#writing internship

[algebrasupplements]

where danny is the official unpaid intern of the infinite realms

everyone (including myself) is wrong i have decided that danny is NOT the ghost king he’s actually just the unpaid intern of everyone in the infinite realms.

It would be so funny just like:

Clockwork: Danny, there is something I need you to do for me.

Danny, exasperated but still polite (in the typical Midwest manner): Yes, Clockwork?

Clockwork: gives him some bogus task that involves something like jumping into a time stream and retrieving someone (cough cough batman?? cough cough dpxdc crossover?? sorry guys i live for dpxdc content)

Danny, eyes twitching: And what do I get out of this?

Clockwork, with a smug look on his face: I’ll pay you in experience. This will look very good on your resume when you eventually apply to jobs.

Danny, beginning a Grade One crash out: And… while applying to a very human job, I can put that I assisted the physical incarnation of Time on my very human resume and… get the job? Is that what you delude yourself into thinking? Are you broke? Is that why you won’t fucking pay me?

Clockwork, shrugging: I mean, you can always not accept the experience that I’m offering you, it’s just that the timeline will collapse and it’ll be all your fault. Your choice!

Danny:

Danny: fine.

The next week…

Clockwork: Danny, I need a favor.

Danny: No fucking shot.

[frenchiepal]

📸 - i actually feel well prepared for my forensic linguistics oral exam next week! once i'm done with that i can finally relax a little and hopefully get back on track with reading 📚

[snackboyz]

inspired by @sassydefendorflower, here's some slides of my own jet lag presentation i did way back in october! my table of contents also included "Why Does This Series Work?" and "Is There Any Conclusion We Can Draw From All Of This" but the slides are kinda boring for that, so for the first one i talked about character archetypes, group dynamics, narrativity and memeability and the answer to the second question was no <3

[mnaanna]

Reading this amazing work Jason and The Three Terrors, (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22328314/chapters/53336047) from @cdelphiki , I visualise this baby in civilian life, with civilian work, and he is so happy that he IS a good writer and an investigator.

Jason the Journalist from Daily Profet Metropolis

I'M still learning the colouring works, and improving the drawing. That's why there are many different drawing styles in here.

[haliaiii]

daisuke sketch for fun

[butchazepam]

updated radical feminist library

the radical feminist library, by aggrolesbo/ladielabrys, is great. but it has a lot of repeated and illegible files, and without the proper authors so it gets difficult to search for things. I cleaned it put and then added a lot more books recommended across the internet. Plus very good releases by suny press and routledge.

i separated the trans folder from the rest of the library so you can send it to people who would otherwise be turned off.

If you have any recommendations i would be glad to add it!

spread it far and wide please

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Let's Try This Again!

One note on this post over this post over the next day or so (until Tuesday night, Eastern Time), is equal to 1 minute I'll need to write over the next few weeks. I'll set a goal on TrackBear (a site I've been using to track my word counts recently) and post how things have been going that way. Have fun!

[overtake]

Hi!!!! I can't get over how much I love this fic and I was thinking about the first time they meet in the locker room at the practice rink. You wrote "Max looks up, cheeks flushing in surprise to find someone else in there. His eyes go big at seeing Daniel." and I was wondering if there's a chance we can read about Max's point of view sometime in the future ♥️ I would really love to read anything you want to share with us about this fic algjkshd ♥️

So late on answering this but I’d love to provide you with Max’s POV!

The first time Max talked to Daniel Ricciardo, Daniel was commanding attention in a cluster of hockey players at Max’s rookie season All-Star Game. To date, Max isn’t sure if his ears are just innately tuned to the frequency of his bright, honking laugh, or if his joy was truly louder than the announcement and subsequent crowd cheers for the start of the hardest shot competition.

Daniel’s helmet and gloves were carelessly abandoned somewhere. He was leaning his chin on the butt of his carelessly taped stick, and his curls were toeing the line between handsomly tousled and unruly. He was giving everyone who spoke his undivided attention, the bags under his warm brown eyes gently crinkling in time with his smiles. Max didn’t care that some annoying reporter kept trying to grab him over to the side for an interview. He had just wanted to know what it felt like to be in Daniel’s orbit.

Between Daniel and Lewis Hamilton was a space big enough for Max to worm his way into, and he didn’t care that he was crashing the conversation. Daniel wouldn’t care either, probably. Max knew lots of people who played with him, and everyone said the same gushing things about Daniel’s kindness.

Most of the guys just nodded at him and didn’t break their side conversations, but Daniel had flashed his bright white teeth at him. “Max Verstappen,” he said. He said Max’s name funny, more like Maksh Vershtappen, and grinned a little wider after Max scrunched his face up at it. “Nice of you to join us, but aren’t you in this competition?”

He nodded over at where Sebastian Vettel was lining up a shot. Max just shrugged. “Maybe if I hide in this circle, they won’t be able to find me.”

“Aw,” Daniel said. “Shucks, Verstappen. Too nice to show up Seb?”

“I could’ve been on a beach,” Max said mournfully. “And instead I am here.”

Daniel laughed again. He doled them out as easily as breathing, but Max still let himself glow at the reward of being its cause. “Normally people wait until at least year two to start complaining about the All Star Game.”

“Well, they keep saying I’m ahead of my peers, first overall pick and everythint,” Max joked. Daniel opened his mouth to respond — some chirp about Max being cocky, Max would’ve bet — but his name was being announced as the next competitor, and he was forced out of the circle to perform like a show pony for the crowd.

“Save my spot,” he told Daniel, who winked.

“Only if you win.”

Max had won, and by a solid few miles per hour over Seb’s previous record. By the time he returned to the circle, Daniel had been warbling some terrible version of the American anthem, and Lewis had kindly explained the Fergie backstory to him, and then Daniel darted off toward Sebastian before Max could grab his attention back and make the joke he’d been trying to formulate about winning.

Up until the day Daniel walked into the Leafs practice facilities, Max never spoke to Daniel again, but he’d remembered the way Daniel’s attention had made him feel.

He’d mentally separated sex and hockey long ago. It wasn’t even a conscious choice he needed to make. He was in the locker room to win, and attraction was a distraction. He’d always known that he was into guys, as easily as he recognized that his name was Max and his eyes were blue, but that had nothing to do with hockey.

Hockey players weren’t a dating pool. A hockey team was an ecosystem so delicate that one chirp gone too far could throw off the entire chemistry of the team and lose them the season. The opponents were the guys trying to stop them from winning, and Max would be damned before he let there be a single earthly chance that he fucks one of them and they somehow use it against him to win. Thus, hockey and sex did not co-exist. It wasn’t even a consideration. Like his name, and his eyes, and being gay, it was a fact of life that Max never had to consciously think about.

Daniel was the first time his stomach flipped being nearby a hockey player, and he’d allowed himself the guilty pleasure of a youtube deep dive when it hit two weeks after the All Star Game and Daniel hadn’t left his mind. It resulted in a shame-ridden jerkoff session over bad commercial acting and an orgasm over a compilation of Ricciardo game-winners.

Daniel wasn’t even in the Leafs conference, Max had told himself after that first time. Max could have this. It wasn’t actually combining sex and hockey, and he’d still smash Daniel against the boards if he ever tried to get near Max’s puck.

Then Daniel was in Edmonton, still the other conference but in Max’s country, and everyone was calling it lights out on Daniel’s career. In the faceoff circle, face framed in orange fabric and dark circles, Max saw that all the free joy Daniel had once doled out had soured into pungent melancholy.

Max only had a few games against Daniel as an Oiler, but one stood out. It couldn’t have been more than two weeks before Daniel entered the assistance program, but there was a steely scrap of fight in his eyes that Max hadn’t seen in the past year and a half.

Max had won the only faceoff he had against Daniel that game, but Daniel stole the puck from him five seconds later in a motion so smooth that it slotted perfectly in the highlight reels Max had rabidly consumed and that everyone claimed were a ghost of Daniel past. He was focused on racing Daniel down the ice to try and prevent the breakaway, but his first thought when he heaved himself over the boards at the end of his shift was that he couldn’t fathom how anyone could consider Daniel done after a move like that.

He only understood when he heard their dipshit coach ream out Daniel a second later. It was a strain to hear from their bench, even with Zak’s loud-ass voice, but he was lecturing Daniel for attempting the shot. Zak was stabbing his stubby pointer at a whiteboard and screaming himself red to argue that Daniel should’ve passed to a guy that had been covered by two defencemen. The useless rookie he was referencing hadn’t even caught the rebound of Daniel’s shot on net, but fucking genius idea: don’t let your open guy go for the goal that Esteban had stopped only by the luckiest glance off his goalie stick.

Max understood, then. Daniel’s talent wasn’t gone. It’d just been suffocated. He was trying to change his game to conform to a system of hockey that constrained him to a set of plays. They weren’t allowing him to trust his gut, to capitalize on unexpected chances and make the right plays. Daniel would leave, or they would trade him, and Max knew he’d be better for it.

And then it was June, and Max had a surprise call from Cyril and a contact card for Daniel Ricciardo saved into his phone. He let himself be excited instead of apprehensive, even though letting himself combine hockey and sexual desire, all by using the desperate justification that the guy was a conference away, was clearly Max daring the universe to make this happen.

Max is here in his locker room in the heart of summer, and Daniel Ricciardo walks in with a slight stumble of hesitancy that betrays his uncertainty at finding Max in his new surroundings.

He looks back to the guy that keeps the sun a willing hostage in his smile. His curls are long and shiny, his under eyes no longer hollowed, and Max can see muscle on his body where there was once only bone. Max is struck dumb with the reckoning that his stomach still churns the same way at the sight of Daniel, even when he’s picking at his cuticles and looking the closest to nervous that he’ll probably let himself show.

This, Max grimly considers, could maybe be a problem.

[schneiderenjoyer]

Help...save me...it won't leave my head...

[hayatheauthor]

guess who's back, back again shady's back--- anyways new blog post tmrw, and i scheduled the entirety of feb during my month away :)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

the neurologist i shadow is so funny bc she has a valley girl accent and yet she's the smartest person in the room. this woman was casually doing case consenus ab a man w frontotemporal dementia in the highest girliest voice imaginable. i want to be her i think

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

HEY READERS GUESS WHAT I'M WORKING ON ENCHANTED

[phantoms-lair]

When Cousins Come Calling Snippet

"Okay, we should enough time if you want to hit the restrooms, since they're right by Mr. Faluca's class." "This is boring," Duncan yawned. "When's gym? Or will I have to get my reps in another way?" He grinned threateningly at his brother. "Knock it off, Duncan. You're not on any sports team here, you WILL get detention." And Danny wouldn't exactly weep. Dexter and Jimmy being there was inconvenient, but he had nothing against them. Duncan...whoo boy Danny did not like his eldest cousin.

As they turned the corner they bumped, literally, into a red headed kid with a basketball jersey.

"Fenton's cousins, huh?" Jersey Kid looked them up and down. "Are you in on it too?"

"In on what?" Dexter asked blankly.

"That he's really-"

"This is Wes, the class conspiracy nut." Danny grabbed Jimmy and Dexter. "He's not worth listening to." He pulled them away and glared at Wes with ectoplasmic green eyes.

So they didn't know. Interesting. Fenton would be scrambling to hide his (already poorly hid) secret. This might be the chance he needed. Then Fenton stiffened and Wes went on high alert. Fenton could sense the ghosts, it was obvious. He always had a reaction right before they attacked. It was obvious enough he asked to go to the bathroom before each attack jokes were made about his 'psychic bladder'. He needed to be ready for anthing.

"I am the Box Ghost! Beware!" Oh, nevermind.

The halls of Casper High emptied at a brisk pace, Wes among them, but not with the sense of urgency normal to a ghost attack. It was the Box Ghost. No one was scared of the Box Ghost.

But he still needed to be taken care of. More to the point Danny had to be the one to take care of him. Except he couldn't because all three of his cousins were right there and he couldn't ditch them until he could palm them off on Jazz or something.

"Are we supposed to be scared or not?" Jimmy asked at the almost lackadaisical evacuation. He'd been part of a fair few villain evacuations and this almost lack of concern was weird.

"Yes! All should fear me!"

"Of Boxy, not really." Danny said with a sigh. "He's not as evil as he likes to think he is, solidly in the 'annoying' category. But he could still get a lucky shot in, so we really should get going."

And really hope they ran into Jazz. Dexter and Jimmy both shrugged it off, not like they hadn't seen weirder. But as they went to leave, they'd realized one of their group hadn't moved. Duncan stared at the Box Ghost, frozen in terror.

"Duncan, we don't have time for this," Danny attempted to push him out of the way, and that snapped him out of whatever stupor he was in enough for two words to escape his mouth.

"BLUE GUY!" The cousins and Box Ghost stared at him in confusion. "BLUE GUY!" Duncan screamed again and then took off fleeing - in the opposite direction of the evacuation.

"UH...YES! I AM BLUE! BEWARE!" Box Ghost was obviously as confused as the rest of them, but wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth. This human feared him

"I shouldn't be enjoying this." Dexter admitted. "But I am."

Danny facepalmed. "You guys follow the evacuation. I'll get Duncan back in the right direction."

Without waiting for a response, Danny took off. This could be the chance he needed. He went into the direction Duncan had run and when the coast was clear, transformed. Breathing a sigh of relief he flew off towards his cousin.

The other two cousins hadn't gotten far when Dexter stopped. "He's a colossal pain in the ass, but he's my brother." he explained "You go. I'm going to make sure he's okay."

"You're a better man than I am," Jimmy said. Not that he wouldn't go back for someone. But he wasn't sure he'd go back for, say, Metallo or Luthor. And the way Duncan treated Dexter, and the way Dexter seemed to expect it and acted surprised when Aunt Maddie stopped it, told Jimmy enough about Dexter's home life that he wouldn't be surprised if he wanted Duncan to squirm a bit.

Dexter doubled back and was relieved the area where they'd initially split was empty. Okay, time to get to work. "Freak out" he whispered, invoking his own transformation. "Alright!" Freakazoid rolled up his sleeves. "No one gets to be the blue guy terrorizing Duncan except ME!"

Meanwhile Jimmy took advantage of his cousins absence to make his way to his temporary locker and grab his camera. He didn't know if ghosts appeared on normal film, but if they did he might have some shots to send to Perry and keep his internship after all.

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Bwehhh...

I need nanami to have piercings so bAAAAADDDD, AEUGHHHHH

God, i can just see him with nipple piercings-- like barbells that he can occasionally swap out for rings and like--aUGH i just googled types of nipple piercings and DUUUUUUDE nipple shield piercings on him would look SO PRETRY IM GONNA START CRYING LIKE-- theres just a small ring of 6 sapphires around and shielding his nipples from gojos fingers-- im DEAD. I can just see gojo being so obsessed with a physical (kind of) permanent claim on nanami on hjs body hfjshcsjfj

And like--not just that, FUCK a tongue piercing would ve so hot as wellllllll HHHHHHH-- i can just see him playing with and teasing gojo with it when they make out or when he blows him or when they generally just exist near each other

I can see ear piercings being his first ones though--like the typical earlobe piercing everyone has at first, and then slowly increasing the amnt of that and then going into the rest of his ear. I can so CLEARLY imagine gojo playing with the studs and rings whenever he leans in close to kiss or to whisper something to him fhskfjdkg

brow piercings as well—JKNFJKNGAS he deffo wouldve had to remove them when he got hired for a job but GOD imagine college nanami with his face full of metal, glare sharper than glass, and strength hidden in those lanky limbs UGH. i bet he was that colleges underrated hearthrob, i SWEAR

but like, when he gets back to jujutsu and gets back all his old piercings?? gojo is deffo gonna try to kiss each and every one of them—also pulling some jokes abt his "emo kouhai finally getting his final form" LMAO

speaking of kisses... i read this nanago fest entry where nanami has DICK PIERCINGS and im. i. i was gagged. much like gojo in said fic JKNFGJKLsN—i can only IMAGINE, with said fics help, how gojo would absolutely SWOON or get so intimidated (horny) by it LIKE—depending on the type of dick piercing as well, its gonna be INTIMIDATING FR. tip only, fucking ribbed, both, other types that i cant think of rn, KLJFNdLGHKsjN—the two will be a VERY happy couple

[bl-mitchum]

Finally caught up on all my editing for the internship. Now, time to get cracking on my own manuscript for a little bit!

[smallcomets]

one day i will write this college au jaysteph fic idea i have where steph has a crush on tim and was planning to ask him out. she thinks tim’s already seeing someone else because of paparazzi rumors so she decides to have a one night stand with a guy from a book club her friend dragged her in. turns out, tim isn’t seeing anyone, and the guy she just fucked is his older brother who tim has beef with.