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Folk or Symphonic, but either way WE NEED MORE WOMEN IN THIS SHIT!!!

if I forgot your favorite subgenre or misclassified a band feel free to argue in the replies 👍

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Asexual icon, Miss Rhode Island.

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Heads Up, Seven Up!

I was tagged by @axl-ul, and I'm tagging @doublegoblin and @dyrewrites

I'm pulling seven sentences from Chapter Eight of What You Cast Out, though I'm being really vague as to what counts as a sentence. Dialogue, no matter how many periods it has, is counting as one. Because frell it.

In the spring of 2020, Gabe Nelson and Miles Pertwee are following a murder case that's linked itself to several missing persons cases in Southern Illinois, the region that Tracey Rutledge, the only witness and chief suspect, ran away from eight years ago. Gabe has just faked his own disappearance, and is calling his mother so that she won't worry.

"Is she alright?" Pertwee asked, once Gabe was finally off of the phone again. The younger man had groaned and leaned his head against the glass of the window.

"I think she thinks I'm working for the government or something," he muttered. "She asked about the CDC, too. That was weird."

Pertwee made a "hmm" sound. "Isn't there some sort of outbreak in Saint Louis?" he asked. "I saw something on the news, some kind of flu?"

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

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Show me that nursing home AU, kids!

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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So how's YOUR week going, Angie?

I started a new job, at a warehouse that is a huge local employer. I'd worked there before, and it had been DISMAL, but I heard that things had improved there and I needed some dough so I reapplied.

NOPE.

Orientation was Friday morning, and by Friday night I had emailed HR expressing my concerns. Our OSHA trainer, between weird complaints about "wokeness" and the Second Amendment, had skipped over some government-mandated safety training. Among these, and the one I was most concerned by, was the Hazmat training. Said training was just a one-page multiple choice test, which he handed us and then gave us the answers to. "Number three, A. Number four, D. Number five, false... Okay, now sign them and hand them back." When I said that I'd like to actually READ the test at the very least, he started using me as an example to the rest of the orientation class that "I'd better not see you making fun of people who can't read!"

You know that advice you read online where you should follow up and document EVERY interaction with managers and HR on email, to cover your butt when things go wrong? Yep.

By Wednesday, I had an email chain with HR recorded, including the details of an HR rep telling me that I would never ACTUALLY be exposed to hazardous materials on my floor, so that mandatory training wasn't going to be a big deal anyway, so no worries.

My floor dealt with alcohol-based perfumes, aerosol hairsprays, aerosol insecticides, and portable phone chargers with lithium-ion batteries. All of these have to be packed in specific ways for shipment or they're a huge safety hazard to everyone in range, and they are NOT getting packed in those ways. I know, because I managed to get a photo on my phone of said dangerous packing, and it's not the warehouse packers' faults because if they went through the same orientation I did, THEY WERE NEVER TOLD NOT TO DO THIS.

Anyway, I just learned that there's a government OSHA office less than 45 minutes away from my house. Guess who I'm taking this email chain and photograph to next Monday!

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Was this it?

Trying to remember the name of a singer I loved when I was twelve, that I found on cassette in a used music store, and no one had heard of her but I wore out the tape.

I don't know why I am doing this, mind you, but I am...

And it is very difficult when I can't remember her name and the only song title I can recall is "Catch 22", which is apparently very common.

I am screaming.

The music was kind edm, kinda pop, kinda r&b and it was something that began with a "T" but probably not the one you just thought of.

I am going to die looking for this woman.

But I must hear her again.

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My apologies for being a bit late with the novel stuff these last couple of weeks. Between the Easter holiday, the eclipse (WE WERE RIGHT IN THE PATH OF TOTALITY!!!!), and starting a new "normal" job to pay for my return to college and career change this fall, things have been insane.

Continue sending me asks and memes, though. I promise, I'll get to them eventually!

Also, adding @awleeofficial and @illarian-rambling to my taglist, while trying again to get Tumblr to add @dyrewrites to it.

What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt - Chapter 4 is now available on my Ko-Fi page!

Chapter summary:

The investigation into Doctor Alderman's murder is getting complicated. Officer Gabe Nelson was ordered to bring the only suspect, Tracey Rutledge, back into custody. He failed dramatically... and hilariously, according to his coworkers.

Tracey doesn't seem bothered by the fact that she's going to be arrested for a crime she didn't commit. But the question she asked Gabe is haunting him, and he can't sleep until he answers it. Now he's breaking all of the rules that he's been defending so intently, and returning to the late Doctor Alderman's office to find something he's not even sure exists.

In the blood and the mess, however, Gabe finds a clue that will make everything about this case, and about Tracey, far more difficult to explain.

And the real killer is still out there, narrowing in on his next victim: Tracey Rutledge.

For $3 USD, you can download a readable and a printable PDF here. Whether you'd like to print it out on your home printer and staple it into a booklet or just read it, you will be able to.

For 5$ USD plus shipping, readers in the US can click here to order a physical copy printed at a locally owned printer and mailed to you by USPS.

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

If you'd like to join the taglist, let me know!

The current taglist: @wedgie-of-destiny, @nightacquainted, @storminmywake, @brokenandlonelysouls, @tattur, @theamazingchickenman, @solstice-muse-collective, @axl-ul, @tucsonhorse, @dyrewrites

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt - Chapter 4 is now available on my Ko-Fi page!

Chapter summary:

The investigation into Doctor Alderman's murder is getting complicated. Officer Gabe Nelson was ordered to bring the only suspect, Tracey Rutledge, back into custody. He failed dramatically... and hilariously, according to his coworkers.

Tracey doesn't seem bothered by the fact that she's going to be arrested for a crime she didn't commit. But the question she asked Gabe is haunting him, and he can't sleep until he answers it. Now he's breaking all of the rules that he's been defending so intently, and returning to the late Doctor Alderman's office to find something he's not even sure exists.

In the blood and the mess, however, Gabe finds a clue that will make everything about this case, and about Tracey, far more difficult to explain.

And the real killer is still out there, narrowing in on his next victim: Tracey Rutledge.

For $3 USD, you can download a readable and a printable PDF here. Whether you'd like to print it out on your home printer and staple it into a booklet or just read it, you will be able to.

For 5$ USD plus shipping, readers in the US can click here to order a physical copy printed at a locally owned printer and mailed to you by USPS.

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

If you'd like to join the taglist, let me know!

The current taglist: @wedgie-of-destiny, @nightacquainted, @storminmywake, @brokenandlonelysouls, @tattur, @theamazingchickenman, @solstice-muse-collective, @axl-ul, @tucsonhorse, @dyrewrites

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UPDATE: My characters are ruining my fic.

Gabriel: *panicked declaration of affection, immediately followed by realization that he's falling in love* Tracey: *Fell asleep about halfway through*

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Gabriel: *Finally gets it out while she's AWAKE that he's in love with Tracey* Tracey: "Nah, I have got too much on my plate to deal with that right now. Fuck off."

If you'd like to join the taglist, let me know!

The current taglist: @wedgie-of-destiny, @nightacquainted, @storminmywake, @brokenandlonelysouls, @tattur, @theamazingchickenman, @solstice-muse-collective, @axl-ul, @tucsonhorse

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Me: That is... some serious cosmic horror right there, and possibly the most disturbing footage of the eclipse I've ever seen. My husband: NYOOM!

There are two kinds of people. And they tend to marry each other.

The solar eclipse of April 8th, as seen from the GOES-East weather satellite.

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I have a vague, fuzzy memory of rambling at my husband while my sleeping medicine was taking hold, and of him saying something that was HILARIOUS at the time and me asking him to write it down.

That's the only explanation I have for the words "Postmodern Gorilla Jesus" being texted to me at 130 in the morning.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I TALKING ABOUT LAST NIGHT??????

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Well. The city's eclipse "party" was a fail on a nearly "Fyre Festival" level. The chamber of commerce charged us for booths on the main drag of town, advertised it as a huge outdoor concert with a nationally famous country band, and THEN learned that the road they promised everyone was a state highway and they couldn't legally do the thing. We all wound up in a parking lot almost invisible from the road. I made back less than half of the booth fee.

But I met a dude who said he was a bass player in one of the bands set to perform, and I joked with him about how awful it was that in the 21st Century, they hired a band called "Confederate Railroad" to headline at a public event. He laughed harder than I did, saying that was the band he worked for, and... yeah, I was right, but his rent and meds needed paid for. Asked me if I knew the band, and I told him I was a punker and metalhead, but he seemed like a nice fellow and probably deserved better than the weirdos in modern country music anyway.

An hour later I watched the "bass player" take the stage as the lead singer for Confederate Railroad. And the vendors to either side of me lost their SHIT.

At least he thought my art was nice.

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Well, if the doctor says so...

I think what’s wrong with a lot of people is theyr not eating breakfast. They’re starting the day with at most 16ounces of milk with espresso and riding on that until lunch time. What they don’t understand is eating breakfast helps absorb all the excess yellow bile that builds up overnight when they sleep and makes them angry. It’s basic humor balancing

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@guard-dogbiscuits, WHY did I immediately think of you when I read #4?

Important safety information about the eclipse on Monday

You *can* remove the eclipse glasses during totality; not before or after.

If you find yourself falling apart instead of falling in love, turn around, bright eyes.

It is no longer considered best practice to cut the beating heart out of a human chest at the top of a pyramid to bring the sun back; nowadays, they just short out a LUCAS device.

If you are imprisoned by an evil bishop, break out, and look for a hawk and a wolf who are in love.

Most critically - No matter what, do not buy any strange and exotic plants which mysteriously appear during the eclipse.

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I'm 39, autistic, and have been MARRIED FOR FIFTEEN YEARS to a 41yo autistic man. And I probably know more different ways to enjoy sex than most people who think I shouldn't know about sex.

how many times do we have to say "acting like an autistic character wouldnt know about sex is weird" until it actually sinks in and people stop saying autistic characters wouldnt know about sex

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