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TAYLOR SWIFT AND TRAVIS KELCE ARE ENGAGED

Totally not freaking out or anything 😭

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HELLO I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD A TUMBLR I LOVE YOUR DASEY FICS SO MUCH !!!! Every couple years (or months) I get sucked back into dasey hard and I’m neck deep right now!! I love seeing all the new fic that’s still being published and look forward to all your updates!! I’ve started my own fic recently but I’m terrible at making progress outside of community rip so it’s slow going but I’m excited to contribute to this fandom that I’ve been a part of since the oughts!

Oh hai! Yes, I have a tumblr! Yes, I am still writing!! THANK YOU FOR THE CAPSLOCK it makes me grin very very much!!!

Ugh, I keep hearing about people getting sucked back into Dasey. I've been trapped in a sandpit since 2021, but a lot of others, I think, come and go like the tide -- the water is still there, but the fixation has its seasons. And I'm so happy that I can be part of it!!!

YAY NEW FIC!!! and dude, no worries about slow-going. I am also a slow writer -- I could tell you that I've written close to 22k this month and it would be true, but it's for about 7 different fics, so nothing is getting finished although there is progress! Very very slow progress. BUT I tell myself that every word counts, and that's what you need to tell yourself too. Art takes time, but it is worth the climb.

ANYWAYS feel free to poke me about any Dasey thoughts. Feel free to DM me too (that goes for anyone, btw); don't be shy!! I am friendly, I swear! I have references if need be.

(anyways welcome welcome and hi)

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God, Maxwell and Olethra's equal but opposite character arcs are really getting to me.

Olethra is sky-eyed from the start, granddaughter of the legendary adventurer Comfrey MacLeod. She's desperate to escape the boring life that her parents lead in Pilby and to follow in the footsteps of her grandmother. She's a huge fan of the Zephyr crew, and she read all of Monty's books about their adventures.

But as she goes on this adventure, she realizes that while it is certainly fantastical, it's also dangerous as well. She's lucky enough to have the mech, but the other people around her don't have that kind of protection. She watches them get beaten bloody and struggle to fight back. When she tries to get in a good quip for Monty's next book, he's distracted in the middle of his fight. Things aren't like the stories.

And on top of all of this, the grandmother that she adored so much is slowly revealing herself to be a not-so-great person. She was reckless and single-minded, prone to taking on debts that she knew she couldn't pay. She was sometimes unkind to the people who had once been family to her, and sometimes her recklessness really hurt them. Her grandmother is not the false idol that Olethra has made her out to be, she is a real and flawed woman.

On the other hand, Maxwell is incredibly serious and practical. While he holds onto his grandfather's idea that finding Zood is a worthy investment, he does not hold onto any whimsical ideas of exploring it. He simply wishes to note that it exists to restore the Gotch family name before immediately returning to Gath. Even his fighting is based in rules and structure, even if it's incredibly violent. Mordecestershire is "breaking the rules" by wearing a jetpack to escape instead of simply dying from being thrown off the ship. It's all logical.

But the longer that Maxwell spends in Zood, the more impractical and almost whimsical he becomes. Yes he's still incredibly serious, but he also believes for a moment that he could fight a dinosaur. He jokes with Monty about his books being terrible. He makes the "rowdy" and reckless choice to give Torse his heart. He throws a snowball at Monty when they're at the Ectic Research Station. Even the "you're meat" scene is its own kind of twisted whimsy, comically violent and highly impractical. Of course he's still a bit of a wet blanket sometimes, but he's slowly learning why his grandfather was so sky-eyed.

Olethra's arc is about a dreamer having to ground her dreams in reality, and Maxwell's arc is about getting a realist to start dreaming again.

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the cast of critical role's campaign 4.

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WIP Wednesday

Because I swear I've been writing, I've just been bouncing between a bunch of different projects. One of them is this absolutely insane idea that I don't know if I have the skill to write, and it's probably gonna take me months to chip away at, BUT I thought I might share because y'all are lovely. And so:

Casey looked at the Derek sitting on her couch, pressed into the far corner, legs curled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them, his face carefully blank in the way that meant he was freaking out and trying very hard not to show it. She turned her head back down the hall, where the other Derek was leaning back against the doorframe to the bathroom, his head tilted all the way back and his eyes closed, breathing in that very focused way he'd been taught at Queen's during his years as a Golden Gael. She stayed where she was, standing in the frame of the joint between the living room and the hallway, and she pressed her lips together, thinking. One Derek Venturi was a hell of a lot to handle; but two? She suspected she might be the only person on Earth capable of managing that, and even then, it was going to be the biggest challenge she'd had in her twenty-six years of living.

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I THINK I JUST FIGURED OUT DEREK'S HOCKEY CAREER FOR MY COLLEGE SERIES.

I FEEL *SO* SATISFIED.

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Sitting down to write and grinning at my own words and realizing that weeks from now, someone else might grin at them too. My dog who wags her tail every time she sees me. Going on a vacation and getting London Fogs every morning. My car's stereo finally working so I can listen to my music again in surround sound. Coming home from a long day at work and finding my cat napping in my desk chair.

ANYONE!! QUICK GIMME A REASON YOU LIKE BEING ALIVE :3

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I'm going to hold your hands when I say this: Maxwell being called a "rowdy" isn't about his sexuality - it's about his willingness to slum it with normal (poor) people. THAT'S why his dad was rude af to him but chill about Olethra's trans identity. The gentleman fisting jokes are fun because stuffy upper-class culture is deeply homo-erotic even though it pretends not to be, sure, but the reason "rowdy" hit's as an insult is because it's essentially the same as being called white trash/trailer trash. Maxwell and his beat up hands and willingness to go out and do dangerous and wild things are unacceptable because he is a member of the UPPER CLASS. They are financiers. They wear silk suits and sit behind desks and let other people do the dirty work. Every single one of the Gotch brothers could be getting crazy sloppy back shots every night and it wouldn't matter as long as it was from a person of respectable status - but Maxwell is in the fight pits with the randoms and the normies. He's voluntarily entering spaces where his class status is secondary to his physical prowess. Yes the gay jokes are fun, but that's not the POINT of the character.

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Whenever my family puts on the Barenaked Ladies Greatest Hits album, it makes me think of my "kick at the darkness" series; and basically I think about Dasey at least two hours of every day ANYWAYS, I don't need to think about them MORE.

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Not to venerate the halcyon and bygone days of yore, but it used to be that declaring that girls are too fragile and delicate to ever possibly compete with the boys or ever be as good as them at anything was rightly denounced as the kind of raging sexisim that made you sound like the flatly written villain of a teenybopper movie.

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Y'all the new Jonas Brothers' album is SO GOOD

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Like a new friend!

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damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th

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Being mutuals isn't enough, we need to get wine drunk together