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Sometimes I feel like a big chunk of my professional life is people asking me to step into a management position and me being like "😎💖 absolutely not 💖😎"

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so like, I often say I'm gonna quit drinking alcohol after a big night. and last night wasn't even a big night in the scheme of things. but dear god I'm so sick of it. im sick of feeling this way. sick of it all.

so yeah. I think I'm gonna quit alcohol.

for real this time.

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"the problem with booktok is that it romanticizes toxic relationships blah blah blah" NO!! the problem with booktok is that its a community that talks about, produces, and consumes published novels the same way people talk about, produce, and consume fanfiction. every issue with booktok (lowbrow subject matter, oftentimes poor writing and editing, a disproportionately heavy focus on erotica, books described via tropes (tags) instead of plot synopses, thinly-veiled misogyny) boils down to that. i don't give a single solitary shit if colleen hoover is writing toxic step-sibling incest romance! i've come across weirder shit this week on ao3!! what i do care about is the fact it reads exactly like an unbetaed oc-centric slash fic and this woman is expecting us to pay upwards of $20 for a copy!! girl i can read mid-tier fic for free any time i want i don't need you!!

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Friday kiss tag

Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for tagging me! I'm late, but I'm doing it anyway 😁

📝 Post a smooch from your writing for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

This is from Spin Cylinder (Brett's POV)...

My eyes snap open at the chill of metal against my throat, just under my chin. You look serene, content, leaning over me as you press the blade into my skin. “Noah?” “Mm?” “That’s the wrong edge.” You break into a smile and fold the razor shut. “If it was the right edge, you’d be bleeding out.” I pull you down for a kiss and you taste like mint and words that could stop my heart. I let myself fall into an imagined future of what it would be like to die in your arms. And the part of my brain that deals in omens and comforts corrects that thought to what it will be like.

Tagging @thegreatobsesso, @revenantlore, @pertinax--loculos and @sarandipitywrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

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WIP Wednesday

@sparrow-orion-writes tagged me to share some lines from my WIP. Thanks, friend!

These are from Spin Cylinder (Brett's POV)...

Last night’s storm has swallowed itself whole and now watery sunlight filters through clouds that look like a painting on a cathedral ceiling. As if I’m the kind of person who spends time in the company of god. As if god would know what to do with me.

Tagging @frostedlemonwriter, @gaslightwestern, @i-can-even-burn-salad and @indecentpause if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

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Heads up seven up

Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!

HEADS UP SEVEN UP 📝 Share seven lines from your WIP.

These are from Name From Nowhere...

Even though there’s a crowd around us, even though it’s loud and everything’s moving too much, I don’t feel as fucked up by it all as I thought I would. I’m not comfortable, but I’m not exactly itching to leave either. At least not yet. It’s more about the company than the place though, how some people carry calm around them and if you’re close enough it gets around you too and you start to feel all right. Rafe, for all his motion and distraction, is one of those people. And it falls into place why I’m OK with him. Because Seth was one of those people too.

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @clairelsonao3, @darkangel319 and @deanwax if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to share seven lines from their WIP.

Also tagging @revenantlore because they'd mentioned wanting to see Rafe from someone else's perspective. Aria definitely sees him in a more positive way than he sees himself 💗

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

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Hot fandom discourse take but framing dark content as only being acceptable if its a vehicle for exploring personal trauma is just giving ground to the puritan segments of fandom.

Simply liking dark content for its own sake is perfectly fine.

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WIP intro, working title: "gay crime bdsm story"

What happens when you let a fantastically dangerous man hurt you in a sexy way while secretly doing something that, should he find out about it, would make him wanna hurt you in a decidedly non-sexy way?

Milo McKenzie, an unassuming sex therapist living on the outskirts of London, has been selected to sub for a notorious dom, Octavius Sinclair. But when their first scene is rudely interrupted by a sniper, it becomes rapidly apparent that Octavius is not just a flamboyant walking cliché of a supervillain in a pin-striped suit, but a major kingpin in the city's underworld of organized crime.  No matter how hot this guy is (and he is hot), it's a hard no from Milo. But when a Scotland Yard detective offers to whisk Milo's mentally ill sister away from the overworked and understaffed NHS facility to a state-of-the-art private hospital, he can't turn them down. He agrees to continue seeing Octavius and report back about anything and everything he learns about "the enterprise" - the only name the triad of crime families seems to go by, when they're spoken of at all. Despite Octavius's mob ties and clinically diagnosable lack of empathy, Milo finds himself more and more taken by the man the longer they play together. It doesn't help that Octavius seems to feel the same way about his brand-new toy. But as the detective's demands become more pointed and Octavius gets drawn closer and closer into a trap, Milo has to decide whether his loyalty lies with the only family he's got left or a professional criminal he might be in love with. And that choice is gonna hurt way more than any lash of Octavius's whip.

vibes

organized crime

BDSM

smut

posh skyscrapers, expensive scotch, five-figure suits

romance

angst

smut

literally so much angst

it’s going to be AWFUL 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

lots of talk about sex and mental health

smut

guns and knives and money

violins and pouring rain

if I didn't already say so.......... s m u t

format

This is, at least for now, being written in script format. Ask me how fun I am finding that. Spoiler alert: it is a lot.

tag list

My friends, let me know if you want to be on it!

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Look, if I introduced a WIP on here excitedly and then promptly never mentioned it again, it doesn’t mean I’m not working on it, it means I’m slowly rotating it in my mind like a rotisserie chicken and then went out to the grocery store to buy several other rotisserie chickens while I wait for it to cook and then slowly started rotating those rotisserie chickens and repeat

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Some Random Lines

In lieu of any real substantial activity, have some out-of-context lines I liked from the thing I'm currently working on (a prequel to AAH, featuring Flack and Verreynne):

“You really think it wouldn’t be an advantage, having me on your side for once?” That depended. Verreynne’d seen the aftermath of Flack’s conversations, and it weren’t often that the other party were much one for doing anything else when he were finished.

Flack took a single step towards him, and it were all Verreynne needed to remember that he was unarmed and high and in far too small a room with the still-cooling bodies of the five people the fuck’d slaughtered in a matter of minutes. Flack must’ve seen it on his face, or in his tension, or some fucking how, because the step were all he took before he stopped and smiled.

He knew better than to take it personally. Flack got frustrated, Flack wanted to destroy something. Don’t matter if it were furniture or a room or a vehicle or a person. Really, he should be grateful that he stopped at a couple cuts. Situation could damn easy have been a helluva lot worse.

Flack POV The main advantage he had was that the bounty on his head dropped precipitously if he was delivered as a body, rather than a living prisoner.

Verreynne screamed, a rough, raw sound wrenched reluctant from his throat, not quite trapped behind his teeth. Satisfaction slid fluid-slick down Flack’s spine. Hand still wrapped around Verreynne’s wrist, he said, “Don’t fuck with me. I know you were in on the ambush. What the hell else do you have planned?”

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my hobbies:

switching between the same three apps for hours

not speaking to anyone for days at a time

listening to the same songs i have been listening to for twenty years

imagining myself in situations that will literally never exist

crushing on fictional men

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Without fail, every time I tell someone I have an irrational hatred of umbrellas, their knee-jerk response is always "why?"

Like, I DON'T KNOW, MARGARET, THAT'S WHY IT'S IRRATIONAL.

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the thing they dont tell you about working with little kids is it wrecks your vocabulary. you hear a kid phrase something bizarrely in a way only a 5 year old can and now any time you lose shit youre like "it dissed appear"

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It amazes me how many teslas I see out and about. Like you guys bought one for real? On god? No joke?????

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✦ his body a broken law . chapter fifteen excerpt

There was something frighteningly intimate about it all—the steam, the spray, Nemesis’s fingers in Halliday’s hair. How they said nothing, and spoke with only their hands, Halliday leaning heavily against the grungy old tile while Nemesis rinsed the gore from his skin, thumbing suds of shampoo from the corner of his closed eyes. He’d been fucked by plenty of faceless men in places just like this before. He’d never washed the blood from their hair. He’d never pressed his palm against their chest just to listen to the beat of their heart.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Nemesis said, and meant it.

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