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leyendecker jordeclan. leyenjordecker.

i started this a million years ago. i should have actually tried to draw the chandelier and stair railing but oh well! also this is technically unfinished but i finished jordan so long ago i cant do it anymore 😭 sorry to declan specifically

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fake idgafer i saw you beat up four men for being homophobic to your cousin. i saw you kill your brother’s abuser. i saw you befriend a kindhearted religious girl even though you knew the others would tease you. i saw you offer two traumatized boys protection when they thought they would never get any. i saw you ask “how many kids” when you found out that your abuser targeted more people. i saw you sitting on the roof even though you’re afraid of heights because you didn’t want to feel nothing anymore

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hey hold on a sec. we talk about what baltimore was like for kevin, neil, andrew, but can we talk about wymack for a second. Can we just.

the year before the twins and nicky signed at psu, two of wymack's foxes, ian and kirk, died in a car crash.

the next year, kevin day broke his hand and went to wymack, the only person he thought would keep him safe.

the year after that, seth gordon, the only surving member of wymack's original lineup, overdosed after he was so nearly clean, and it almost destroyed allison.

months later, andrew was attacked in columbia and committed to easthaven. aaron killed someone. andrew was gone and the others came back shattered.

then neil claims to go home for the holidays, they don't hear from him all of christmas break, and on new years, neil calls him and asks wymack to pick him up from the airport. he's there instantly and god, he looks half-dead. neil sees the 4 tattoo and tries to cut it off his face. all he can say is that he didn't sign to the ravens.

then there's the blood in the locker room. wymack can't push away the feeling that something's getting closer, something is coming to hurt his foxes and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

then. the game at binghamton. neil looks on edge but wymack doesn't ask what's wrong. neil and andrew are above his paygrade. then the riot. he can't see any of his kids in the crush. he finally pulls them all out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight–

neil's gone. neil's gone and they can't find him. andrew can't find him. neil got taken by someone. what was that like for david wymack? did it feel too familiar? did he look at his kids and think not again, i didn't lose another one again. does it ever scare him. does it terrify him. when aaron came back from the police station in columbia, twenty four hours in holding and he couldn't look wymack in the eye, did he think what if i can't save these kids? when andrew was lying in a hospital bed, too drugged to react, did he think what if i can't give them their second chance? when neil grabbed that knife, when he fell to pieces on wymack's kitchen floor, when he came back to them in baltimore, bloody and broken, did wymack think why am i always too late?

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Happy Birthday to my actual fave Simon Snow. I love every messy bit of him.

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trc x twitter smau part 26/? ‼️

part 25

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all debates abt the artistic merits of fanfiction fail to recognize the purpose of fic. you don’t write fic to be published or to learn how to construct a narrative although you can use it to develop style. you write it so that your friends will message you “bestie you’re utterly deranged for this one im eating dirt” 

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Found a treasure in a drawer… what kind of forced time capsule is this?

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Your first pride story was touching and all but you still married a man.

Yeah, bisexuals do that sometimes.

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Would you be delighted to have your fics recorded into podfics (aka audio versions of your words)?

You can tell us in a permission statement!

Does the idea of your words being turned into a pod churn your stomach and make you want to hide in the forest (ie you DON’T give permission)?

You can tell us in a permission statement!

Do you have boundaries, are some works a yes and some a no? Do you like the idea of art but no pods or pods but no translations?

You can tell us in a permission statement!

Who is ‘Us’?

We’re like the cool weird aunts (gn) at your family reunion that few people listen to and even fewer respond to, but we continue to be cool and weird despite the radio silence because we know that there are other cool, weird aunts around that get excited about the same things we do.

We’re pocket friends who are deep in your fandoms and already enamoured with your words; and we’re internet randos who go squirrelling for food, fandom blind, so that we can record it for team challenges. We’re fans who wish our favourite fics were audiobooks so we could listen to them over and over on our daily commute, or in the bath, or when we’re hiding from the world under a weighted blanket.

We’re people who want to turn eyeball cake into earball cake, and we need to know if your bakery is open. (Not a euphemism. Unless…?)

Okay, weird aunt, so what IS a permission statement?

It’s a sentence or three in your ao3 (or other) profile that tells other creatives where you stand about related works.

Here is a great post with more detail and here is an example of mine:

I love podfics, fan art and translations, and I’d die of happy if one of my fics has moved you to create.

It’s a blanket yes from me for art and podfics - but I like to be asked on a case-by-case basis for translations (unless we know each other outside of ao3 then go forth and do your thing). Please ask in a comment on the fic! I read all my comments and will respond.

(And PLEASE, whether we know each other or not, share your creation w me so I can die of happy, as per above, and so I can share your work in kind!)

If creating your own seems too hard, and my bakery matches your bakery, feel free to copy and paste.

That’s it!

If I’ve encouraged you to make a permission statement regarding your own works please let me know in the next *checks watch* three days so I can get some extra cool weird aunty points for a cool, weird team challenge xx

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Ace spectrum love. Been meaning to do this for a while since the original post was popular but there’s so much more to be said.

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they went off with this

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old Raven Boys fanart ⭐️

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my sources tell me it’s what the people want,, happy june ig

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To celebrate The Voice of Wild Places going to ARC readers soon, I've gathered some books that take place largely in the 20s and 30s. There is one that recently came out and I'm so excited that I needed to include it; it takes place in the 1910s.

The Voice of Wild Places is a queer historical fiction set in 1930, following two ex best friends as they search for lost cities, and the legend who disappeared looking for them.

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One of my favourite authors, KJ Charles, has a new book out and ny pre-order came in the mail today. I'm around page 60 and am loving it, but I just wanted to share her gem of a copyright page:

She self publishes most of her books including this one which is how she gets to say these things. I love her

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Queer Historical Fiction Book Bracket: Round 1A

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Will Darling Adventures (Slippery Creatures, The Sugared Game, Subtle Blood) by KJ Charles

Will Darling came back from the Great War with a few scars, a lot of medals, and no idea what to do next. Inheriting his uncle’s chaotic second-hand bookshop is a blessing…until strange visitors start making threats. First a criminal gang, then the War Office, both telling Will to give them the information they want, or else.

Will has no idea what that information is, and nobody to turn to, until Kim Secretan—charming, cultured, oddly attractive—steps in to offer help. As Kim and Will try to find answers and outrun trouble, mutual desire grows along with the danger.

And then Will discovers the truth about Kim. His identity, his past, his real intentions. Enraged and betrayed, Will never wants to see him again.

But Will possesses knowledge that could cost thousands of lives. Enemies are closing in on him from all sides—and Kim is the only man who can help.

Setting: 1920s London

Historical fiction, romance, pulp adventure, mystery, 1920s, series, adult

Taiwan Travelogue by Yáng Shuāng-zǐ, 楊双子

Endorsement from submitter: "Incredible writing style, incredible critique of imperialism (as in Japanese imperialism of Taiwan, in this case), and most importantly an incredibly complicated and bittersweet f/f relationship at its center. The yearning, the pining, the intimacy and the lack thereof. The way these two vibe with each other and don't understand each other at the same time. Truly a book that gently and thoroughly destroys you."

A bittersweet story of love between two women, nested in an artful exploration of language, history, and power

May 1938. The young novelist Aoyama Chizuko has sailed from her home in Nagasaki, Japan, and arrived in Taiwan. She’s been invited there by the Japanese government ruling the island, though she has no interest in their official banquets or imperialist agenda. Instead, Chizuko longs to experience real island life and to taste as much of its authentic cuisine as her famously monstrous appetite can bear.

Soon a Taiwanese woman―who is younger even than she is, and who shares the characters of her name―is hired as her interpreter and makes her dreams come true. The charming, erudite, meticulous Chizuru arranges Chizuko’s travels all over the Land of the South and also proves to be an exceptional cook. Over scenic train rides and braised pork rice, lively banter and winter melon tea, Chizuko grows infatuated with her companion and intent on drawing her closer. But something causes Chizuru to keep her distance. It’s only after a heartbreaking separation that Chizuko begins to grasp what the “something” is.

Disguised as a translation of a rediscovered text by a Japanese writer, this novel was a sensation on its first publication in Mandarin Chinese in 2020 and won Taiwan’s highest literary honor, the Golden Tripod Award. Taiwan Travelogue unburies lost colonial histories and deftly reveals how power dynamics inflect our most intimate relationships.

Setting: Taiwan, 1938

Historical fiction, metafiction, literary fiction, colonialism, 1930s, adult

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I’ve finally started listening to The Sunshine Court and as I remember all that’s yet to come I find myself wishing I could wrap Jeremy and Jean up and smoosh their faces together already.

Then I remembered I did that last year. If you have a couple of wines and squint through dirty glasses, this is pretty well nearly pre-TGR canon compliant.

He could never have imagined that he would end up on a semester exchange, but after the Trojans' grueling win against the Foxes in the Spring Championship finals; after the post game party ended and everyone had gone home; Jeremy had found himself alone with Jean in the back garden. The night had turned cool and they’d ended up sitting together on the ridiculous porch swing that Cat had salvaged from the side of the road. It was old and rickety and had enough of a lean on it that meant no matter how much you tried to maintain your position, if you were sharing the swing with someone—especially if you were anything other than sober—it was inevitable you’d end up squished together at the lower end. Jeremy and Jean had not been sober.

Read it on ao3.