#but decent in length

[lucithecrow]

JUST STAB ME IN THE HEART THEN, FUCK

[quirkle2]

first amv be nicies to me about it or else

[jade-of-mourning]

support your brother / sport brother

[professorsta]

Spirited was heartfelt in a way I didn't expect. I've read A Christmas Carol before and seen the many adaptions as I'm sure all of you have too, but I loved how this one tied in the Old Scrooge with the New One. Clint meeting Present who is so similar to him yet so different, for the fact that the whole time Present seems as if he's looking at a horrific fun house mirror, while Clint is meeting maybe the only person who has deeply and intrinsically connected with him. Clint learns that Present knows what its like to be a cruel controlling money hungry leach who desperately fears that when he tries to make up for it, no matter what he does, he won't ever be able to rectify the pain he caused. And yet? Present still tries, and inevitably is able to convince Clint to as well. Wasn't really a Christmas Carol beats wise but it was a realistic answer to the question; what happens after the story is over? Does the mean old Scrooge become a good man indefinitely? Or does he realize that it's not about desperately grasping at the idea of what is good, but instead about embracing and excepting his past, present, and future so he can move forward with honesty and without shame? Realizing he had to choose everyday to not say Good Afternoon, even though he knows he'll fail sometimes, and try to give grace when he does. It's the age old question; Can a bad person be a better one if they try? The movies answers, yes, everyone can do a little good.

[risetherivermoon]

i hc that the oakvalians never cut their hair, and when henry arrived on earth he had like- waist length hair, and he cut it off later on while with mercedes, and he didn't get why at the time, but it felt like a really important moment to him

[shivunin]

If you had to pick 5 fics you’ve written to make a “crash course” and sum up your writing personality, which would they be?

Oooh thank you so much for asking! <3 I had to ponder this a bit, but here's what I think:

I love angst/confronting your feelings at the moment your loved one faces mortal peril so Only Ghosts (4,267 Words). It's all the tasty Zevran/Wen feelings after she takes a deadly wound in the Deep Roads.

I have to include As Two Reflected Stars (12,429 words) because I also love hurt/comfort and tracing the role a specific habit or occurrence has in character growth over time. In this case, healing.

Internal conflict is (I think!) one of my specialties so I offer up Only a Kiss (1,215 Words), the first thing I ever wrote for Wen and Zevran. Wen is always such a treat to write because so much goes unspoken with her, but I feel like this is a peak example of her warring with herself.

I also consider tropes I don't love a little puzzle to unwrap for myself, so next is Search Your Hands (13,581 words). I wrote it as a silly little story about cultural misunderstandings between Cullen and Lavellan. It wound up being a more well-liked fic than most of mine, which surprised me a lot!

Aaaand last but not least I will always be a sucker for unspoken feelings, idiots in love, and romantic tension, so Summer Tea (897 Words) with Elowen and Cullen. These two are the worst at making that first move with each other but it's so fun to write the lead-up.

[cryptocism]

I'd been putting off starting frequency for a while now but finally started and jeez, I really love your style. This wild be such an amazing actual comic run and almost makes up for the fact that Thad probably isn't going to get any canon love anytime soon--if ever.

I'm excited to get knees deep in this fic!

ah thank you!! from concept to execution the "goal" of this thing was to try and weave comics canon together into a coherent storyline in a way that also felt true to comic book wackiness and action adventure so its SO vindicating to hear ppl say it feels like a comic run

[disdaidal]

I got a sudden surge of inspiration (or insanity) last night, and I wrote most of chapter 2 for my omegaverse fic. I still have to write a little more to get to the end of it, and then I can start working on my least favorite part aka proofreading/editing it, so...

Give me the strength to finish it tonight? Please? 🙏

[sonknuxadow]

helppp i saw a most tragic character poll where one of the matchups was shadow the hedgehog vs luz theowlhouse and you could just tell that none of the people voting for luz actually know anything about shadow because they were all in the notes saying stuff like Guys please vote for luz she has trauma. and she had to go through all that when she was only a teenager . its so sad shadow has nothing on her. as if all of their arguments dont also apply to shadow

[pangur-and-grim]

45k 😳 I am over the halfway mark

[coldshrugs]

wip whenever

i've been tagged by @myreia @thevikingwoman and @redwayfarers and surprisingly i have things to share already! idk who to tag since we're well past wednesday, but please consider yourself tagged if you are a writer/artist/gposer/maker of things. i wanna see it all!

i'm putting this snippet entirely under a cut because it's mature TM and kind of long. the miserable timeline is in full swing and i kind of love this kiss and its aftermath so:

✨💗✨

Io closes her eyes and nods. Her annoyance softens.

She lifts her hand to his chest. It whispers over his collarbone, winds around the back of his neck. The sounds of the stable fade from his mind when she lifts her chin and licks her perfect lips. He watches her make these tiny decisions; each one could bring their ruin, and she chooses to take the risk anyway. The rise and fall of her chest matches his frantic heartbeat.

His lips fall to hers.

There is something sacred in that first brush of their lips. A dizzying, deliberate attempt to drag it out, to breathe together, to crystalize the shape and taste and feel of this moment into something they might be able to keep.

Io stretches up, pressing closer. Her tongue rolls into Estinien's open mouth, soft and wanting–and she's smiling, for him. He answers in kind, his smile for hers, his tongue moving with hers. He tangles his hand in her hair and she moans, a little sound that fills his mouth.

Godsdammit, he needs to feel that again. There is no consequence Ishgard and all her high lords could dispense that would compare.

They could be closer without her fucking cloak in the way. He tugs the loose knot at her neck and it falls to the floor. He pulls her against him, hands roaming over her back, her waist, and down to where her dress drapes her ass. Her moan again, louder, shaking through them. His desire is no longer mere yearning; the reality of Io's reciprocations–once speculation, now unquestionable–earns a bodily reaction. He hardens, pressed between the tight squeeze of their bodies. She reaches for him, an indelicate, appraising touch that sweeps the front of his pants. Estinien groans and–

Io jerks away, a hand to her mouth and breathing hard. "Oh, gods."

It pains him to do so, but Estinien moves back. "Forgive me."

"For what? I should be the one apologizing."

They say nothing, standing in the dark with their hands at their sides.

Io's hair is tousled, a halo of flyaway strands catching in the light. Her dress is off-center, and she has taken the night's solitude to display her tattooed chest, if only for herself and the chocobo. Her expression has fallen into something serious, but her lips are swollen from his kiss. It is impossible not to want her, and she looks at him with the same conflict.

A breeze whistles through the open door, the birds coo and click, and the seconds drag on without extinguishing the heat in his chest or the greedy coil of need in his belly. Estinien closes the distance between them again. His knuckles ghost over her neck, and Io sighs at the touch. How long has it been since Haurchefant touched her like this? Estinien hopes he will never touch her again. He drifts to her chest, the jut of her clavicle, the barely-raised tattoo. He traces the bold triangle, lingering at its point until his hand skims the front of her dress.

Io holds his face between her hands, keeping him at a safe distance, refusing to let him go. Her dark stare is hard. She struggles with herself. Kiss him or don't. Estinien holds her waist.

"We can't."

"I know," he says. His grip tightens, and he guides her backward to the wall. Io's mouth parts when she meets the stone.

Her hands move from his face to his shirt. She toys with a button, looking from his chest to his lips. "If someone sees..." 

"I know, Io." Estinien hoists her up the wall until she's almost a head above him. The rough stones scratch and snag her dress, and it slips down her shoulders an ilm or two. Io's legs circle his waist, pulling him closer until her breath washes over his face.

[moshieee]

so when IS your birthday? :0

I know right??? math is such a fun subject!!!

Open the tags if you dare

[queenlua]

bloggers whose writing is like nails on a chalkboard, to me: cory doctorow, ed zitron, sam kriss

[wundrousarts]

Wundersmith Birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Everyone, share your favorite part of the book, or something you remember about the experience of reading it for the first time!

For me, a fun fact to celebrate 5 years is that when I first read Wundersmith, I picked up that there would be a nice-to-evil twist again, but was SO SURE that it would be Miss Cheery that I was genuinely blindsided by the Mildmay betrayal lol

[jesse-cosay]

Doodles I made for our prequel one shot I posted today, I'm so excited for this one y'all have no idea

It's mostly mikaylip with a side of jesslake, but it's silly stuff grrrrr

[shitty-check-please-aus]

for some reason I decided I was going to try and get 10,000 steps every day in the month of May and like, it's not that difficult, it's not even that much more than I normally walk day to day

but it is annoying as hell because in spite of my apartment being littered with special little socks and foot braces and rolly things I somehow forgot that I develop plantar fasciitis incredibly easily