OSTCT - Update
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alright okay so chapter 2 of OSTCT is going through final edits (I'm on my knees I need to finish it today) so that should be up Soon™
this is 11k words and I could not tell you why I did that to myself but I did so we're going through with it. Uh. So editing has been so Fun.
though I will say I've learned a lot about what goes in to building chaptered fics. I've never done one before so this is a learning curve to say the least.
I've also unfortunately found out my disorganization bleeds into my writing. So. Most of the time was just me reading back what I wrote and going "Wait, Wait no what the fuck that's not even the same place you mentioned before what are you doing you colossal moron."
I still have a lot left to learn, but I love the feeling of putting that final word down on a chapter and knowing that if I did it once, I can do it again and however many times I need to to finish it :]
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@becomedeath asked: where are we going?
What are you but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured you, gnawed out your inner self. A beat is taken as nimble fingers find themselves fidgeting with the thinning straps of a backpack. No, you are quite more than that.
Not an empty shell, but a vessel: a vessel to be utilized to the highest extent of divinity. God has a plan for you. “Green-Busch Fertilizer Company.” Ironic, you think. You allow a laugh to escape your lips, but it’s quickly taken back. “There’s an outpost out that way... I reckon they feel at home surrounded by shit.”
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Join the Chorus 4/25
A Macdonald Hall advent fanfic, posting daily until December 25th.
December 4
Boots was quiet after their late night washing dishes, and even quieter the next morning. Bruno did his best to pretend not to notice.
But of course he did.
Bruno Walton made a habit of noticing things about Boots O’Neil. They’d been best friends for four years by now, and Bruno was pretty sure he knew more about his roommate than Boots’s own parents did.
Boots still sneezed basically as soon as he woke up. He liked tatertots more than fries, but he dipped his fries in a milkshake if he got the chance. He shuffled his feet when he was nervous, and sometimes he half-mumbled to himself in his sleep and Bruno had to throw a sock at him to shut him up.
He also went real quiet when he was worrying about something. The kind of quiet where even the dumbest things Bruno or the guys said couldn’t make him smile or shake him out of it.
It made Bruno nervous.
“What if his parents are thinking about sending him to York again?”
Chris looked up from their shared chemistry experiment. “Who?”
“Boots,” Bruno hissed, digging in his bag for his favorite pen. It was missing. So was his ID pass that let him off campus all officially now he was a senior. But Boots was more important. “He’s been acting weird.”
“Did you take his favorite shirt to dress up a scarecrow again?”
Bruno dismissed that with a careless wave. Chris grabbed for the beaker to keep it upright. “He was only mad because Scrimmage shot it full of pellets. That was hardly my fault.”
“Sure,” Chris agreed, because it was easiest. “Is he not talking about it?”
“No,” Bruno grumbled. “Hey, you think the guys could tag team him and help figure it out?”
An explosion rocked the room.
Bruno and Chris dove for cover.
Mr. Schmidt picked up the handily accessible fire extinguisher with the ease of long practice and made for the table occupied by Sidney Rampulsky.
“Just keep an eye on him,” Bruno told Chris. “See if he lets anything slip.”
“If he won’t tell you, what makes you think he’ll tell us?”
Bruno was saved from having to worry about the warmth in his chest by the fire sprinklers going off.
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tiktok depop y2k revival might make me feel like im ready for my AARP discount but also: ohshit low/mid rise pants is coming back maybe i can buy jeans again
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holy shit it’s horny horses night isn’t it
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[ID: 10 icons of Overlord's face with different aromantic related flags as the background. Overlord's face and helmet are scratched and beaten up and, although he is smiling, there's a trail of pink energon coming from his broken left eye that crosses a corner of his smile and keeps dripping down his chin. The flags are, in order:
Aromantic (dark green, green, white, grey, black)
Aplatonic (dark blue, blue, green, cream)
Aroallo (dark green, green, white, yellow, dark yellow)
Aroace (orange, yellow, white, blue, dark blue)
Non-SAM aromantic (dark blue, blue, white, green, dark green)
Akoiromantic (red, orange, yellow, white, black)
Queerplatonic (yellow, pink, white, grey, black)
Polyaffectionate (green, white, pink, white, blue, white, grey)
Quoiromantic (black, white, green, light blue)
Aroflux (5 stripes that go from red to green)
End of ID]
Anyone can use and credit is appreciatted . But it is mandatory that you put a description of the icon wherever you use it (if you use it as a pfp, put an image description on your blog's description, like I do), you simply have to copy and paste the ID of this post delete the list of flags that don't apply to the icon that you chose.
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