#neon wishbones

[thedrarrylibrarian]

hey, do you know of any drarry podfics?

Hello! Your holds have arrived!

Yes, I do have some podfics for you! I love listening to a podfic while I'm puttering around the house, or even occasionally on a long trip! It's so calming to have something to keep my mind engaged while I'm doing a repetitive task.

I hope these podfics are exactly what you've been looking for! And don't forget to check out my previous Podfics list!

Podfics 2

Your Presence Against My Skin written by @bafflinghaze, read by JocundaSykes (4 min, rated G)

Nightmares are a part of Harry's life; but so is Draco.

Too Many Potters written by @phdmama, read by @reveriepi (13 min, rated T)

Draco blinks, trying to make sense of what he's seeing.

“Weasley,” he says, not taking his eyes off the sight in the cell, “why are there eleven Potters in Holding B?”

“Twelve, actually,” Weasely replies from his desk. “I think one’s tucked away back in the corner.”

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant written by megyal, read by @HappyHanabi (22 min, rated T)

Harry Potter's new assistant is snarkily organized.

5 times Draco Malfoy lied because of Harry Potter (and 1 time he was uncharacteristically honest) written by Ingi, read by ETL_Echo (26 min, rated G)

Although Draco Malfoy had no qualms against lying, he'd been taught from a young age how to benefit the most from his lies.

His Father had repeated the same over and over again, as Draco grew up: You shall never do anything that provides you no benefit. And Draco had never broken that sacred rule of his family, mostly because he'd never felt the compulsion to do so.

Of course Harry bloody Potter would have to come tumbling and ruin it.

Five Little Things written by @bixgirl1, read by ETL_Echo (38 min, rated T)

Harry was supposed to be good at this.

Still written by alexmeg, read by @reveriepi (47 min, not rated)

Dating Draco Malfoy, Harry thinks, will mean being at arms length outside of sex. No unnecessary physical contact or displays of affection. He wants him anyway, inexplicably. Perhaps that is exactly the kind of person he should be with, someone who will never need Harry to kiss him first, because Harry doesn't think he'll ever be that person.

The Full Monty written by @magpiefngrl, read by @sweatersinthesummer (1 hour, rated E)

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

Pinky Promises Are Powerful Magic written by megyal, read by @reveriepi (1 hour, 11 min, rated T)

Ickle Harry wants to stay with his newest hero.

the way you make me glow written by @softlystarstruck, read by @roseszain (1 hour, 14 min, rated M)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

Potter written by Quine, read by @peony-podfics (1 hour, 17 min, rated T)

"Potter," Blaise muttered, a strewn over salt shaker in front of him.

"Where?" Draco asked, searching in vain for the raven-haired saviour.

Theo was grinning as he watched their exchange.

"Well," Blaise began, "As you're so fond of blaming all your problems on Potter, I thought I'd give it a try as well."

Crimson Neon written by @xanthippe74 and read by Spades (1 hour, 42 min, rated M)

Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.

Human written by @ghaniblue, read by @reveriepi (3 hours, rated E)

Harry isn't dealing well with being bitten and turned into a werewolf. Draco isn't dealing well with Harry packing up and leaving like a thief in the night. Things come to a head in a forest cabin in the German Ore Mountains.

Never Grow a Wishbone written by @shanastoryteller, read by SeaSage (10 hours, 41 min, rated T)

Draco returns to Hogwarts.

He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

Always Already written and read by @aibidil (19 hours, 45 min, rated E)

Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.

Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

[rolandopujol]

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends! Think of this post as a bountiful Thanksgiving table, a cornucopia of treats on which to feast, and we’re not just talking turkey! The first spot is the old Zorn’s building in Bethpage, New York. Zorn’s has provided the centerpiece of many a Long Island Thanksgiving table since 1940. My photo was taken in 2017, and this building was since razed for a car dealership. Zorn’s moved next door and took the neon sign with it, thankfully. Next up is a bar in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, called the Turkey’s Nest Tavern. I took this curious photo – notice the sign the woman is holding – while running the New York City Marathon in 2019. I smiled, but not because I was guilty of said offense! Our third stop is the shuttered Wishbone Fried Chicken in Tifton, Georgia. Lots of folks today will be snapping wishbones and hoping to get the bigger part – may your wish come true, regardless! Next up is the Pilgrim’s Pride Motel in Wildwood, New Jersey. There are two bushes flanking the sign, so photographing it was a challenge, one I was glad to accept. I love this time-traveling pilgrim. He’s dressed for the 1670s, but there’s something about him that’s more 1970s. Now, one of the first things I do on Thanksgiving Day is play “Alice’s Restaurant” by Arlo Guthrie. The 1967 song is forever tied with Thanksgiving Day. The Cliff Notes? Two years earlier, Guthrie was arrested for illegally dumping garbage from a dinner he’d shared with his pal, Alice Brock, at this church outside Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where she lived. He wrote a song about it, and the rest is history. Today it’s the Guthrie Center, complete with a nod to the red VW Microbus in the lyrics, parked right outside. Finally, and soon enough, it will be time to eat! I present five signs with clear instructions to do just that: Clifton, New Jersey’s Tick Tock Diner advises eating heavy: Al’s Hamburgers in Green Bay, Wisconsin, gets right to the point; a shuttered restaurant in Cabazon, California, no longer delivers what it promises; Bill Johnson’s had the right idea for the holiday in Mesa, Arizona; and finally, an “Ideal” way to end this post, in Minneapolis. #retrologist (at United States of America) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWghUDLmH7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[retrauxpunk]

love drawing my OCs in stupid shirts. this is killian. his mum has done a lot of murders. and gotten him to help oopsie

[frankensteinmutual]

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords / Lara Williams, Supper Club / Théodore Géricaul, The Raft of the Medusa (1818–19) / Jenefer Shute, Life-Size / Ovid (tr. Henry T. Riley), The Story of Erysichthon from Metamorphoses / Guillermo Lorca Garcia-Huidobro, The Banquet (2013-14) / Maya C. Popa, from “The Color Wheel Has Been Cancelled”, American Faith / Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood / Interview With the Vampire (1994) / Yves Olade, Belovéd / Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Dante and Virgil (1850) / J. Karl Bogartte, A Curious Night for a Double Eclipse / Leah Raeder, Black Iris / Hannibal (2013-2015) / Marina Tsvetaeva, Poem of the End / The Terror (2018) / CS Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / Beastars (2019 - ?) / Hélène Cixous from “The Love of the Wolf” / “The Cannibal” / Azra T. / Raw (2016) / Richard Siken, from Crush; “Wishbone” / Severance (2022 - ?) / Emma Rebholz, No Good Boodsuckers / Aex Lemon, Another Last Day / Francisco Goya, Saturn Devouring His Son (c. 1819–1823) / Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry / Black Sails (2014 - 2017) / Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless / Anaïs Nin, Henry and June / Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995–1996) / Tanaka Mhishi / Margaret Atwood, You Are Happy / Jennifer’s Body (2009) / KotOR II / Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M; “True Encounter”

[drarryspecificrecs]

Most popular fics of 2020

✔ subjectively sorted by Hits || alphabetically listed || as of 2021.10 (5868 works) ✔ 2020 in review : (daily) complete fics + (monthly) longest fics + list of fests ✔ most popular fics of other years

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(Un)wanted by @aibidil [E, 36k]

Accidental Magic by @penguinanimagus [E, 34k]

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The Changing Lights by @lazywonderlvnd [E, 142k]

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash [E, 36k]

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken [T, 19k]

Criminal by @the-sinking-ship [E, 83k]

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Evitative by @k-vichan [T, 222k]

Ex Nihilo (And Other Feats of An Untrained Veela) by Kandakicksass [M, 127k]

A Family of Our Own by @dwell-on-dreams [E, 2k]

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Found Family by Doctor_Who_Cares [E, 148k]

The Four Doors by @fluxweeed [E, 48k]

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 [E, 17k]

Friends? Is That What We Are? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark [E, 33k]

Get Your Kinks Out by @cassiopeiasshadow [E, 38k]

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I Was Held In Chains But Now I'm Free by gayshiit [E, 24k]

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I'm So Tired by andrewminyardenthusiast & @brekkerenthusiast [T, 84k]

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If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic [M, 10k]

In Another Life (I Would Make You Stay) by aboutmalfoy [T, 112k]

in heat by @bonesliketambourines [E, 4k]

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[aboardthescheherazade]

“Tintin 1997″ AU brainstorming, just for fun tonight:

Tintin would release his reports on Usenet and Google Groups. He’d also have his own blog on a Geocities style site, but with very minimal formatting. There’s a little spinning globe .gif for the home button

It would be so easy to bury your real name/identity back then online, too. Tintin gives himself a clever username based on his birth name, but it soon becomes the only name that most people know him by

There’s still all sorts of future science, but instead of whenever it had that trim, minimalist 1950s aesthetic in the comics...it’s translucent neon plastics and Y2K style. Calculus whips out a new machine and it’s a blue-tinted chrome with rounded edges

The sociopolitical climate would be a lot different, but there’s so much potential to explore as a light sci-fi/political adventure...the first successful animal cloning, the tensions of the Hong Kong handover, the rise of computer viruses...

Cosmos Pictures produces direct-to-video cheap action and slasher movies, much like Cannon Films or Troma. Cosmos’s films blend right in with all the other titles at the video store...which is the perfect veneer for a money laundering operation

Tintin and Chang are still pen pals, but through emails. They send each other updates about the news in their parts of the world

Snowy is still Snowy. Maybe Tintin sometimes dresses him up like Wishbone for fun

I just got the image of Allan’s Karaboudjan crew loading/unloading cargo while blasting Europop. He can bark at them to put on something “dignified” for the sea, but there’s no way he doesn’t tap his foot to “Wannabe” by Spice Girls sometimes

[dragynkeep]

Data Corruption, Bulldogs, Wishbone, Walking on Sunshine and Compost King for ship meme?

meme, accepting.

data corruption ; jacques / watts.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i do like the meme for this but i don’t really actively ship anything with jacques & do enjoy other ships for watts lmao. i wonder what it’d feel like with their moustaches when they kiss though —

bulldogs ; adam / marrow.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i totally blame the server for this one but the idea of marrow / adam can be played out in so many different ways & hhh, i just love the ideal of them. i simply think they should be boyfriends !!

wishbone ; clover / marrow.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

wishbone supremacy !! i adore these two & the way clover seems so genuinely affectionate with marrow in canon, not only as the “baby” of his squad but also as a friend & colleague. the idea of marrow looking up to clover & also having this fluttery feeling crush on him is just so adorable sobs.

walking on sunshine ; sun / flynt.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i could definitely see some interesting dynamics play out with these two, especially with sun & neon being quite similar so flynt already knows how to deal with a mischievous faunus with a penchant for trouble & tricks. i simply think they should kiss ♥

compost king ; jaune / oscar.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

while i personally don’t ship this because i enjoy a brother relationship between them instead, i think it could be cute. especially with that kind of puppy crush growing into something more as they got older & jaune became a more established huntsman, taking oscar fresh in the academy under his wing. that ship name is genius though lmao.

[heckling-hydrena]

I haven't put much thought into wishbone's architecture besides the fact I want it to be ~ flashy ~ and I want the swirling sands saloon to look like, well, a western saloon, but ngl the idea of it being a looming brutalist/neon mesh of a city in the middle of nowhere is really growing on me. Like this place should be normal, but when you try to piece it all together it just doesn't fit.

Oh and while we're on the topic shoutout to every neon sign in tokyo for looking so good in tumblr aesthetic photos and thus providing me with the exact Vibes I need for my lizard lore

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Weeping Statue | Feeding Habits Update #6 & let’s chat about quitting writing

Hello! Are we back for another Feeding Habits update (finally)?? Let’s chat chapter 7, Weeping Statue.

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Can we talk about struggle? Because this chapter was IT. I believe I started it in late July and finished it earlier this month. I’ve taken my time with chapters before, but this was next level--the amounts of changes I went through in one chapter was astronomical, and reminded me of drafting chapter three earlier in the summer. I went through so many stages writing this chapter: from enjoying it, to feeling no joy from writing at all, to nearly quitting this book altogether!

Scene A:

Harrison and his mother Suzanna simultaneously avoid each other over breakfast after he failed to return home the night previous

She lowkey calls him out (calling out his denial of missing Lonan)

Scene B:

Harrison goes to a farmhouse owned by Theodore Harvey, a friend of his mother’s, to drop off the rescued litter of kittens from chapter 6. He realizes he is missing one kitten and concludes Reeve has stolen one after dinner the night previous.

Scene C:

Harvey invites Harrison inside for coffee where he admits his coffee machine is broken.

Harrison fixes the coffee machine, and is hired by Harvey to flip the rest of the farmhouse as he and his wife are moving.

Scene D:

On his way home, Harrison stops at a gas station where he buys a bouquet of tulips for his mother, a dog collar for the puppy he found in the kitten litter, a pack of gum, pastries, and sunscreen before heading to a beach.

At the onset of a lightning storm, Harrison swims in the ocean and has an epiphany--he decides to accept his miserable life (a development!)

Scene E:

After the beach ordeal, Harrison returns to his apartment ready to accept the plainness of his daily life when an old ghost from his past (his! ex!) Lonan appears to be having dinner with Suzanna

This chapter brought so many things. A) many... breakdowns lol (I cried a lot!), B) many false epiphanies that wound me back into ruts, C) a desire to quit this series that was just as terrifying as it sounds and D) an ideology I never would’ve gotten on my own. Just have to thank my sister Sarah for telling me a few weeks ago after I insisted that I knew what needed to logically happen but couldn’t write it no matter how hard I tried. She said: “It’s not about what works, it’s about what you want” << literally changed my philosophy on writing, even as someone who tries their best to advocate for care and enjoyment in writing. Not sure if it’s because of the timing when she said this, but I’d probably never had made it out of the rut without having this said to me.

I was *not* planning at all to have my boys reunite so soon in the book. Technically, it is not very soon and we are almost done the book, but for some reason, I really didn’t think it would work so early because I felt Harrison’s POV was so undeveloped already (I still think it is). HOWEVER, the fact of the matter is: it was not working at all. I knew exactly what I needed to do to get to point A to Z but the thing about writing is, it is not formulaic! I tried to make fit what I thought worked, but as time progressed and I immensely struggled, less and less did I want what worked. Writing was miserable and that’s not what I want writing to be for me. So I took Sarah’s advice, and I did what would make me happy, and that was, and has always been, seeing my boys interact.

Now that I’ve finished this chapter, I’m not sure if I made the right decision! I have yet to write the boys interacting so I don’t know if it will work, but what I liked about this method is that it freed me from this constriction I’d written myself into and opened a new avenue to do something that DOESN’T “work” for the story but that does work for me. To me, this project, this series, is more important to me than making something “work”. Sustaining my health and happiness (which were declining on the path I was on) is critical for me and my writing journey.

EDIT: by the time I’m editing this post, I have written the boys interacting and haha yep this was the right decision! Was doubting myself for a sec, added in a lil robbery, and now it’s all good (oops)

Excerpts:

I don’t have too many for you because this chapter does need an edit to “set” it in place (right now it feels like liquid Jello that has been in the fridge but is yet to set up). I know it needs one more scene but I cannot :) write :) what :) it :) needs :) no matter how hard I have tried, and so I am giving that section of the story a break instead of over-kneading it and toughening up the dough unnecessarily.

Here is part of the opening scene! There are things I don’t like about this but I am trying not to self-hate, so !!!

The next morning, Harrison gets up at dawn to drop the kittens off at the farm, and Suzanna makes coffee for one. This is unusual for both—Harrison rarely leaves the apartment, and Suzanna always makes coffee for two. In his room, Harrison combs his hair and twists his earring, its blue gem pearling in dribbles of sunlight. In the kitchen, Suzanna stirs coffee like it’s wronged her. Harrison dabs cologne onto his throat and blinks off his hangover. Suzanna flecks her spoon onto the tabletop so it leaves an egg of amber on the surface.

When he approaches the kitchen, Harrison pretends he does not see his mother and his mother pretends she does not see him. They move like this, repelled, one moving left, the other moving right, one opening the top cupboard, the other opening the bottom.

Harrison stops at a convenience store and buys a hodge-podge of things (also the beach scene which yes mirrors the last scene in Lonan’s POV hehe I indulge myself):

He picks up the best bouquet of fuchsia tulips, a collar for the dog he left in his bedroom even though it’ll be weeks until she’s big enough to fit in it, a pack of spearmint gum he doesn’t need, a package of pastries, and a tube of sunscreen—SPF 30. He almost drops every item at least once on his way up to the register, and definitely drops them when his receipt is spitting from the machine and the store clerk says she likes his earring—is it vintage—and he nearly vomits in the parking lot, trained against the hood of the taxi—is it even his taxi—the plastic bag teetering from his wrist, rain coiling against his cheek, the air so humid, his clothes so heavy, it is no wonder the next place he ends up is the beach.

It is never smart to swim during a storm. If he thinks hard enough, his mother’s voice warns him to keep from the shore, stand behind the yellow line, stay safe, stay where you are, don’t run under a tree, and even more, don’t run into the water. He does everything wrong in an even worse order—dollops sunscreen into his palm before opening the pastry so his teeth freckles with zinc, chews the gum and the pastry at the same time so his tongue becomes a slime of crumbs, rests the tulips too close to the shoreline so they wilt under a wave, misplaces the dog collar in his own left hand, and dives into the water fully-clothed.

Harrison getting very angsty about Lonan’s future (which he’s predicted completely wrong haha):

He will die alone. Reeve will not think of him again and he will deserve that. Somewhere in the city with the missing kitten, drinking bottles of holy water because there is no drink more fitting for a woman so sacred. His mother will miss him only briefly, and then return to her daily life of no longer needing to clean up after him. Maybe she’ll find the tulips. Put them on display until they wither, then use their carcasses as fertilizer. Save electricity. Use the coffee machine less. Downsize to a smaller, cheaper, prettier apartment with arched walkways and stained-glass windows. Harvey will think he is a fluke who missed his first day of work and will never think of him again. The dog isn’t old enough to recognize him. Suzanna will give her the collar. And Lonan will continue his life in Las Vegas, tottering after Eliza, refilling her wine, getting neon at house parties, watching French silent films without captions because he’s probably learned another language, cut his hair, gotten a tattoo, learned how to cross-stitch, bought life insurance, a yacht, a coastal summer home, learned how to play the mandolin, perfected his lamb sous vide. He’s probably married. Him and Eliza family-planning. He’ll expand a future, and Harrison will do the opposite. There is something freeing in being unmissed.

Lightning snaps across the sky like a wishbone, sounds like the prick of tambourines from under the water. Everything turns violet—the clouds, his skin, the waves. Tomorrow will be a better day, as he sinks lower into the current, tomorrow will be a better day, as the light fades and dissolves into blackness, tomorrow will be a better day, as seaweed wraps his throat, as the freezing water impales his ribs, as he burrows under and simultaneously, rises up.

This next part comes right after!

In the stomach of a tidal wave, the sky is so much bluer. An unrolling of cyan like fractals of a baked marble. There is so little to remember. No grocery lists, no fresh turmeric, no shift of portabella mushrooms. No outstanding to-dos—no kibble to by, no resume to update. Harrison folds in blue and lets it gorge his eardrums. He gives his body to that wide chasm of water and breaststrokes not into a second life, but a third.

Here is the last bit:

He buzzes back into the apartment at 3:00AM, tracking in saltwater and SPF, puff-pastry gummed to his palm, a dog collar wound around his ring finger, a sheath of tulips shedding into the elevator behind him.

He hits every floor button twice and is undisturbed when the elevator lurches and reopens in sixty-second intervals. A man rotating a jade cuff on his wrist gets on at the fourth stop and gets off at the sixth. A woman wearing a lynx cape gets on at the eighth stop, breaks up with two girlfriends, and gets off at the eleventh. Two children in coveralls tail in after she leaves and throw jacks at each other’s eyes until one of them bleeds, and by then, they are on the fifteenth floor and the children are leaving like they have not left behind accidental shell casings. On the sixteenth floor, a deer head chihuahua patters in with no owner and barks at the door chime the moment it releases and lets him out. A mother and daughter shell pistachios on the twentieth, a maintenance man introduces himself as David though his nametag says Maxwell on the twenty-second, a flock of teenage girls in whirl about a new way to blend oil pastel on the twenty-third. So it is no wonder by the twenty-fifth floor, Harrison misses his stop and becomes one of these people too—the man with zinc down his eyes like a weeping statue, juggling pastry and a dog collar and a seedy bouquet of tulips.

He tracks seawater in that hallway, parts of him scattering with the zinc, the petals, the crumbs. Like a way to get back home even though he hasn’t started at his destination, he moves through the labyrinth of halls, both starving and nauseated. Tomorrow he will rise at dawn and taxi to Brooklyn and hammer four nails into two pieces of plywood and repeat. He will feed his dog. Learn how to cook something that will impress his mother, something French that he can’t pronounce like brasillé or oeufs cocotte. Find liberation in the constrict of routine or at least pretend to. It will be good for him, the rising, the taxis, the hammers, the nails, the dog food, the cooking—it will all be good.

By the time he gets to their door, his fingers are oiled and dripping with sunscreen. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. He nearly drops the house keys. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. Tomorrow will be his arrival. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. His beginning swelling as he turns the lock. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. There is no other way out.

The apartment is dark when he tracks in. The scent of cinnamon steeping the air like Suzanna’s pulled a saucepan of papas off the stove. At first he doesn’t hear it, but he should, the voices leafing the kitchen like a flit of moths. He steps out of his shoes but never sets anything down, even after he passes the coffee table. Two plates ringing the centre, streaked with and caldeirada and bayleaf. A pitcher of lemonade sweating onto the glass. It is almost like he never left, like he and his mother shared dinner, sipped from each other’s cups, cleaned the tines of each other’s fishbones. And he almost believes it. He never went to the farm. The kittens are where he left them, just a few feet away, not in Brooklyn. He doesn’t have a job to tend to. He never fixed the coffee machine. He didn’t go to the convenience store. He is not slathered in sunscreen, not holding a dog collar or pastries or a bouquet of tulips. He never dove into the ocean like it was some port to asylum and didn’t emerge soaked and walking half-dead to his apartment because he never left. This reality is so easy to believe, he is unfazed by the voices and how they get louder when he reaches the kitchen, when one says “Were you shopping for the apocalypse?” and the other one chokes on its drink and apologizes for its rudeness and stares at him in daydream, those eyes like forget-me-nots, gas fires, seafoam, the wing of a starling, his drop earring.

Harrison is grateful he is soaking wet when he enters that kitchen and Suzanna and Lonan sit at the table sharing a box of petit fours. At least he has an excuse when he drops everything.

That’s it for this update! The tea starts HERE!

--Rachel

[builder051]

Whumptober 2020 day 23: exhaustion/sleep deprivation

Whoa Bessie

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James knows it’s a tactic.  He’s been trained to recognize it, to fight against it.  But when James is dragged out by one wrist and hosed off at o’ dark thirty, all he can say is that he’s living it.

The captors pull him from his straw mattress long before the sun is up.  They jabber at each other in Pashto, probably complaining about the early hour, then take James’s arms, which are each handcuffed to hooks in the room’s narrow walls.

They move at a clip, yanking James between them like a wishbone.  The cold water hits him hard in the face just like it did yesterday.  It tastes semi metallic, though James fights not to swallow as much as he can. No telling where this water came from, and he’s already had the shits. Bacteria mixes badly with soldiers’ stomachs when they’re used to pure bottled American water.

Next are the questions, shouted in broken English as the captors shine a flashlight over James’s wet head. It burns holes in his pupils, searing his vision with spots of neon white he’s not sure will ever fade. Like the memories of this. Day after day after day.

“I don’t know,” James mumbles. He can’t tell them where the important bases are, or who the big American leaders are, or what their plans are. He’s just a sergeant with barely a few boys under him. Plus, it’s the same thing he told them yesterday.

“Not good enough,” one of the captors, growls. He takes James by the scruff of the neck and starts dragging him back inside. “Again. Later.”

“Tomorrow,” adds the other with a grunting laugh.

Right, James thinks. Tomorrow. You mean in twenty minutes, as soon as I’ve fallen asleep.

He knows the tactic is designed to break him. But James also knows that he won’t stop fighting until he’s well and truly broken it.

[lacependragon]

Thinking about aro and ace rep and fanfiction and pair the spares and I thought I’d... write down my current/off the top of my head RWBY headcanons in the aroace spectrum? To see how I feel about myself and my tendencies.

Aro/Ace Spectrum RWBY Headcanons: Coco is a grey-aro lesbian (either no relationship or Velvet) Ciel is aro-ace (no relationship) Neon is aro but not ace (Casual sex with teammates and/or QPP with Flynt) Scarlet is aro/ace (no relationship) Ren is ace (typically Nora/Jaune/Ren) Harriet is grey-aro (either no relationship or Winter) James is demiromantic, demisexual, and gay (usually Ironqrow) Clover is demiromantic (usually Wishbone) Port is ace (usually Portbleck) Ruby is demiromantic (usually Nuts and Dolts but lots of options) Raven is grey-aro (usually Poly STR) Neptune is grey-ace (usually Seamonkeys)

I think, as a person who runs on the aroace spectrum in both categories (demi-romantic, not talking about the other because it’s my business, and such), I should think more about this. I don’t need to ship everyone and I think it’s important to include more rep in my fics. While I have a very strong tendency toward romance, everyone deserves to be represented. I’m gonna think more on this.

Thank you dashboard for the introspection.

Feel free to share your thoughts.

[houseatreus]

music tag game 🎶

tagged by @jeynepoole literally a month ago, but I'm doing it now lol so ty for the tag! I appreciate it <3

playlist shuffle rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people, no skipping!

1. in the middle - dodie 2. devil's angel - unloved 3. carmen - lana del rey 4. the love club - lorde 5. (sigh) - unloved 6. the chased - raleigh ritchie 7. wishbone - freya ridings 8. the firebird tableau i: kastchei's death - igor stravinsky 9. too much is never enough - florence + the machine 10. death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift 11. crush - tessa violet 12. blinding - florence + the machine 13. only if for a night - florence + the machine 14. vampire money - my chemical romance 15. souvenirs - orla gartland 16. alfie's song (not so typical love song) - bleachers 17. take me out - emma blackery 18. idle town - conan gray 19. neon brother - nothing but thieves 20. the waves - bastille

10 songs i’ve been listening to lately:

1. since i saw vienna - wilbur 2. daniel in the den - bastille 3. savior complex - phoebe bridgers 4. graves - chvrches 5. cool girl - dodie 6. the last romance - raleigh ritchie 7. ribs - lorde 8. like a river runs - bleachers 9. sjamboksa - gang of youths 10. i know the end - phoebe bridgers

tagging: @weirwoodeyes @softminded-wannabepoet @sintrivngle @haniawritesthings @ofeliaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and if anyone sees this and wants to do it, say i tagged you and then we can be friends xx

[retrauxpunk]

killian + sasha. drummer + guitarist. failed vampire hunter + newly minted vampire :)

[chaotically-panaro]

Not What You’d Think // A Solangelo Fanfiction

Lou Ellen dragged me out of her Jeep. I pulled my orange and green flannel closer to myself, and Lou's hair was the only thing I could see in the dark shadows of night as we walk across the . Her neon purple hair was glow-in-the-dark, although not on purpose. For Halloween, she had decided to dye her hair temporarily, and then had called me crying when she discovered it wouldn't wash out. Nonetheless, it fit her well. Very... witch-y.

Her hand closed around my wrist, leading me to Jason's front door. From the outside, we could already hear the music pounding and sweaty bodies slipping against each other.

It wasn't my idea, I swear. Every year, Jason Grace and the rest of the football team hosted an enormous party on the second to last day of spring break. I never went of course, not my crowd. Lou always did, and claimed that 'the booze was worth it.' For some unholy reason, this year, she had decided to drag me. I wasn't prepared at all. I'd never drunk in my life, and didn't plan to now.

"Will? Why are you stopping?" Lou Ellen glanced at me curiously. From her eagerness to go inside, I could tell that I would be manning the wheel tonight. "I'm just nervous, that's all."

I was trying to be 'nice,' at least a little. Lou tried to include me in her antics, and I rarely took up her offers. The one time I do, I might as well try to make her happy. Lou nods, and in her hesitation to twist the doorknob, I'm struck with the hopeless idea that maybe she's going to give up this idea and let me go home and watch Jeopardy reruns. To my dismay, she does twist the knob and reveals Jason Grace's enormous foyer.

"Stay with me?" I whisper to her, and her head of indigo hair turns to me. Her smile softens. "Of course." I breathe a sigh of relief, and clutch her hand. Her eyes drift to something behind me, and she drops my hand. Her black heels click on the marble floor as she runs to her boyfriend, Cecil, effectively leaving me alone.

I walk alone to the punch stand, and pour myself a lonely cup of water. Looking for an empty corner where I can reside for the rest of the night, I slip bast hordes of bodies. "William!" I turn to my left, and find Percy Jackson's intoxicated eyes in front of mine. I step back, stumbling a little on someone's discarded shoe. Percy and I aren't exactly friends, but his little sister and mine play together sometimes. He's obviously drunk, I wonder how long he's been here to be sloshed to quickly. He grabs my wrists, green eyes flicking towards mine.

"Have you seen Jason anywhere? I can't find him, which is very sad because I need to tell him how good he looks tonight..." Drunk Percy clearly has no qualms as to revealing details. He pales. "You weren't supposed to know that. It's just... he's so... kissable. You know?"

I nodd, and grab Percy by the shoulders. I guide him to a discarded couch. "I'll tell Jason where you are. Stay here." He holds onto his cup of undefined substances tighter, and his flushed cheeks nod. Jason is on the other side of the room, talking animatedly with Annabeth and her girlfriend, Piper. I slip between bodies again, trying to ignore the exposed flesh. I reach Jason, and he looks surprisingly sober. "Hey, uh, Percy's looking for you." I point to Percy's general direction, and Jason takes up the hint. He squeezes my hands gratefully, and he goes over to the swim team Captain.

I'm alone again, and I search for a corner. My cup of water is starting to slosh, and I find a french door leading to Jason's backyard. More people are out here, and I sit at the foot of a tree, and decide to simply wait for Lou to finish seducing Cecil. She'll collect me, sooner or later.

I swirl my cup's content, and sip it tentatively. It tastes weird, but that could just be me. Between the parting masses of bodies, someone I had previously overlooked slipped out. Nico di Angelo looks invisible in the dark, especially in his dark clothing. But someone had started flashing neon lights, and his pale skin was illuminated. He stumbled to Jason's wood fence, and I can see him start to trip on his own shoelaces. Bryce Lawrence, who was expelled from school for setting a trash can on fire, tries to help him to stand up. Nico looks up to him gratefully, and from my stance on the dirt ground, I can see Bryce's grip go souther than appropriate. Nico doesn't notice, and his sweat-thick hair clings to his forehead.

I can see Bryce's plan, even if Nico can't. I jump up, and jog over. "Hey! Stop it!" Nico turns to me, red eyes curious. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything." He starts to laugh, for reasons beyond me.

Bryce sighs, he knows he can't do anything. He glares at me, and tries to look for his next prey. I gesture to Reyna on the other side of the lawn, who usually comes to parties like these to stop exactly that from happening. Nico sags, and I catch his underarms in my palms. My hand jerks in Bryce's direction, and Reyna meets my eyes, understanding my point.

I pull Nico to my tree, and observe his cut hands from the fall. They're scraped, but nothing I can't try to heal. "You're cute," he says. I stifle a laugh. He's drunk, his thoughts are scrambled. I keep wrapping his hands, nonplussed. "Really, I mean it. I've been looking at you for a while now." I keep wrapping. "Did you know your eyes are really blue? Like very, very, blue. It's actually a little like a cat. Meow." He laughs, and I grow red. I tie the bandages together, and start to secure them. I try to keep bandages on me at all times, Lou is incredibly accident-prone.

Nico pushes his knees on my chest, and starts to kiss me. His mouth is warm and pink, and then I taste a little vodka. I push him off of me. "You're drunk." He frowns. "So what? I am the master of death, no amount of alcohol incapacitates me." I had my own reasons, beside the fact that it's common sense that someone cannot give consent when intoxicated. I'd had a crush on this guy since first grade, and confessed to him over a stupid game of truth of truth or dare in seventh grade. He said "that's gay," and then didn't talk to me for the rest of Middle School.

"Right now, you can't summon a wishbone, sunshine." Nico glared at me, lips plump and cheeks red from the contents of his cup on the grass. I put the rest of my bandages in my surprisingly large pockets, and Nico gets onto my lap. I push him off gently, trying not to jostle him. I think he's going to throw up soon, and I don't want to bring that moment forth any sooner. He pouts, and crosses his arms. His hair is dark, and looks even darker in the night. "I'm not as drunk as you think I am."

I snort. "You look like you're going to projectile vomit on me." His neck flushed, and his gaze lowered. "I do have a crush on you, it's not a lie."

I drop my cup on the grass, and it meets his. If this guy thinks he has the right to my heart, after he broke it to a thousand pieces, he's wrong. He notices the shift in my eyes, and frowns. He sits back on his heels, and cocks his head. "Do you not like me?" Before I can respond, tears start pooling in his eyes. I wrap my arms around him, trying to ignore the wetness blooming on my shirt. He clutches my flannel, and I look down at him. His throat starts to bob.

Nico vomited on my favorite flannel.

Well, today was bad enough. I didn't need the fates to curse me more, yet here we are. He hiccups, and I pat his head, not sure what I'm supposed to do. He seems to sober up a little, and he covers his eyes with his hand. "Oh my God. I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry, Will." I shake my head, and he buries his face in the crook of his elbow.

Nico glances at my flannel-less chest. His face pales. "Did we..." I glance down, and see what it must look like. "No! No, we didn't uh... yeah." We grow silent, and he rubs his forehead.

Lou Ellen pops out of the crowd. "Will! Drive us home?" She's holding Cecil's hand, and I guess they got tired of other people. I did too. I stand up, and brush dirt off of my pants, and wave to Nico. Lou throws me the keys, and we climb into her Jeep. Cecil and Lou are cozy in the backseat, and we leave the flashing lights and the music behind.

I hope Percy and Jason are happy. I hope Lou Ellen and Cecil are happy. I hope Annabeth and Piper are happy. Lou Ellen turns on the radio to fill the silence, and I flip it off angrily. As much as I love Girl in Red, my love life is fruitless. I clutch the steering wheel tighter. I wonder, if I would've said I had a crush on him too, if he hadn't been drunk.

[persephoneshellhounds]

No longer will the daybreak find letters sent in a rush to the last of the stars. No longer will it find a box of fallen eyelashes and wishbones and birthday candles and all the remnants of these lips wishing for cancelled plans and library dates and warm Sunday afternoons spent on kitchen floors, running high on shared laziness and unwashed shirts.

Darling, love’s eyes are never ours to behold in these daylight-tainted sheets;

so if it’s darkness that shows me the safe space, that allows our eyes to collide like seas if it’s neon lights and the noise of the bass that look at us — like we’re a well-buried secret like t h i s, can be poetry just underlain by permafrost,

then maybe this — you. and a white flag waved in the dark: a fair trade — can be beautiful, can be enough in itself.

Then maybe it’s fine not knowing; maybe it’s fine not being yours.

— Fray Narte

[kpop-choco]

tagged by: the lovely @sly-merlin, thanks for the tag, hun!! (sorry it took so long >.<)

tagging :  @defnabeom, @actuallythatwaspromise, @softforqiankun, @bogeymanpop and anyone else who wants to join in the fun ^w^ (if any of the people I tagged - or anyone else- are curious what I would bold on your 20 aesthetics feel free to retag me  (o･ω･o) )

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft ♡

baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

dark academia ♡

neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story(but i don’t have the heart to write on beautiful pages) |

edgy ♡

closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic (not always accidentally!) | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

seventies ♡

colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

preppy casual ♡

collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

jaesmintea ♡ dia

oversized everything | painted nails | fairy lights | dozing off in the middle of class | tying hair up into a ponytail | round glasses (tho i dont wear glasses)| laughing so hard you can’t breathe | late night study sessions | tender hand holding | impromptu photoshoots | drowning in moondust | bathing in the light of the sunset | strawberry flavored lollipops | polaroid pictures | eagerly tugging someone down the street | handwritten love letters | smell of coffee | living with reckless abandon | crinkled pages of a journal | replaying the same part in a song over and over

naptimetea ♡ helena

everything black | rewearing your favorite outfit | drawing late into the night | rewatching favorite shows | the bread isle | minty lip balm | falling asleep anywhere and everywhere | making green tea | useless questions when it’s 2 am | forehead kisses | sleeping in till the afternoon | love of pink | staying up to watch the sunrise | dancing in the bathroom | messy handwriting(lol i hv both neat and messy parts) | pile of sketchbooks | talking for hours about interest | old sentimental stuff animals | hanging out on the bed and doing nothing | thick fluffy blankets

jeonginks ♡ eiko

the thrill of leaning your body way over a balcony’s edge | the suffocating feeling when the strong wind blows down your lungs | tip-toeing barefoot | hair ruffling and cheek pinching | hugging a body pillow at night | facing the sky with closed eyes | the whimsical silence when it’s past midnight and you’re the only person awake | when you can physically feel your eyes soften when you look at someone | dancing alone with only an oversized shirt | when your sweater falls over your thighs as you stand up | humming scary but memorable lullabies | vivid imagination | w-sitting with a mini skirt and thigh high socks | heated laptop on your lap | cereal at 3 am | gliding your fingers across your thighs | bittersweet melancholy | withdrawn and distant eyes | very tight belts | wanting love but not believing in it | not cruel but not kind

hae-sicheng ♡ kara

an organized mess l stepping off the escalator at the last moment l basketball shorts and sweatpants l the cool touch of jewelry l snoozing your alarm l cringe-worthy memories at 3am l chilling in your bed with your laptop screen as your only light source l dozing off in the car l the push of the wind l the sinking feeling in your stomach when the rollercoaster drops l skipping over cracks l sticking up your arm when you’re laying down l the dip of the bed when your loved one lays down l ‘this reminds me of you’ l buttery popcorn from the theaters l inside jokes l back hugs l stolen sweaters l eye contact l closing your eyes while on a swing l linked pinkies and broken wishbones l observing l vague yet specific l sleepy rambles l the melody of people l raised brows and hidden smiles

the32ndbeat ♡ qiu

solo movie dates | hunting for fun, cryptic riddles to indulge in | hot showers | headphones almost always on | loud typing on the computer keyboard | dark circles under eyes | letterman jackets | the scent of crispy toast | playing with your hair | chapped lips | screaming into your pillow | dipping your toes into a cold pool | iced tea in plastic bags | ‘lol no’ | folded arms | late night phone calls | resting bitch face | piercing stares | taking random quizzes just to pass the time | walking very fast

sly-merlin  ♡ simmi

black journals | taste of chocolate in your mouth even after hours of eating | hardbound and classic book covers| late night writing ideas | agatha christie | expensive fountain pens | antique items | middle part hair down | smell of mud after rain | attitude of superiority | how could you not know that? | disney sing-alongs | same playlist daily | pastel highlighters | black and green | whole white outfit | no makeup | be the one that rescues you | formal suits | kindness all the way

kpop-choco  ♡

old music | feeling like you grew up in the wrong era | random humming | girly things | melancholy emotions | introverted | pastel everything | gel pens | crossbody bags | mary-jane shoes | “food has never wronged me” | multiple notebooks of poetry | cotton candy | long cardigans | closing your eyes and biting your lip to hold in a laugh | sitting on a swing and reminiscing | ombre | cooking videos | quirky sense of fashion | closet gamer 

@sly-merlin thanks so much for the tag I really enjoyed doing this!! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ