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#trying my best not to be a sap in the main bulk of the post but ty so much for all the love this series has gotten til now y'all šŸ’–
abd-illustrates Ā· 2 years
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šŸ–¤ Heartless - the Wonders šŸ–¤
For this weekā€™s video, I officially closed the book on the ā€œHeartlessā€ chapter of my Concept Corner series by delving into the dark powers and potential pasts of the storyā€™s villains, the Wonders! šŸ–¤šŸ¤šŸ’›šŸ§”ā¤ļøšŸ’š
This is a compilation of all the finished pieces -- itā€™s wild to think how long its been since this silly lil' video series started, but I canā€™t wait to see where it goes next! Hope youā€™ll keep an eye out for whatever may come along on the horizon šŸ’–
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bluepluto03 Ā· 3 years
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Ok so! I absolutely adore @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors sanders sides series ā€œlove and other fairytalesā€ and bc he is a really cool person who does prompts for other ppl all the time, I decided to take a prompt from him myself !!
(Note that I asked on my main and this is my writing blog lol so thatā€™s why the urls donā€™t match upppppp)
The prompt was basically just anything with Roman and Remus,,,, I went a tiny bit off of that and this is kinda a mini fic/kinda a hc post but I hope u enjoy it dispite that!!! <3
Remus doesnā€™t really understand like healthy forms of showing affection. And ofc Roman, who is like 40 and looking at this kid who is somehow a literal 18 y/o infant and also decades older than him is not gonna let that continue
So once Remus wakes up from his hibernation Roman makes it his mission to try and like show Remus actual Love and Affection
He orders weird sodas online for Remus. Like the weirdest flavors possible. Grass flavored soda is a real life thing. Itā€™s Remusā€™s favorite and Roman buys it in bulk and just throws one at Remus basically every time he sees him
Every day that Remus has therapy Roman goes into the forest to pick him up and walk with him to it (or drive idk how far Emileā€™s office). He also always waits outside so he can walk Remus back after
At first Remus is mega sus bc heā€™s like basically assuming that Roman is trying to make sure heā€™s not going to hurt the humans. Which is like mayyyyybe a tiny part of it but itā€™s legitimately 99.9% that Roman just wants to be there for him
Roman starts a habit of ruffling Remusā€™s hair every time he sees him. Remus is honestly just,,,,,, baffled
Remus has literally no clue what the heck is going on, but other ppl start figuring it out and deciding ā€œoh Iā€™m going to do that tooā€
Patton starts inviting Remus to family movie nights! Ofc they have tons of soda and sweets but Patton also goes out of his way to try and make some of the more weird Fae foods that Remus enjoys
Although once Roman accidentally drank something made primarily of tree sap, bark and river water. So that was unfortunate
Movie nights are.... interesting btw. They watch a lot of Disney movies and Remus likes to make a lot of.... off color jokes.
Thankfully he keeps it.... mostly in check when Linda is around (at least when sheā€™s still really young). Usually he waits for her to fall asleep, or he just finds Roman the next day and tells him like all 200 of the jokes within 15 minutes
Remus does actually enjoy the movie nights though
Logan asks for Remusā€™s opinion on their garden (even if he doesnā€™t really need that help) and they have really in-depth seelie discussions about ~plants~
Virgil is very awkward but heā€™s trying his best. He just keeps leaving Remus fancy weapons bc why tf not
Linda very quickly gets to the point where sheā€™s comfortable enough about Remus to basically use him as a climbing post. He doesnā€™t mind but his bird is a little jealous
Through out all of this Remus is somewhere between appreciative and very confused like What Are They Doing
Emile is like they care about you ya silly!!
Remus is like yeah I know??? So why are they doing that??? I already know that they.... care or w/e whatā€™s the point of doing all that
Emile: well when people care about eachother they like to do nice things and show that they care! Even if the other person already knows, part of caring about someone is making sure they feel cared for :) ļæ¼
Remus is just like.... Oh.....
At the end of the session he goes out into the waiting room and Roman is there waiting for him
Remus goes up and hugs Roman
Roman just grins and hugs him back
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mollymauk-teafleak Ā· 6 years
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Dog Park AU
Okay so! For my darling @childofdustandashes because we were both far too impatient to wait until itā€™s valentines day for both of us so weā€™re making the most of our time zone madness to get even MORE VALENTINEā€™S DAY!
But yeah, I love you baby girl and I will write a big mushy post about you tomorrow tomorrow when Iā€™m a little more coherent. Love you!Ā 
Theo Burr was a very high stress person by nature. It ran in her family, if her father, with his daily hours formulaically chipping away at the ever-growing mountain of paperwork in his office that she made sure to periodically check hadnā€™t fallen on him and put him in desperate need of rescue, were anything to go by. And she couldnā€™t say it didnā€™t have its uses, it had gotten her through high school, through college, through law school and put her in the positon she currently was now- confidently facing the bar exam this summer with an actual hope in hell of passing and a shining career just like her father all neatly laid out for her, like a road map she just had to follow determinedly.
But it was in those very few and far between moments, where she found herself completely relaxed and free of worry, that she realised what a burden it actually was sometimes. She knew she didnā€™t truly want to, couldnā€™t really want to on some very basic and fundamental level of her mind, but Theo couldnā€™t help thinking longingly of her brief oases of calm, daydreaming of curling up in them and living there forever, never having to return home and pick up all the burdens she carried.
But no, that wasnā€™t the kind of person she was. And Theo knew what kind of person she was and she was proud of it; it had taken a lot to reach that point it and she wouldnā€™t give it up easily. Ā 
Still, she smiled and sighed in satisfaction on that pleasantly chilly October morning, as she stood on the threshold of another pause, another brief moment of peace. She could always sense them coming, she knew exactly the conditions, the situation she needed to set up to make one happen and as such she could engineer them into her schedule as tightly and efficiently as she did everything else.
All she needed to do to get there was exactly what she did that morning, to the letter. Theo woke late, when the morning sun was already filtering in from under her curtains, a little thin and washed out with the oncoming winter sapping it, but all the same. She enjoyed the warmth of her thick, down comforter (Theo believed in being frugal in most parts of her life but never, ever skimped on her bedsheets), reading the paper in bed, filling in the crossword, recording the time she completed it in so she could proudly text it to her father and see if sheā€™d managed to beat his time. She had last Sunday, for the first time since theyā€™d started doing this when she was fourteen, and she was eager for another taste of victory with her morning coffee. The coffee was a ritual in itself, made with her extra special, uber expensive, strictly-saved-for-the-weekend beans, cream and two sugars, drank at the window seat of her small studio apartment as the news played in the background, as she surveyed the street below, never failing to get a sense of calm. Theo always felt part of something when sheā€™d rest against the window and watch the people going past, all with their own senses of purpose and place, fuelling her own even though she couldnā€™t even see their faces.
Maybe that young man was going to fetch breakfast for his pregnant wife. Maybe that mother was on her way to pick up her daughter from dance class. Maybe this was that couples second date, so much potential and promise hanging in the air between them. Maybe that group of young women were old college friends and hadnā€™t seen each other in years but were spending a weekend in the city together. All these possibilities would make Theo smile.
Full and awake and content, she bathed and dressed, taking her sweet time in the shower, using her favourite shower gel, the one that smelled of full, rose skinned apples and pomegranate seeds heavy and pregnant with red, tart juice. She would wash her hair thoroughly, singing along to her music as she did so, even dancing a little, turning and swinging her hips for her imaginary audience, hitting high notes and belting without a care in the world. She then lounged in her towel for a while, reading magazines on her bed and performing a little more carefree choreography through her bedroom before drying her hair, massaging a little coconut oil into it. She took care with her clothes too, this being one of the few days she didnā€™t have to resolutely stick to her uniform of pantsuits and neat skirts and pressed blouses. She ended up with a long skirt in a bright, bold pattern, as bright and bold as she felt, her nana had brought it back from Barcelona for her. A crop top went on too, sheā€™d be cold but fuck it, she looked too damn good not to show off a little, just for herself. Some sacrifices were worth making. Kicks, not her best ones but her old, worn favourites, hair in twin buns, bold lipstick and she was done.
Now for the hard part.
Theo strode over to the basket under the table in her kitchen, knowing thatā€™s where heā€™d be, even though she had been awake for hours.
She hunkered down, grinning brightly, ā€œWhat kind of guard dog are you, lazy bones?ā€
Titus gave a whine in response, hefting one huge, tawny paw over his eyes, like he thought that would save him from being woken up. Like he suddenly became invisible to her if he did that.
ā€œNice try,ā€ Theo snorted, reaching in and ruffling his thick mane of fur, ā€œUp, up, up! Time for walks!ā€
That magic word had him. He made his resentment clear through huffs and whimpers but he eased himself out of his basket all the same, tail managing to wag for her, eyes managing to brighten as he hopped up, forepaws on her knee, for his good morning hug.
Titus had originally been intended as a guard dog, a house warming present from her father, given with the express promise that he would keep a young lady living in downtown New York all on her lonesome the protection and security she desperately needed. It ended up being a bit of a running joke in their family. Titus was big, there was no denying that, he was actually bigger than most other German Shepherds, but he also happened to be the worldā€™s biggest wuss, preferring to use his huge bulk to hug rather than for any safekeeping purpose. He jumped when leaves blew past him on the sidewalk and taxis honked as they passed by. He hid behind Theoā€™s legs if a cat happened to appear, bolting from an alleyway as they walked past. He would whine and fuss mercilessly if his lady happened to leave his sight for more than five seconds, even if sheā€™d just ducked into a store for an ice cream which she would, of course, give him the cone from. All in all, he didnā€™t really fulfil the role Aaron had had in mind when he gave him to his daughter.
But Theo adored him all the same. And he adored her right back.
She hummed brightly to herself as she tied his usual red bandana around his neck and slipped him into the harness sheā€™d got for him back when he was still a puppy and way too small to fit in it (ā€œHe needs to feel big like the other dogs, dad!ā€). She put on her headphones, show tunes turned up, and together, both full of optimism and fortitude that only comes with a good morning well spent, they set out for Central Park.
Ā Theo had a smile on her face a mile wide as she bounced on her heels along the path, head swaying in time with the music in her ears, making her buns waggle with perfect timing. Titus ploughed on ahead of her, as if clearing the path and making sure no threats lay ahead of his mistress for him to jump at and get scared by and need cuddles. A blanket of leaves that looked as if theyā€™d been moulded and shaped from copper itself littered the path ahead of them, rustling under four paws and two sneakers as if in quiet conversation. Squirrels skittered from branch to branch just over their heads, ink drop eyes glittering curiously, and birds broke the constant clear blue of the sky with their arrowhead silhouettes, probably flying off to somewhere much warmer than New York city in the middle of autumn. The season didnā€™t come without its gifts, though; there were bright lavender and yellow bursts of crocuses along the path. Theo saw them and gave a slightly melancholy smile. They made her think of her mother, having been her favourite flowers, but it was a good memory. Not a twist of a knife, just a dull ache from doing work she was happy to do. She made a mental note to buy some from a florist, half to go on her mamaā€™s grave and the rest to fill a glass vase on her kitchen table. Knowing they would see the same colours, smell the same delicate scents, brought Theo comfort, as if her mama had bought the flowers for her rather than the other way around. It was kind of a hangover from something her father had told her when she was younger, just after sheā€™d died. Heā€™d told her that Mama sent the crocuses up in Central Park just for Theo, so sheā€™d know she wasnā€™t really gone and was always watching over her baby girl. At twelve, Theo had been a little too old to believe that story even then, but she appreciated the effort and would always associate those proud, regal blooms, like tiny paper crowns made by a careful, loving, attentive hand, with her mama.
Titus took her a little off the main track through the park, he liked the thickets best, they came with the opportunity to stick his long snout into a bush or too and find some interesting smells or a nice smooth stone he could present to his mistress as a gift. Theo whistled pleasantly to herself as some good old fashioned soul music kicked in through her headphones, gearing herself up to get lost in Aretha Franklinā€™s feather-boa-rattling voice.
That was what distracted her.
She didnā€™t even hear Titusā€™ yelp as the blur of black and white and grey barrelled into him and knocked him off his paws completely, sending him sprawling in the dirt at the side of the path. Which, of course, as Theo was holding the end of his leash, she got to go sprawling right along with him.
ā€œWhat the-?ā€ she managed to exclaim just before the surprise of no longer being vertical and suddenly rolling (thankfully harmlessly and painlessly) onto damp and unpleasant grass took her breath away.
It dislodged her earbuds too so she managed to hear her Titus whining and wailing in distress, as well as a new, much more fierce, much more energetic yapping that belonged to the black and white and grey blur, still a blur as whatever it was when it wasnā€™t going five hundred miles an hour zig zagged this way and that over the poor, downed Titus.
ā€œHey! Get off him!ā€ Theo demanded, not able to do anything more than make her threat before her lap was taken up with nearly 88 pounds of dog as Titus hid in her arms.
ā€œSorry, sorry, sorry!ā€ another new sound cut over the pandemonium, ā€œOthelloā€™s only little, heā€™s not got the hang of making friends yet. Othello, down boy!ā€
A lot of thoughts were running through Theoā€™s mind at that point, very quickly, but the one that got to her mouth was this.
ā€œWhat kind of name is Othello?ā€
ā€œHuh?ā€ the owner of the voice, a nearly impossibly tall young man, about her age and with face covered in more freckles than Theo thought could exist on a human person, blinked in confusion.
ā€œUh, sorry,ā€ Theo felt her face flush, she hadnā€™t wanted to sound so incredulous. Though, really, she had every right to be, seeing as she was sat in the mud thanks to this guy.
The man caught the blur in both arms, hauling it up and suddenly, it manifested as a very small, very hairy dog, panting, scrabbling his paws in the air and looking very disgruntled at having his game interrupted.
ā€œI really am sorry about that,ā€ the guy said again, looking embarrassed as he held out one hand to help Theo up, ā€œHe slipped his collar and got away from me back there, I had to chase him through the whole parkā€¦ā€
ā€œIā€™m not surprised,ā€ Theo said breathlessly, accepting the offer of help after she managed to convince Titus to get off, ā€œIā€™m not sure they even make dog collars that smallā€¦ā€
Fortunately, he laughed at that, ā€œYeah, heā€™s kind of a runt. Fast though. Big personality.ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ Theo brushed down her skirt, ā€œYeah, I got a taste of that personalityā€¦ā€
The kid flushed red, biting his lip guiltily, ā€œI am sorry. Youā€™re not hurt, are you?ā€
ā€œNah,ā€ Theo shook her head, recentering her braids, ā€œTitus might have some emotional damage, though.ā€
He winced and addressed the cowering German Shepherd behind her legs, ā€œSorry, buddy. He doesnā€™t mean any harm, I swear, heā€™s just got a lot of energy.ā€
That much was obvious, Othello- if that really was the thingā€™s name- was squirming and wriggling so furiously in the guyā€™s arms, Theo was genuinely impressed he was holding on so effortlessly.
ā€œHeā€™s not that dented up, really,ā€ Theo said quickly, not wanting to come off like she was criticising, ā€œHeā€™s just a wuss. A big old furry wuss.ā€
Titus whined, as if in indignance, though he soured his argument a little by diving back behind Theoā€™s legs when Othello gave a growl.
ā€œBehave!ā€ he snapped, patting his dogā€™s head, ā€œStop being a meanie!ā€
ā€œMaybe heā€™s mad cos some doofus named him Othello,ā€ Theo muttered, a little louder than sheā€™d intended. She cursed herself, god damn her big mouthā€¦
But the guy only laughed again, a nice sound, one he clearly used often.
ā€œIā€™m a literary nerd, what can I say?ā€ he grinned hugely, ā€œIā€™m hoping he grows into it.ā€
Theo blushed a little, smiling back, ā€œDid you just get him?ā€
ā€œIs it that obvious?ā€ he chuckled, ā€œYeah, I got him from the pound the other week, weā€™re still, ahā€¦establishing whoā€™s the alpha in the situationā€¦ā€
ā€œWellā€¦best of luck with it,ā€ Theo smiled, wanting to leave this particular exchange before she embarrassed herself any further, or before Othello escaped his ownerā€™s arms and Titus had a heart attack.
ā€œHey, um, do youā€¦do you have somewhere to be?ā€ the guy blinked, ā€œI mean, the least I owe you after that mess is a coffee?ā€
ā€œAā€¦ohā€¦ā€ Theoā€™s blush was back with a vengeance.
ā€œIf thatā€™s okay, I mean?ā€ he smiled, that same hundred kilowatts smile that outshone even this harsh, autumn sun, ā€œAlthough, god, what am I even doing, I havenā€™t even asked your nameā€¦ā€
ā€œTheo Burr,ā€ she interrupted him gently, ā€œAnd a coffee sounds great.ā€
ā€œTheo,ā€ he repeated, eyes brightening, finally letting Othello slip from his arms, letting him land in a heap at his feet where he thankfully stayed.
ā€œIā€™m Philip Hamilton.ā€
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fourteenacross Ā· 7 years
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2016 in writing
2016 in fic! This looks SO empty compared to past years, even if it's roughly the same amount of words! Hamilton: i saw the whole story unwind (132,888) Opening Break (3,531) Remote Capture (3,483) Not Your Average Bear! (1,835) Ghost Included (we hope) (2,941) but i won't go far away (12,577) the constellations aligned (10,004) the air grows cold around me and you (27,268) a way to hang the sun up in the sky (9,510) we'll have to muddle through somehow (8,513) Ficlets: Lazy Day (924) Cryptids (1,904) John's Instagram (1,443) Skeptic Refuted Fan Speculation (???)* Apocrypha (aka shit I wrote that takes place after the stuff in the main stories that may be disregarded/discarded as the next three stories develop): For Hire: Ghost Hunter (551) Three Wishes (2,446) Ouija Boards are NOT ALLOWED (1,139) Reality Show (1,538) Star Wars (2,441) X-Men Alternate Timeline Movies: Who Needs Sleep? (2,535) Fifty Dollars and First Impressions (3,574) Ficlets: Alex/Darwin Bookstore AU (343) Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: Phryne/Jack Fake Married (588) Grand Total Fandoms: 3 Grand Total Stories: 23 Grand Total Word Count: 231,976* * I haven't written the transcription of this ficlet yet and I'm too lazy to do it right now, so it's not included in the total. Overall Thoughts: Well, this is a very different list than it's been for the past five years or so. The fandom switch aside, I didn't post any full stories until September, just a handful of tumblr ficlets. I also posted two things chapter-by-chapter, one as a WiP, which--wow, reminder that I NEVER WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN, it's far too stressful! The bulk of the words are all in the same verse, and I'm not even counting the words that I wrote and haven't posted yet, jeez. This stupid universe. I simultaneously hate and love it. Writing an epic WiP in a new fandom was really rough. I'm ultimately thrilled with the finished product--waiting until it was all finished made me redraft over and over again until things fit together the way I wanted. It left me space to go back and seed things that I wanted to develop as I went...I really think the finished product is way better than it would have been if I'd rushed and posted it before it was done. That all being said, gosh, it was lonely. It was so, so lonely, when writing epics usually involves a lot of bouncing ideas off of people and letting them read and suggest as I draft and really digging into the process, etc. There were a couple of people who popped in and out, but life and other interests got in the way (which makes sense considering this went on for NINE MONTHS), and, man, I missed being able to text and IM people will story ideas at all hours and feel confident that they'd be interested in what I had to say. (For all the texting I do, I am actually super shy about it? I'm super nervous about initiating unless I'm 100% positive I won't be bothering the other person, which limits my texting confidence to like, my back-up bunnies and Erica.) Anyway, that's all to say that this year was a very different experience, fandom writing-wise, but I think I learned a lot in the process so...hooray?
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? This year I think my main goal was "FINISH PART ONE OF THE GHOSTHUNTERS" without a specific word count attached, so I succeeded in that part? Knowing me, I probably wanted to crack 300k at least, and while I'm sure I WROTE over 300k this year, what I actually published is about on par with the last couple years, so. NUMBER wise, I think I imagined I'd have a greater output vis-a-vis completed stories, but a lot of the shit I wrote was on the longer side, so. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Hm. Well, there's a lot more porn in the ghosthunters than is in most of the fic I've written, traditionally, but nothing really shocking. Most of it was ghosthunters words, so...yeah. I guess the Angel/Raven was sliiiightly a surprise because I figured if I had to step in and write some SM pinch-hits it would be all Charles/Erik stuff, but I really liked that story and I have shipped that pairing for many years so....not super a surprise. What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? I loved a lot of the stories I wrote this year, because I'm super obsessed with myself. [[< -- I think I've kept that sentence in for the past few years because it remains true]] I really love most of the ghosthunters shit, but if I had to pick a favorite....idk, I'm torn between i saw the whole story unwind because it's so epic and took so long and I put so much into it and the constellations aligned, because it came so easily and I'm a total sap and it's a totally sappy story. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Sitting on the ghosthunters until the first part was complete was new. Like I said above, that kind of patience and planning was difficult, but I think the end product was much better for it. So what I learned is probably "sit on a story for a couple days after you finish." I've always tried to employ at least cursory beta readers and done read-throughs after finishing, but the slower approach does actually lead to a better product. IMAGINE THAT. My best story of this year: Best? Hm. It's hard to compare i saw the whole story unwind to anything else, given it's length and the breadth of subjects it covers, so I'd say probably that or but i won't go far away, which deals with a lot of intricate emotions and explanations. My most popular story of this year: Okay, see, I wrote two chaptered stories this year and chaptered stories totally throw off your stats. Hit counts, kudos count, comment count...all of that is inflated by repeatedly pushing those fics to the top of the tags and having people come back for each chapter and all of that. Still, I'm p sure that i saw the whole story unwind was the most popular story? And I think a lot of that can be attributed to the above facts and also to the fact that it's the oldest and the longest and the first in the series, but...I'm gonna go with it anyway. Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I don't know that any of them are! Again, probably because most of them are in the same series, but...yeah, I'm pretty happy with the response to everything. I remember thinking at the time that there was something weird going on with the hit count for but i won't go far away because the hits-to-kudos ratio was WAY off. There were way too many hits accumulating in the first couple days it was up, like, way more than usual, even though kudos were accumulating at the correct rate? It was strange. And I did feel like that one got slightly less attention than some of the others, but that might be a mind trick based on that weirdly inflated hit count. Most fun story to write: Hm, I got a kick out of doing the twitter ficlet, and I wrote the constellations aligned in basically one sitting, so. Story with the single sexiest moment: This is one of the few years I have a lot to choose from. I think John's slow, intoxicated seduction in the constellations aligned probably wins that award. Definitely sexier than the sweet and kind of goofy sex scene in i saw the whole story unwind or the contemplative one in but i won't go far away. Story with the single sweetest moment: Hmmmmmmmm. "Sweet" is kind of my whole deal, and I like to think there's a lot of sweetness in my stories overall. I'm going to choose i saw the whole story unwind for this one and pin the sweetest moment in question as either Alex and John driving up to Peekskill or the two of them talking after Alex's nightmare. Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Nothing really. Nothing cracky for me this year. Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I mean, this whole series has been a lesson in picking apart these characters and seeing how they tick. So. Hardest story to write: i saw the whole story unwind, for sure. Jesus, it took me forever to finish and I was entirely despairing during parts of it. Biggest Disappointment: Just that I didn't finish more, I think. Biggest Surprise: People actually getting so into the ghosthunters. I honestly didn't expect anyone to read any of these stories and to have a tiny group of people who seem to eagerly await each new part...it really warms my heart and makes me so happy. I can't overstate who wonderfully surprising that has been. Most Unintentionally Telling Story: I think there are a lot of places where I project pretty hard on John, or maybe it's that I use a lot of my own experiences to color some of his? We don't actually have much in common besides being gay and being depressed, and I'm older and (I hope) wiser, but, you know, mental illness is a deep well to mine for content. I'd also say I mine a lot of my Jersey shit for Herc and that Molly is the closest thing this series has to a Mary Sue. I'm not into science or math, but I am a cheerfully sarcastic fat brunette lesbian who spends a lot of time whining "why don't girls like me?" and as Opinions about pizza. Plans for the next year: I'm gonna say 300k published words next year. I'd like to post at least the next three ghosthunters anchor stories, maybe venture outside ghosthunters for Hamilton related shit? Pick up my MG novel again. Set a writing schedule and try to stick to it. Leave more comments. Try to put some more good in the world, because it's gonna be a shitty, shitty year.
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