#lazaefair

[starlightthemes]

I’m using your AO3 theme and I adore it! However, I just discovered a bug where a really long unbroken text string in a post will stretch the post body out, and therefore all other posts on the page are also stretched out.

The post: https://lazaefair.tumblr.com/post/710364197610012672/why-do-you-write-so-many-fics-about-characters-who

The post in a page of posts: https://lazaefair.tumblr.com/tagged/purity%20culture

The post in Tumblr view, which breaks the text string up with hyphens: https://www.tumblr.com/lazaefair/710364197610012672/why-do-you-write-so-many-fics-about-characters-who

If you don’t have the time to work on this, it’s fine! I’m poking around the code myself. But I figured I’d let you know.

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thanks for pointing this out! i tried patching it earlier today so hopefully that shouldn’t be an issue anymore :-)

#submission #code help #theme 11 #lazaefair

[lazaefair]

Inspired by Discord, here are two RoyJamie icons. Feel free to take and use.

#roymie #roy/jamie #jamie/roy #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #brett goldstein #phil dunster #by lazaefair: graphics

[zairaalbereo]

I’ve got you.

For the prompt “protective”.

Does this still count as a doodle? Somehow it managed to break containment and ran away with me, but the prompt just hit a nerve, and I wanted to try doing it justice.

Thank you @lazaefair for the lovely prompt! 💕

#the old guard #tog fanart #kaysanova #immortal husbands #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #joe/nicky #the old guard art #prompt fill #doodleZ #my art

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

Happy New Year! It's the first week of January, and V and Emily are exploring the effects of LiveJournal's sale to SixApart Media on January 4, 2005. Fandom is an eternal wanderer, forever losing its homes on the internet. Was this sale the harbinger of things to come? How did updates to LJ's terms of use affect fandom and fanfiction? Will fandom ever find a forever-home online?

This Week In Fandom History is a new fandom-centric podcast that tells you... what happened this week in fandom history!

Co-hosted by V @aimmyarrowshigh (I Met You On LJ) and Emily @idontgettechnology (I Ship It) and edited by Laz @lazaefair, This Week In Fandom History celebrates fandom culture's highest highs and weirdest lows.

With which short-lived vampire cop drama was the very first X-Files fic crossed over? Who is Tara Gilesbie? How recently did the Starsky & Hutch Lending Library rent out its last zine? What were Strikethrough, Racefail, LGBTFansDeserveBetter, and Conchobar, anyway?

V and Emily trade off some deep-internet research each week to learn and laugh (and sometimes rage) their way through the annals (heh) of fandom history. Come join us!

#fandom #fanfiction #fandom podcast #this week in fandom history #livejournal #sixapart #fandom history #Spotify

[andrea-lyn]

Tagged by @lazaefair (ty!) for the:

Get to know you better

Relationship Status: Perpetually (by choice) single

Favorite Colors: Blue & Green

Three Favorite Foods: Pretzels (of the soft and baked variety), good Italian pizza, and perogies

Song Stuck in My Head: Blame My Ex, by the Beaches (bc I figured out a plot for a fic for this song)

Last Song I Listened To: Something off Hozier's Unreal Unearth album

Last Thing I Googled: Something work-related to my new job re: discount program

Time: Mid afternoon

Dream Trip: There's a few rattling around my brain at all times and I am hindered by cost:

2 weeks in the Galapagos Islands

Antarctica in depth

2 months in New Zealand & Australia (a return to NZ, plus new stuff)

Anything I Really Want Right Now: I want tomorrow to be here so I can go to new job and start addressing fear of unknowns bit by bit

Tagging @sulkybender, @insidious-intent, @queermil @rainehunting @project-pleiades

#meme

[astrabear]

tagged by @lazaefair. Thank you!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

All of these are for The Old Guard, of course.

The Bronze Age When Lykon first joined them, he made her feel inexplicably old. "Like a grouchy old cat," Quỳnh would tease her, "that just wants to lie by the fire, but the kitten always wants to play."

Hay más tiempo que vida (There is more time than life) Lupe hummed disapprovingly. "Well I want to be with Checho after I die." She poked Andy. "Isn't there someone you want to be with?" "If there is, I won’t find them in heaven, Lupe."

I'll Meet You There They’re lying flat, not looking at each other, but Nicky’s sure he can read Joe’s expression just from how the air moves between them. Joe looks delighted and a little bit wicked.

I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die She turned and saw Andy sitting rigid, her eyes wide and her knuckles white where she held the reins. She was… a wave of nausea rolled over Nile, and she heard Quỳnh gasp when she saw it too. Andy was scared.

Ảo Tưởng "Nile, I'm hurt." He gives her a look so wide-eyed, so innocent, so sincere, that she legitimately feels bad for a moment before she snaps out of it. She wonders how long it took for Nicky to build up an immunity; longer than she's had yet, for sure. (She will learn later that he still hasn't.)

Finders Keepers For five hundred years she'd hammered her rage and terror against unmoving iron, and now she was surrounded by breakable objects and vulnerable people. No wonder she only felt safe around him.

My labor and my leisure too "That animal need," said Joe. "Wanting more, always more. Of life, of feeling, of the people you love. You'd think it would be sated after living so long, but you just get more things you want to keep doing."

when everything that dies shall rise “Not on purpose. I know you wouldn’t on purpose. But that’s just life. We’ll hurt each other, and we won’t mean to, and we’ll feel bad but we’ll survive.”

Coppice Quỳnh stands smiling in the doorway, and something about her posture, the angle of her head, hits Andy like a punch. This isn’t the woman who was thrown into the ocean; that woman is gone. But so is the woman who watched her go.

Tabula Stritta The feelings rush through him, into his mouth and his hands and his gut and the vein throbbing in his temple, but –  maybe –  those feelings aren’t all he is.

I don't have 10 writer buddies with 10+ works to tag. But I'll go with @beepbeepsan, @bewires, @raedear, @isabellehemlock, @flawlessassholes, @ongreenergrasses, @berrysphase and @werebearbearbar

#my fic #tag game

[jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s]

rules: list 9 favorite books of 2023 or 9 books on your TBR list for 2024

I was tagged by @teddywesworl but I don't think I remember all the books I read in 2023 and I also don't have 9 books on my TBR so let's split things semi-evenly.

Faves of 2023:

And my TBR for 2024:

And what I am currently reading:

bro this post is soooooooooo long anyway I am tagging @kavinskysdick @posttentiousss @saintofbeasts @shiromiracles

@lazaefair @stroebe2 @kali @joasakura and @martythegirl

but like not in a pressure way just if u want to idk hit me with 9 reading materials of past or future w/e

#long post #meme

[hellolittleogre]

Writing Patterns (tag game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @iwritesometimes Thank you this was so much fun!Ten fics is a good long way back, the oldest of these were posted in 2021.

It was little known, and hardly at all marked in the annals of Gondor, for all that it was etched with remarkable clarity in Aragorn’s memory, that for three short, yet terrifying, hours the hobbit Peregrin Took had held full sway of the seating chart for the King’s wedding (Lord of the rings, Gen)

2. Billy had been nursing his slug of whiskey in the saloon long enough that it had grown warm from his hands as he turned the glass round and round (The Magnificent Seven (2016), Billy/Goody)

3. ”But why do I have to come?” Johnny whines from the backseat like a five-year old, as if going to a Christmas party with free booze was some sort of unimaginable hardship just because it required a button down, but Amanda could ask herself the same question (unfinished Kobra Kai fic from Morgue files)

4. Barak’s quarters in the Rivan citadel were large and comfortable, they were close to Anheg’s as befitted the Earl of Trellheim and the king’s cousin (The Belgariad, NSFW, Silk/Barak)

5. “Do you have your hat, and your allergy pills? And hand sanitizer in those tiny little bottles?” (Glass Onion, NSFW, Benoit Blanc/Phillip Blanc)

6. “You are bringing Lan Wangji to Vulcan for Christmas?” Jiang Cheng said, pausing with his glass of juice halfway to his mouth. (The Untamed X Star Trek, Lan Zhan/Wei Ying NSFW)

7. After their midnight revelations Billy had optimistically imagined that as soon as Sam had closed the door behind him he and Goody fall on each other like those insufferable couples at airports, or possibly wolves at the zoo feeding time (The Magnificent Seven (2016) Billy/Goodnight).

8. Once the dust had settled and humanity had come to the conclusion that, by and large, it had survived there had been months of celebrations, galas and press tours (Pacific Rim, Herrman Gottleib/Newton Geiszler)

9. The first time it happens it's on the boat, in the confusion of the shark returning, the noise of the barrels thumbing against the hull and water rushing in and everyone running around (Jaws, Martin Brody/Matt Hooper).

10. Ward spends the fall holiday on New Penzance. (Moonrise Kingdom, Scoutmaster Ward/Sharp).

I dont really know if I can see a pattern, I would say that since I am pretty much a situational comedy writer I tend to start with the set up for the situation as soon as possible. In four the whole premise of the fic is in the first sentence so I guess I start with exposition and when I have the table set so to speak its easier to get off the ground.

I tag: @poemsingreenink @thesummoningdark @lazaefair @fontainebleau22

#writing #tag game #ten first lines #the magnificent seven #star trek #the untamed #jaws #glass onion #moonrise kingdom #the belgariad

[avi17]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)

Tagged by: @northstarfan

He doesn't go home. He can't, not looking like this. The black eye he could explain away to Maya Auntie- bullies maybe (though then she'd demand to know who), or even just clumsiness. It's part of being Spiderman, having to let her think that he's suddenly become a klutz and scold him accordingly- laughing off the 'mysterious' aches and bruises, pretending a broken ankle is just a sprain so she won't be baffled by how fast it's good as new again. He wishes sometimes that he could tell her, could just let her hold him and pour out every messed up thing he's been through in the last year, even though he knows all too well why all of them have to keep their loved ones in the dark. But the gouges in his palms are deep- so deep that his fingers feel tingly and wrong- and still sluggishly bleeding. There's no hiding them, not without avoiding her in a way that would make her even more suspicious. They'll heal at least to presentability in a day or two. He'll call.

Tagging (no pressure) @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat @wyrm-mlm @doomhamster @melandrops @chaos-and-sparkles @hydranomago @noccolibroccoli @littlethingwithfeathers @lazaefair (okay these always say tag for the amount of words and that is always impossible so idk, anyone else who wants to play)

#wip meme #pavitr prabhakar #across the spiderverse #chaipunk #goldenpunk #not in this bit but like. it is xD #tag meme #these memes are never actually one line okay 😂

[non-un-topo]

Tagged by @lazaefair. Thank you!!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I picked some favourites, but also some lesser known/read ones (all TOG, in order of most recent upload)

Jericho, My Moon

A black stallion is joined by his red twin. They bracket Nicolò, circle him. Their proud riders wear helmets of silver moonlight.

all things pass into the night

They’d found Joe and Andy under a white strobe light, facing each other this time and tossing their heads and hair as they danced. Joe reeled Nicky in by his belt loop and without even having to think, Booker used his tall body as a blockade between the two nose-rubbing, hip-grinding men and some of the crowd, downing his beer. Then again, wouldn’t have it been fun to have had to beat someone up that night? Booker hadn’t been presented with the opportunity, and before long he’d flown to the full toilets and dumped his guts onto the floor.

Axis

The spectre does not move. The fur does not even seem to breathe. It is as if the wind can’t touch it, there in its hiding place. It is fur, Nicolò can see that clearly now. Though of what animal, he cannot discern. A thought occurs to him, then. Perhaps this creature is a guardian of the forest. Perhaps he has angered it.

The Falconer

“You cannot startle me like that, with her here,” he said, and realized how impressively he was failing at sounding authoritative. “In fairness, Nico,” began Andromache, tipping far enough back in the chair Nicolò could already picture her falling and pretending she hadn’t, “how were we supposed to know you’d adopted a feral bird?”

Heard a Joke Once

De Marchi was flattered at the praise, exactly what Sébastien had counted on. Flattery was one thing an artist could simply never resist, no matter their false modesty. Sébastien would know.

Young Man's Game

His mother hummed flatly, which raised the hairs on Yusuf’s head, but she thankfully let him be. For a moment. “Have you put any more thought into Gamila?” she then asked, which was honestly worse.

My brother spits blood.

But before Booker can say anything, Nicky pulls out a key and says, “Come in and get cleaned up. I’ll make you some tea. When Joe comes home, we will see if we can reach Andy.” Wordlessly, and suddenly feeling the weight of the previous night on his shoulders, Booker steps in after him and breathes in the familiar scents of spices and herbs, gun oil and linen.

Primavera

“Can I come with you,” Nicolò asks without preamble. He grips his seat on either side of his thighs as he leans closer to the table. His uncle dazzles him with a fond smile, a proud smile. “Perhaps when you are older. If you go now, who will protect the goats from hungry giants?”

la mer a bercé mon coeur pour la vie

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” Joe jokes. Andy laughs to lighten the mood, but she squeezes his arm in reassurance.

Tangerine and Roc

The nightmare returned to Yusuf that night. He stayed awake as long as his body willed it, but inevitably gave into exhaustion at some point deep in the night. He gasped awake, sweaty and shaken by visions of the gnarled beak, his family jumping in. His hand instinctively sought out Nicolò beside him, who remained in his deep, unmoving sleep.

Probably double-tagging a lot of people buuuut I'm tagging @maddielle @captainshakespear @babygirlyusuf @nicolos @the73rdpostscript and @knoepfchen

#thank you friend ;w; this was fun and i really needed a distraction today #cringing so hard at myself though. the self-esteem is in the GROUND today #it is interesting to see where the plot was at at the mid-point of my longer fics! i tend to take a long time with my endings #also i didn't realize just how much i've written from nicky's pov ugh i really thought i'd given all characters roughly equal treatment #he's fun to wriiiiite #god i miss writing #sage writes

[lazaefair]

"Go to Plan E," the Scythian's voice crackled over their earpieces as they piled into the elevator.

"How many plans do you have?" Nile muttered as she hastily stripped out of her form-fitting cat burglar suit and threw on a button-down shirt and slacks. "What's Plan M?"

"Al-Kaysani dies in Plan M."

"I like Plan M," di Genova said, glaring across the small space at al-Kaysani, who glared right back.

"Boys," Nile said, then waved her hand in front of di Genova's face when that didn't work. "Boys! You can fuck it out later. Plan E. Come on."

#the old guard #kaysanova #by lazaefair

[berrysphase]

tagged by @lazaefair and @astrabear. Thank you! I have been absolutely steamrollered by work recently, and it is nice to know that people still remember I occasionally write fic.

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness (The Old Guard, Joe/Nicky, Quynh, Andy)

"You didn't like the chestnuts," Nicolò murmured later. He was solid and warm against Yusuf, and their blankets were cozy, and Yusuf was starting to feel less grouchy about the lurking prospect of winter.

In some coming wind (The Old Guard, Joe/Nicky)

(I don't know why but this one has always been so hard to pick lines from. they all look flat to me when taken out. idk. this is from pretty close to halfway through chapter two)

"Sawda," Nicolò said, with the kind of relentless gentleness it was hard to turn aside, and Yusuf said, "We spent six weeks on the road because you asked for help. Don't tell us we cannot help you now."

cardinality (The Old Guard, ensemble gen)

"It's how I do, anyway," Josef said, bright eyes very sincere in the fading light. "Life by life, how else would you make the measure of man?"

How else? How else -- Sebastien knew plenty of safe, everyday ways to measure men. His -- he didn't know what to call them, his comrades in arms, he supposed -- they did not do too badly for dinner companions, now that they weren't awkwardly shifting around in their chairs and avoiding his wife's eyes.

A friend indeed (Silmarillion, Fingon/Maedhros)

"Oh -- politics!" Findekáno said, frustrated and dismayed. It was an unexpected sting, that Maitimo still felt the need to walk so carefully around their grandfather with him. "I came to you as a friend, I absolve you of politics."

Where there's smoke (The Old Guard meets Cadfael)

Startled, Cadfael glanced up, and was taken aback by the sheer fury in Nicolò's face.

"Ah," said Cadfael, and shifted Wadih so that his full weight fell onto Nicolò.

Across so wide a sea (Silmarillion, Finrod & Galadriel)

It was a perilous vision and very fair, and it had pulled at him, as if Artanis had caught his own breath up in it; and he did not know whether this was part of her art, or because he too had dreamt, from time to time, of greater glories than what might come to him in gentle summer days. But those were dreams, and he had never once thought of leaving.

A story for twilight (Silmarillion, Maedhros & Finarfin)

"Since we find," he was saying, "that this is the only way we can give our swords to their cause, which yet was first our own."

Fimbulwinter (Der Ring Das Nibelungen, Sieglinde)

"Traveller, I have not met your like," said the giantess. "You are dead, but not newly; you are mortal, but you stink of the gods."

"I had not thought," Sieglinde said, "that your mistress was choosy."

"It is true: death, fast or slow, is remorseless, and gods fall even as mortals do. Yet those whom the gods love seldom come up this road. State your name and business, or linger until you can."

The veins of a leaf (Les Mis, Grantaire & Combeferre, very very AU)

Sunlight woke her. She made a noise and rolled away, and sat up abruptly when she remembered it was not her bed. Sun streamed in through the open window, sun and with it the scent of grass, and the noisy morning argument of birds asserting their territory to the far corners of the world. Hyeon-su had already gone, and the duvet on his side of the bed was pulled neatly up.

A previous near-miss with history (Les Mis, Marius & Courfeyrac)

"Mmm," said Marius, with muddy, uncharitable reluctance. Prouvaire carelessly threw out in conversation the kind of lines that Marius had to stay up late at night to assemble painstakingly from pieces, and glowed with purpose besides; talking to him left Marius feeling wan and clumsy. Marius touched the coins in his pocket again, thinking, this, this is mine, I earned this with the fruit of my own thought; and said, impulsively, "But, Bossuet, Courfeyrac, forgive me, I couldn't help overhearing -- were you in need of money?"

As usual I am doing memes late and am not sure who would like to be tagged who hasn't been: here are some tags, if you want to play @robertawickham @circumference-pie @artificialities @undercat-overdog @clothonono

#i feel like my fic for hugo and tolkien was better written but #man #i also spend a lot more time second-guessing myself when writing in those fandoms #also lbh i used to have a lot more spare time #memeage

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

Coming on January 1, 2023...

This Week In Fandom History, a new fandom-centric podcast that tells you... what happened this week in fandom history!

Co-hosted by V @aimmyarrowshigh (I Met You On LJ) and Emily @idontgettechnology (I Ship It) and edited by Laz @lazaefair, This Week In Fandom History celebrates fandom culture's highest highs and weirdest lows.

With which short-lived vampire cop drama was the very first X-Files fic crossed over? Who is Tara Gilesbie? How recently did the Starsky & Hutch Lending Library rent out its last zine? What were Strikethrough, Racefail, LGBTFansDeserveBetter, and Conchobar, anyway?

V and Emily trade off some deep-internet research each week to learn and laugh (and sometimes rage) their way through the annals (heh) of fandom history. Come join us!

Follow at @thisweekinfandomhistory on Tumblr for updates as we get closer to the show's release, and on January 1st you can join us on your favorite podcatcher!

#fandom #fandom podcast #fandom history #fan history

[tailoredshirt]

Please help decorate my digital Christmas tree!

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Thank you @first-kanaphan @reyesstrand @sznofthesticks @pragmatic-optimist @firstprince-history-huh @sharpayandryan @chaotictarlos for tagging me!

I'll tag a few others, but you can also link me if you do it or have already done it. (I might've already rb'd you, I have a bad memory.) @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @lonestardust @reasonandfaithinharmony @carlos-in-glasses @ladytessa74 @heartstringsduet @ladymonstrous @thekristen999 @neojena @paperstorm @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @dotsunflowers @birdclowns @herefortarlos @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whenshereads @bonheur-cafe @belgianfry @lazaefair @lemonlyman-dotcom @lutavero @carlos-tk @lightningboltreader @cobbbvanth @eddiediaaz @lucydonato @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @inkweedandlizards @detective-giggles @mooshkat @safeashousespdf @kittykittyhunter @orchidscript @actual-sleeping-beauty @longhornletters @a-l-ias @naomisnagata @guardian-angle22 @spaghett-onaplate

#usertailoredshirt #deco my tree

[babygirlyusuf]

tagged by @lazaefair @non-un-topo & @nicolos ! thank you friends <333

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

i have almost 40 fics posted on ao3 so i just picked every 4th one! also wow i completely forgot that i wrote some of these... and i love all of them!! the last one is just a fic i'm fond of <3

restless

He smiles back. “You deal first.” She does, silently. As he picks up his cards and starts to arrange his hand, she says, “I’m not upset about anything, in particular. Not sad, really. I just felt… lonely, I guess. All of a sudden. Which is silly, in a houseful of people.” Nicky admires her for how self-aware she is.

i know your beat, baby

“All for you,” Joe managed to get out. “Yeah? S’all for me?” Nicky breathed, ghosting his fingers over where Joe’s nipples barely showed through the fabric. “You all for me, sweetheart?”

the rest is memory — (written in collab!)

Ciro’s kids, Julie and Oliver, finally get bored of chucking freezing slush at each other. They light up when they see Nicky and their smiles get even wider when they spot the pastry box under his arm. They barrel into Nicky’s legs with delighted shouts of, “Uncle Nico! What did you bring us?”

i'll choose tenderness (and you)

Joe smirks, and gets up off his stool and — there’s no other word for it — saunters over to where Nicky is standing in the doorway. There’s a soft swell to his stomach that’s only recently come about (Nicky went soft around the middle much sooner). Nicky’s a little obsessed with it, how it shows how comfortable they are and how long they’ve been this comfortable. 

besotted

Joe waited until he got down to the street before burying his face in his hands and letting out a resounding, “Fuck.” Booker was wrong— Joe was worse than pathetic. He was an idiot. Who went around kissing their friends like that? Joe apparently, unable to keep his feelings in check. 

love, for you

“Yusuf,” Hanif says, “I’m not sure we’re looking for the same thing. I don’t tend to do—” he gestures between them, “— this with the same person, often. I thought you were going back to Mahdia soon, so I thought you understood.” Yusuf’s throat and chest suddenly feel tight. All the lightness he’d been experiencing only a moment ago flees from his body, leaving a sense of dread and realization in its wake. 

only our love

Nicky can’t take it a moment longer. He strides forward and wraps his arms around Joe’s waist, pressing in as close as he can to the curve of Joe’s back. His hands slip under Joe’s sweater to palm the softness of Joe’s stomach, to squeeze a little tighter. Joe barely startles, just leans back into him. “Nico. You’re up.”

found you instead

What Joe likes even more is their conversation afterwards. He’d expected Nicky to want to leave right away like most guys he met on the app, but Nicky cuddles up to him afterwards and asks Joe thoughtful questions about himself.  He’s a much better conversationalist than he’d been on the app.

there is no space left uncovered

“Good?”  Nicky finishes chewing too. He tastes the warmth of cumin, the bite of chillies, and the familiar sweetness of Joe’s lips. He brushes their noses together, then kisses the freckle that adorns the apple of Joe’s cheek. “Good.”

the one who waits

“Good night, Nicolò.” Nicolò turns away, and Yusuf catches him by the arm. Nicolò looks down at the points where they’re touching. Yusuf drops his arm. “You can call me Yusuf. When we’re alone.” Nicolò nods, biting his bottom lip. “Good night, Yusuf.”

tagging (and probs double tagging): @nicelytousled @werebearbearbar @aphroditestummyrolls @knoepfchen

#shini.txt #i loved going back through all these...

[andrea-lyn]

Big thanks to @knoepfchen for the tag, bc I have been jonesing for some memes:

last song: been repeating formentera ii a lot, and days of oblivion specifically (metric), so that's probably the last thing

currently reading: somehow still in the middle of interesting times even though I probably should have finished it in november, but you know...life.

last film: in theatres - next goal wins. otherwise - my parents watched barbie for the first time and I enjoyed a rewatch.

currently watching: just started watching ms. marvel after fast-forwarding through the disappointment that was outer range (so much I should have liked in the premie! and yet, so bad!) and also, yonderland (pep pep pep!)

currently craving: new knees :(

currently consuming: just finished some graham crackers

three ships: let's go with ones I've been thinking about lately - michael/alex from roswell new mexico, spones, and joe/nicky

first ship: honestly can't even remember at this point, but honestly? probably piper/leo from charmed

favourite colour: green, with days of veering into blue

currently working on: just finished up a fic about joe/nicky being unsuspecting henchmen, and then it's focusing on a few others, with highlights being Zukka fake marriage, Zukka timeloops, Zukka time travel, and then some divorced Roy/Jamie, and an AU bc all I wanted was to use a Yonderland quote as inspiration. some other stuff in there too, but hey, I finished a thing

tagging @el-gilliath @christchex @bestillmyslashyheart @lazaefair @nielrian @nikomaria and anyone else who wants to steal it

#meme