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ribbononline · 29 days
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frye fits i might as well share since i doubt ill do anything w em
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trans-cuchulainn · 5 months
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i only recently learned that americans actually say "refrigerator" as standard. like, i saw it in books and stuff, but it always seemed formal and kind of old fashioned so i assumed it was just Book Language and didn't register it as an americanism. only recently found out youse are just... calling them that all the time. wild
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ariadne-mouse · 9 months
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the usual
Shadowgast, Rated G, 573 words, prompt: late night takeout
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"We should perhaps take a break."
"We are getting somewhere, though." Caleb stood and cracked his back. A topographic map of papers, open books, and component jars was laid out on the floor before them.
"We are," Essek agreed. "But if we keep going, it will be several more hours before we pause a second time, and I may begin chewing on parchment to sustain myself."
As if on cue, Caleb's stomach gave a loud gurgle. He ruefully put his hands on his middle. "Ach, you've woken the beast. Well. I suppose you are right. Do you have food here, or should we go out?"
Essek straightened his robes and neatened his hair with an effortless wave of Prestidigitation. "The night is warm. Let us walk. I know a place." He twisted a ring on his finger and his image shimmered, though to Caleb - who wore a second, matching ring - he still looked like himself.
("You know it is an Empire tradition to marry with an exchange of rings," Caleb had teased him, accepting the plain copper band. Only a Detect Magic would reveal it as enchanted. Essek had looked a little embarrassed, but shrugged it away. "I only wish for you to see me as I am. You don't have to take it." And Caleb, warmed, had put the ring directly on his finger and it had been there ever since.)
Caleb followed Essek through the streets of Nicodranas, which were not vacant even at this late hour, but peaceful and welcoming by the presence of others strolling by to enjoy the balmy air and the stars.
After twenty minutes of walking in companionable silence, they came to a storefront whose cheerful interior made it appear as a lantern in the dark. Steam and smoke fled the chimneys on the roof, and the clank of pots and pans and the murmur of people's voices from within broke the spell of nocturnal calm that wrapped around the rest of the city.
"The usual, please," Essek said to an attendant who opened a side window, releasing a billow of air fragrant with herbs and spices. "And... your special for today."
Twenty minutes more, and they were sat on a wooden bench nearby with cheap clay pots in hand, heavy with broth, vegetables, fresh seafood, and translucent rice noodles.
"Your usual," Caleb teased.
Essek raised his eyebrows and did not reply, as he was busy transferring a cascade of noodles into his mouth with chopsticks. They finally vanished with a less-than-dignified slurp. He patted his mouth with a handkerchief. "You have cilantro in your beard. And a bit of oil."
"Oh. Would you?" Caleb tilted his chin forward. Prestidigitation washed over him a moment later. The tingle of it continued down the back of his neck and to his collarbones. Caleb laughed. "I did not have soup all the way down to there, did I?"
Essek sniffed primly and busied himself with his next bite, humor tugging the corner of his mouth.
When they were done, the clay pots set aside to return to the bin at the back of the restaurant, they simply sat there for a long time, watching the passers-by on the street. The warm air wrapped around them, every so often carrying a hint of the sea. The stars glimmered above.
"This was a good idea," Caleb said, Essek's hand in his. He lifted it to brush his lips against the back of it.
Essek smiled. "I know."
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penandinkprincess · 1 year
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okay but really jaskier’s post-mountain revenge should have been spreading geralt’s original name after the witcher confessed it when he was super drunk one night 
no more white wolf for you, asshole 
have fun being geralt roger eric du haute-bellegarde everyfuckingwhere you go for the rest of your life
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b4kuch1n · 2 months
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took a mock ielts test today
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subject-044 · 4 months
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AH New Au!!
You know I couldn't resist thinking about a new Au. Story? Plot??? I actually don't know if this can be considered an AU..
For now we'll call it uhhhhh 'The Shift Au' until I think of a good name/write the story
CW for descriptions of child abuse
SO! The premise of this AU is that, the day after The Nerdy Prudes kill Max- he turns up.
But it's not the Max they know- he's nice?
He trots up to them, pulling Pete into a headlocks and asking them loudly how their mornings went. He's confused and hurt when their (very appropriate) reaction is
'OH MY GOD MAX JÄGERMAN AAAHH wait aren't you dead?'
Plot happens and The Nerds go about their day- with a newly acquired 6'2 jock/literal golden retriever trailing after them. On one hand- it's sweet. Max is helpful, and funny, and not the sharpest tool in the shed, basically a himbo. On the other, what the fuck?
They part ways and head home, confused- maybe Max falling had all been some group hallucination? There must have been some gas leak in the Old Waylon Place.
Max comes in the next day, shoulders hunched, Jacket pulled tight around himself, shaking. A huge, nasty bruise takes up most of the left side of his face and his lip is split. He looks to the Nerds- they were his friends, but they had seemed so uncomfortable yesterday.
Something something ghost Max something something plot happens
Yeah I don't have a lot of the story/lore planned out yet other than the general gist of 'Alternate Max gets pulled in to replace the Literal Monster after his death' but I will make more when I get home!!
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darubyprincx · 10 months
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pix if you're reading this or scrolling the tag or whatever, hi loved the finale you've really outdone yourself this season! worldbuilding and anthropology is a huge interest of mine as well, and it's been amazing watching you and the other emperors craft a pretty damn hefty and amazing sequel to empires s1. despite all the lore and the Copper King crumbs though my favorite part of the series has to have been Winchester the dodo. thank you for the he. also we are all looking at you like this
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- Sincerely,
Me and Probably Most Of The Rest of the Fandom
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darcyolsson · 3 months
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my desire to have the infernal devices turned into a tv show so i can experience the same story in a different way vs the knowledge that the second any tv exec gets their hands on that story they will simplify the love triangle in a way that will make it utterly unbearable to watch
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compacflt · 4 months
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took my two week break from opening any top gun-related word document. Was very relaxing. now starting to edit & repost chapters, in anticipation of printing out my final copy
every year-old typo i encounter makes me want to end it all i swear to GODDDD
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tshifty · 22 days
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natasha-in-space · 8 months
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One thing I noticed is just how... formal Jumin and V are with each other during the casual/deep story when compared to their interactions in another story. There's a sense of awkwardness that never really gets addressed by either of them, but that's what makes it realistic to me. Have you ever grown apart from your close friend over the years? Yeah, it looks just like this. They still care about one another, deeply and sincerely, but so many things are getting left unsaid, and they just keep piling up. It's easier to just not address them at all. Besides... you don't want to make your friend feel uncomfortable. Jumin respects Jihyun's privacy, almost to a fault. It's a shame his deep trust is not appreciated.
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starpros-sunshine · 29 days
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Thinking about the wataei exchange diary again....
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the-casbah-way · 1 month
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WHY is emailing potential supervisors so intimidating. like hey esteemed academic in the field i aspire to become qualified in do you want to put up with my stupid fucking research project. do you want me to plague you with emails for the next year. do you want me to ruin your fucking life you poor innocent soul ensnared by your duties to inarticulate sleep deprived classics students. god
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calamitys-child · 8 months
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I should be able to put "Come watch me" on my cv I just managed to turn two very angry customers who were fizzing about venue staff into happy friendly customers with their show tickets a gin and tonic and a well organised spreadsheet in hand and the information about who made a mistake how it happened and who to contact about it (coincidentally a different company entirely) and who became immediately convinced to be loyal returning customers in under five minutes. I'm not even a supervisor. This is why you should promote me. Don't make me interview my application should be allowed to simply be "check this shit out"
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writer-on-time · 1 year
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absolutely wild to have been dormant so long you've forgotten what your own style feels like to write
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thatone-churro · 4 months
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i was gonna make this addition to someone else’s post but it got longer than expected and i really didn’t wanna do that to them after they said they were done talking about it in regards to their own work.
i don’t know if “bugs” or “irks” are quite the right words for how i feel, but this take certainly does something of the sort to me.
i hate that the concept of “bury your gays” and its related discourses are so quickly applied to ALL queer media. it’s completely stripped of its original context/meaning and i know THAT irks me to no end.
personally, i’m of a mind that queers deserve media about them, about queers, and also about tragedy, death, murder, action and suspense, or whatever the occasion is. it can be about the queer cast while not having a happy ending, or without the cast being perfect.
“casually queer” is how i used to describe my personal project. yes, it’s blatantly and unapologetically queer, and that queerness is important, but it’s not the focus of the story. it’s not the point of the story. there’s still action, still adventure, still death, still tragedy. the cast isn’t perfect, some die, some are awful, some are “problematic,” even the queer cast. most things happen to the queer cast, because most of the major cast is queer.
i don’t understand the idea of condemning a work for “problematic queer characters” if it’s just a primarily queer work. you can’t have a queer story with no conflict or have realistic characters that are perfect. you want a queer story, but no, no, the queer characters can’t be problematic. and the problematic trait they describe is simply just. a character flaw exploited for the sake of the narrative. i don’t get it.
a queer story written for queers shouldn’t be perfect and pure. there should be “problematic” things. there should be tragedy. they shouldn’t have to be pure. they shouldn’t have to be perfect. they shouldn’t be shunned by the community they were created for because they told an otherwise typical story, except now it’s queer. queer stories, or any story, should be allowed to be complex. there should be nuance. not everything in it should be likable. that’s how a story works.
using my story as an example, again, my all-time favorite character and one of my main protagonists for a good chunk of it is a nonbinary lesbian on ace-spectrum. okay. cool. lots of rep there. but they’re heavily flawed. they kill. they have regrets. they make stupid decisions. they’re self-righteous. they’re terrified of being the bad guy yet end up the bad guy in many people’s views. they have one very violent motive. they love their family to such an extent that they’ll destroy anyone who lays a hand on them. they’re complex. they’re nuanced. they’re not always the good guy. that’s how a story is. if they were a perfect, pure, “perfect” character, there would be no story. no enjoyable story, at least.
what baffles me the most is when queer creators make these queer stories and suddenly they’re a bad queer because they killed one of their many queer characters, for instance. i’ll use my project once more for an example. say, remember that nonbinary ace lesbian from less than a paragraph ago? yeah, i ended up killing them at one point. their story was over and while it hurt me, too, it was a necessary step for the story. their story was over and i needed them to start the next chapter of the next protagonists’ story. but as a nonbinary ace lesbian myself, does that make me a “bad queer?” am i suddenly evil if i killed off my sapphic couple that got marrie in the first part because their story was over and there was no other way to move on their daughter’s story with them there? am i the asshole for killing one of my ace characters for a narrative purpose? am i not allowed to do certain things to my queer characters anymore if i don’t want to be a “bad queer?”
i guess these feelings boil down more to how strictly puritan culture and/or cancel culture and/or “problematic” culture has invaded the literary scene and how that impacts me, a queer writer. how are we supposed to tell these stories that people beg for if they are torn down and torn apart for the exact nuances they want? how are we supposed to create anything without relentless scorn or fear of being “cancelled” for thematic complexities? i don’t understand it.
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i realize my opinion on the subject is probably HEAVILY swayed by my own tastes and preferences and i have no idea where i’m going with this anymore and there’s not really an argument here anymore so really this whole thing can be taken with a grain of salt.
anyway, that’s my angry rant for the day. please don’t witch hunt me for it, thanks 🤞
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