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tallangrycockatiel · 20 hours
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WIP Whenever
Tagged by @goingsparebutwithprecision!
Uhh I currently have two named WIPs, and four which shall remain Untitled Documents until their names reveal themselves unto me. They're all Malevolent, both as in the podcast and my relationship with trying to write lately. Have the opening of "Untitled Document (Arthur Lester has a miserable time on a mountain edition)":
At first, Arthur assumed that he was still blind. His entire body seemed to have become one great cacophony of competing pains, surrounded on all sides by a piercing, biting cold; the two met somewhere in the back of his skull, where John's absence made a horrible, echoing emptiness. It made perfect sense to him that his brain had somehow processed all of this into a flood of stunning white. He floated in the frozen void between worlds.
And then he coughed, and raised his head, and saw the bright scarlet pooling on the snow underneath him.
Ah. Well, at least he knew which way was down.
tagging: @jonaldronaldrolkientolkien, @lowkeyed1, @horseboneologist
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tallangrycockatiel · 22 hours
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OKAY series of polls about sock preferences because i'm a curious autistic fuck:
(if you don't wear socks don't answer any of the other questions)
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A (very belated) birthday gift for @tallangrycockatiel from their lovely wife (seriously, Dani, you are a saint)!
I absolute loved the chance to depict one of my favorite scenes from Bel’s wonderful story All That is Mine to Me, All That is Yours to You. If you want to see these two dorks attempt normalcy while navigating separate bodies and emotions I can’t recommend it enough. The writing is snappy and enjoyable, the push and pull between John and Arthur is top notch (they are never not going to be that bickering married couple), and the reveal of later things left me excited to read what happened next. Do yourself a favor, check out the fic and don’t forget to leave a comment!
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tallangrycockatiel · 2 days
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How long has it been since Arthur got a decent night’s sleep? Was it the coma?
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tallangrycockatiel · 3 days
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tallangrycockatiel · 3 days
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making art is just like showering………can’t get up and do it, can’t stop when you’ve started. you want to crawl out of your skin if you don’t do it often enough. everything in the world is the exact same
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tallangrycockatiel · 3 days
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I'm starting a collection. Idk what the aesthetic is. Blorbocore
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tallangrycockatiel · 4 days
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gender euphoria is looking rly hot to other queer people and offputting to everyone else
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tallangrycockatiel · 5 days
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The Notorious is a replica 15th century caravel. The ship took ten years to build, made entirely from reclaimed timber. She was launched at Martins Point, Port Fairy, Victoria, Australia, on Monday, 7 February 2011.
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tallangrycockatiel · 5 days
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tallangrycockatiel · 5 days
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can you get that weird guy out of here please. I’m starting to feel a little bit flustered and i don’t want to confront & come to terms with that right now
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tallangrycockatiel · 6 days
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
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tallangrycockatiel · 7 days
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tallangrycockatiel · 7 days
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I dream of one day being able to craft characters as vividly and efficiently as Billy Joel in “Piano Man.”
Paul “the real-estate novelist”. Three words! That’s all we need to build a complete picture of this man’s personality and history. And then it just rounds out the picture with “never had time for a wife”.
And we don’t even pause a beat before jumping to the equally vivid tragedy of “Davy who’s still in the navy and probably will be for life.”
And these two are talking together! Because of course they are, these kindred souls stuck in their lives of mediocrity.
The whole song’s nothing but lightning-fast character sketches. The old man whose song is “sad and sweet and knew it complete when I wore a younger man’s clothes.”
John at the bar, so firmly established as cheerful and friendly and exuberant before the 180 turn to “Bill, I believe this is killing me.”
The waitress practicing politics.
Even the businessmen “sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it’s better than drinking alone.”
All these tiny little tragicomic figures gathered around a bar’s piano. Sketched in five minutes and thirty-nine seconds–and that’s counting the choruses and harmonica breaks.
I dunno, I just think about it every time I hear the song and think he deserves more credit for it.
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tallangrycockatiel · 7 days
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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??
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tallangrycockatiel · 7 days
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Do you ever start writing something that you’re excited about and that seems like it’s turning out well and that you’re getting eager to share, and then you start typing it up or doing an edit pass and it’s just awful it’s awful its premise is fundamentally flawed and it’s out of character and the prose is clunky and the plot is badly paced and ludicrous and the whole thing is embarrassing, how could you have done this, how could you have sunk so much time into this, you can’t even look at it, how is this that shining thing you were so excited about, how could you even have considered finishing it let alone sharing it with anyone, you’re crying, your mother is crying, nuns are spontaneously exploding in the streets,
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tallangrycockatiel · 7 days
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everyone agreeing with this tweet is so lucky because cell phones have absolutely been in my dreams, specifically DREAMS ABOUT TUMBLR DISCOURSE. I literally had a dream my mutuals made a callout for me i'm not fucking joking helppp
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