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I don't think I can finish my 30 days of drabbles. I'm completely burned out, this week has been exhausting, and I'm pretty sure I'm at risk of becoming terminally online.

I wrote 21 drabbles. Some of them I really like (Movement, Preliminaries, and Time), and some of them I had to force myself to post because they were so bad. But I did practice my writing, and I did get to a point where I was too tired to second-guess anything, so I'm calling this experiment a success.

#30 drabbles in 30 days #more like 21 drabbles in 30 days #but y'know. for the tags

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Btw Israel let Palestinians celebrate not one (1) holiday in peace. They didn’t grant Christian Palestinians access to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, they actively attacked families who were already starving at Iftar during Ramadan, and now there are several reports of families being killed on Eid al-Fitr—a sacred multi-day holiday practiced by lots of Arabs. It breaks my heart imagining the Palestinian families in Gaza right now, most of whom are spending Eid mourning loved ones who were taken by Israeli strikes. Most of us will never understand the sheer magnitude of that pain.

#palestine

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I posted about Palestine on social media for years with zero interaction. No one wanted to talk about it and it has always seemed too far removed for americans to give a shit about.

So again I just want to remind people, it's never been like this before (in the us). This movement has always been here, but they can no longer bury it.

The fact that protests and boycotts have been sustained for going-on 6months, that's not nothing. This should be evidence to you that we can sustain the momentum, we must, and use this momentum for radical changes within ourselves, our habits, and our education.

We have the rest of the world to catch up with.

#palestine

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I've admired @bayleedraws-sometimesx's beautiful work since I joined Tumblr, so when I saw she had opened emergency commissions, I knew I had to get one. Here are Trystan and Emma, probably holding hands in public while somehow still believing they're being discreet.

Thank you, Baylee! I absolutely love this 🥰

#trystan x emma #trystan x mc #trystan thorne #emma rose #crimes of passion #playchoices #by: bayleedraws-sometimesx #my commissions

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i highly recommend for women and girls to be intellectually curious and difficult to shame

#queue

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together again

imtura x elyon (she/her)

timelapse + stuff under the cut

their height is skewed for art purposes but realistically i envision their height difference like this ⬇️ lol

tags | @choicesficwriterscreations

#imtura x mc #blades of light and shadow #by: gaiuskamilah #oh 🥺 #this is so beautiful

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Oh, the lone dark seasons I have known, and still have yet to know.

~ Helaena C Moon

#words #queue

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tyril saying he trusts MC with his life while holding their hand over his heart is better than a confession

#babies #tyril x mc #blades of light and shadow

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I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands,

Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

#the reason i'm pretty much incapable of writing angst without a happy ending #words #anais nin #queue

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Trust me, it was my pleasure. I adore the windverse (and I was wary at first of a universe where Martin was so prevalent, you're a magician for making me grow to enjoy him), and I'm grateful to Elliott for letting me play with their characters! <3

Into the Wind-verse: a LoA Book 2 Rewrite Masterlist

Summary: Betrayal. One spanning decades, another recently unsurfaced. Follow the story of three different attorneys: Magnus Bishop (he/him), Enid Mendoza (she/her), and Wind Velez (he/she/they) as McGraw Byrne navigates its place in the world of law following the aftermath of Sadie McGraw's departure. Will the firm be able to stay afloat, or will a rival from the past leave them biting the dust?

last updated: 4/24/24

general tag(s):

into the windverse 📚

park & davis ⚖; p & d masterlist

Prelude: Martin's Rise Bonus scene set sometime in book 1, ch 16 of Laws of Attraction; Martin calls for an emergency meeting with the partners of McGraw Byrne. Memento Mori Based on a true story. Follow Wind Velez, attorney at law, as they come across one of their most unique cases of their career to date. How Magnus Became Partner Thea Vaughn became a household name after coming forward with allegations against her former boss, none other than Senator Austin Morris. Magnus Bishop, a head-strong, underappreciated junior associate at Jensen Legal, goes against the firm's wishes to take on her case. A New Start by @saibug1022 Magnus may have won the case, but he lost the job. Then, out of the blue, he receives one life-changing phone call from Wind Velez. Not My Birthday Set sometime before Magnus gets hired; Wind does their best to get through another birthday.

Feeding Schedule by @saibug1022 ft. Martin x Wind, Magnus Bishop; Wind asks Martin for a favor. Come Morning Light by @saibug1022 ft. Magnus x Marcus; Magnus comforts Marcus after he has a nightmare. Bad Liar by @saibug1022 ft. Magnus x Marcus, Wind Velez; Wind checks up on Magnus after he forgets to meet up with Marcus to do some work at the office. The MCAT ft. Enid Mendoza; Before Enid became a lawyer, she was a lost pre-med student. Dancing Queen ft. Enid Mendoza, Will Thomson, Zahir Saidi; Will and Zahir discover a very special dance video. That Place by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd ft. Wind Velez, Beau McGraw; In which Wind accepts that he does not like the firm's library anymore. Performance Review Files ft. Magnus Bishop, Enid Mendoza, Wind Velez; A collection of employee performance reviews (edits). The Breach by @saibug1022 ft Magnus x Marcus; In attempt to finally put his past to bed, Magnus returns to Westchester one last time to visit the strange forcing lurking in the woods he grew up in. But little does he know, nothing with the Power is ever that simple. High School AU ft. everyone; hcs of the gang in high school Preliminaries by @thosehallowedhalls ft. Wind x Martin; Martin finds himself watching Wind. Again.

Music 🎧: Enid's Playlist | Magnus' Playlist | Wind's Playlist

all artwork seen above was made by the wonderfully talented @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 🖤

complete windverse art masterlist here

#fic comments #sort of #lovely things

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I almost pulled a muscle laughing at great googly moogly xD

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! I was surprised by how very much I enjoyed writing Martin (but not the least bit surprised by how much I enjoyed writing Wind).

Preliminaries

Book: Laws of Attraction

Pairing: Martin Vanderweil x Wind Velez (Genderqueer!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~550

Summary: Martin finds himself watching Wind. Again.

A/N: For @oh-so-youre-a-nerd. Thank you for letting me borrow Martin and Wind! Drabble 20 of my 30 days of drabbles.

He’s staring again.

Martin sips his drink, an abysmal bourbon that makes him question the Brass Monkey’s standards for the thousandth time. His eyes linger on the table of senior associates, passing over Gigi and Beau in the middle of a drinking game, over an amused Aislinn… and coming to rest on Wind.

He’s lost track of how often his eyes wandered her way tonight. She’s peeling the label off her beer bottle, his beaded bracelet peeking out under his blazer and glinting under the dim light. A smile lights up his face in a way that causes a low tug in Martin’s stomach.

Reluctantly, he looks away. He can’t keep doing this. They’re a colleague, for God’s sake. Worse, a subordinate. It would be the height of unprofessionalism to become involved with a subordinate, especially so soon after making senior partner. He won’t give Eli, Linda, and Reggie any reason to question whether they made a mistake making him partner. His career comes first. It always has, it always will.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice says to his right. He starts, his drink sloshing over the glass.

“Good lord. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Not in front of these many witnesses, no. But I won’t say I’m not enjoying this. Here.” He plucks a few paper napkins and hands it to him.

“Thanks. I guess. What are you doing here?”

Wind jerks his chin towards the rows of bottles on the counter. “My beer was a casualty of Gigi’s competitiveness, and the waiters are up to their eyeballs in orders. Figured it’d be easier to come get my own drink.”

“Perhaps you should consider it a sign to stop drinking tonight. You know I won’t be giving you any leeway if you show up to work nursing a hangover.”

She snorts. “Please. Like I can’t handle a couple of beers.”

“Are you sure it’s only a couple? I saw the little drinking game you and the others had going on.”

“Ooh, were you watching me?” They laugh. “Come on, you know me well enough by now to know I don’t go to work hungover. Ever.”

He does know that. Wind’s work ethic was the first thing he liked… noticed, he corrects, the first thing he noticed… about them. But that’s not the part that stands up to him now.

“I most certainly was not watching you. I just... happened to glance at the table, that’s all.”

“You know you could join us, right?”

Martin snorts. “I believe the others would skin you for suggesting such a thing.”

“Of course not!” He protests, but a small smile curls his lips. “Torture me at worst.”

“Well, you’re safe. I can’t socialize with associates outside of work. It would be… inappropriate now that I’m a senior partner.”

“Suit yourself.” Wind gestures to the bartender for another beer. “See you at work tomorrow?”

He nods. “Goodnight, Wind.”

They give a little salute. “’Night, Marty.”

She strolls back to his table, exchanging casual greetings with other regular patrons. Martin watches them, almost against his will, drinking in the relaxed confidence, the simple kindness. The way she is… Wind. Just Wind.

Just Wind, he thinks with a snort.  There is no “just” about Wind. That’s the problem.

That’s always been the problem.

#fic comments #aces-and-angels

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Isn't she? I love them so much.

Thank you for reading and sharing!

A Stagger in the Woods

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 572

Summary: Mal had a little too much to drink. It's up to Daenarya to help him make his way through the woods.

A/N: For @storyofmychoices. You didn't think we were done, did you? If you're going to devote your time to put this event together, you should get a second gift. It's only fair, my friend. @choicesfandomappreciation

Shoutout to @dutifullynuttywitch, who helped me pinpoint what was wrong with this story, and even gave me one of the lines outright. You're amazing.

The moon hangs low in the sky, its red-white glow granting the night an ethereal feel. In the woods beneath, two figures lean on each other, hands clutching and grasping, their faces close enough to kiss.

It would be more romantic if they were leaning on one another out of desire instead of necessity.

“An earthquake!” Mal exclaims, his head swinging wildly. “Quick, kit, take cover!”

Daenarya barely manages to catch him before he sends them both tumbling to the ground. She doesn’t even attempt to contain the bubble of laughter tickling her throat. “It’s not an earthquake, Mal. It’s the result of one too many glasses of ale.”

“Why Kit, I never!” Indignant, he jabs a finger. He nearly takes her eye out. “I am insulted. Offended. No, appalled at your insinuation.” She captures his finger, giving it a playful nip and a quick kiss, all the while giggling at her foolish rogue.

“Not so much an insinuation as an expression of fact, Your Magnificence. I did tell you to pace yourself.”

“But it was a ce-celebration!” He hiccups. “We made it out of the Deadwood! We had to commemorate the occasion!”

She pats his shoulder a little too hard. “That doesn’t mean you and Imtura had to challenge each other to see who could, er, commemorate more.”

He laughs uproariously, then comes to an abrupt stop before turning in a circle. Daenarya stumbles. “Where is Imtura?”

“Probably giving Tyril as much trouble as you’re giving me.”

“But we never reached a consainsos… conshensus… con-sen-sus,” he corrects, slurring over each syllable. “Who won? Who lost? Call her back!”

He extricates himself from her grasp and stomps forward. “Imtura! Imty! Imtura!”

She rushes over and wraps an arm around his waist. “It was a tie.”

“Well, that won’t do. The loser was supposed to buy the winner the first drink once we took down the Shadow Court!”

“You can buy each other a drink,” she suggests.

“That’s no fun at all,” he protests before brightening right up again. “Oh! We could try again tomorrow.”

Daenarya lets her head fall against his shoulder. “Please, for the love of all the Old and New Gods, don’t.”

His expression falters, and his eyes take on the sheen of a wounded doe. “Am I… Am I annoying you, kit?”

“Half of me,” she admits cheerfully. “The other half is giggling madly.”

“Oh, that’s okay then.” Mal smiles his drunken grin again. “I love it when you giggle. And laugh. And snort.”

“You love it when I snort?”

“Because you’re happy, see.” He waves his hands in the air. “’Tis like this: you don’t laugh enough. And you think I can’t tell when you cry yourself to sleep.”

“Mal…”

“But now you’re gigglin’. Or half of you is.”

Moved, she presses a tender kiss to his cheek. “You make me smile as much as I possibly can under these circumstances. Once we find Kade? It’s going to be all smiles from there.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to be stung by a Drakna.”

He tries to kiss her and misses by about five inches. “Hey, where did your lips go?”

“They’re still in the same place.”

“But I couldn’t find them!”

“I’ll help you find them tomorrow. As long as you no longer reek of ale.”

He gives a put-upon sigh. “Guess I’ll have to skip challenging Imtura again, then. All for a good cause.”

"She captures his finger, giving it a playful nip and a quick kiss, all the while giggling at her foolish rogue" came straight from @dutifullynuttywitch's fabulously talented mind.

#fic comments #cadybear420

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What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber. — Guillermo Del Toro, from The Devil's Backbone

DETECTIVE MILENA TEODORA ROSA | CRIMES OF PASSION

#milena teodora rosa #crimes of passion #by: coffeewithcutcaffeine #queue

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come with me ,let's lie on the old wooden floors,read the secret history accompanied with taking sips of black tea at intervals.

#dark academia #queue

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wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

#lmao #not all the time but... sometimes

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I've been trying to write Emma's birthday drabble for days, but every time I sit down at my laptop, angst comes out. I may have to write an angsty birthday drabble today and a happier fic after the actual date.

#30 drabbles in 30 days #i honestly don't recognize myself

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I love learning about your MCs and OCs. If I follow you and you haven't received an ask from me about them yet, the odds are not insignificant that you will at some point.

#i also love how we start from the same base material and develop such different characters #rambles