I have over a thousand fics on AO3 and I’ve been posting fic for a decade and change now, but sometimes it’s stilleverything I can do not to panic-delete 325k of work just because I’m afraid people might not like it.
New writers starting out, take note: the anxiety never goes away, and it’s just something you deal with. Friends who say nice things and/or yell at you to keep you from nuking your AO3 profile from orbit are the only remedies.
Most Wonderful Author:Bree Most Evil Critique Master: Annie Working Title: Grim Magician
On the sixth of September, Aunt Joysa died. Calette didn’t much care until a few weeks later, when her father spoke the name of the deceased in the middle of supper. He went on cutting his asparagus as though he thought he would get away with it, but her mother stilled in an instant and said, “Dalbern, I will speak with you later this evening.”
“Of course,” her father said, reaching for his wine with trembling hands. The children snuck glances at one another, except for Calette, who knew better.
The house was quiet by ten that night. Calette trailed her fingers over cold doorknobs as she moved down the hallway: six rooms for six children, all frozen silent. Now down the dark staircase, bare feet crushing the carpet, careful to avoid the creaky spots. If she met anyone, she was only going to the kitchen for some water. The sconces in the hallway flickered: someone was still up. She pressed her ear to the study door and held her breath.
Lots of tips on how to elevate your dialogueandbring it to life with this new intro on the bloggity blog! Also kudos, because both Annie and I would definitelyread on with this one.
Spring flu season is still abound, and unfortunately, I became a victim of it. But! After a week of rehabilitation, I can almost taste my food again. I sort of miss…flavors. And sunlight. And not breathing through my mouth.
Anyway! Back to work! Hope everyone’s summers have been magical so far.
(And if you have no idea what this word smash thingy is, read this.)
i’m currently in the process of revamping this blog and uploading all my posts from twitter to create a centralised database (and also to protect my posts and mamamoostyle info in case twitter suspends my account)
so i would like to apologise in advance for the massive influx of posts you all will receive over the next few hours/days
How I have missed you! I don’t know what else to write—to say—the days have less luster, my life less reason to be without you orbiting my universe.
Time moves differently now.
The air sticks and stinks like honey too long left in the sun. You are my doppelganger in the repeats of my dreams. How I long for a relic from you! A bone from which to build my altar.
What else is there to say? I miss you!
I miss you as the wick misses the flame—as desire misses the dwelling of moss-oiled eyes. The serene surface of my mirrored face has morphed into the bold mimic of you—the sky has turned to currents and shimmers of wormholes eating time. It has turned to the rolling waves of the ocean I used to fear but now beg to take me.
I don’t want to go on without you.
I want to nest in your exposed ribs.
Say you’ll make a home for me? Have you already?
I want to kill the brightness you have planted in me—your eyes, I want, to watch from behind the pale glass. How many mornings have I longed for you? Have you felt my absence as I have felt yours?
The birds only sing your name in a tongue understood by my love—you have become the background melody to all my daily striving, yearning, and movement.
I want to rebuild you in front of me—I want to bring you home. My heart wants to plant in the Earth of my grave and to call you Eternity.
Please say you’ll remember me.
Please say you miss me too.
Grant me a place in the marrow of your bones.
—
Yisara’el,
I suppose you have more than enough reasons to send me on my way; did you know the nuclear sky reminds me of the winter of your teeth?
These days my bones look a lot like yours and I’m clattering down the dirt road near your rectory—somewhere I am hoping to bring you forth by the rising dandelions—I’ve collected many things in the shape of you.
I miss watching you and your gentle way of resting.
It has been so long—I write the same things over and over and I have developed graphomania looking for your hands in the movement of mine. Everything echoes of you.
I’d like to think I made some kind of impression. I like to think that in the crooked line I catch myself humming I have entrapped parts of you.
Oh what a cunning boy you are!—I think I’ll eat your heart first and perhaps that will provide the nourishment I need to heal perpetual wounds—
I read us in the pages of every strange love story—sometimes the sun is between my eyelashes and I think of how you touched me—like steam from a hot cup of tea.
I find you staring at me from the water that cradles me in the evening.
And I know you will always be waiting like a road that grows ivy, but the path remains—my back carries the same steps to Christ as you and it aches across the distance—my fear and desperation sent out like burning lamp in an empty dark field; in the heaviness of storm pregnant skies.
I eat of your words—I want to break you open like a pomegranate beneath Mother Moon and find only the seeds of truth.
Like a lemon branch grows on any citrus tree, I have attached to you—the thing made of the same as me.
The orange is naked and peeled of the outer puckered skin and I cannot eat it in it’s beauty—I have the same dream about you.
—
Yisara’el,
I am still thinking about you this morning—that is nothing new, in truth, all things have reminded me of you for quite some time now.
I wish I could pray beside you—even for a just a few minutes.
Your presence was a magical kind of way—a road through the middle of the desert, and in my isolation, I found you as water in the surprise greenery; all my days pass as tombstones and crosses along the path.
I did not mean to become so morbid. But such is what my thoughts have become—I see your face upon the crucifix. You are the holy weight upon my chest—you are the need of God’s blessings.
How are you holding up?
Have the fires consumed you too?
I wonder about your loneliness–especially when the sun first greets me.
Do you ache? Have your bones turned against you too?
I think about God a lot these days and how He must look a lot like you—what does God dream about? Does He know the colors He appears as in my visions?
I miss you. I told you that.
Maybe I’m just a shadow lingering a little too long—
do you know what you are meant for?
Life has been a constant blur from the moment it called you elsewhere. I can see your white fingers gripping my throat. I wish you would’ve killed me! Sorry—that was probably wrong of me to say.
—
Yisara’el,
I cannot continue.
However, I must—there is both nothing more and complete galaxies between us and to be said. I am still debating sending this to you.
The sky closes, but the rain remains.
Can I come home—will you put a good word the Father? Tell Him, you, His son, have released me from destiny and obligation. I don’t know what I’m trying to ask you or tell you or what I’m hoping to achieve—some sense of closeness I suppose.
May Trope Mayhem is a multi-fandom/original creation event open to writers, artists, and content creators of all kinds! We’ve put together a list of 31 of our favorite tropes, one per day through the month of May, and we encourage creators to join us for this month of fun tropey mayhem.
Our goal is to promote motivation and help with habit building, so we’re encouraging people to keep their ficlets under 1,000 words, or if you make art or a gif or some such, to stick to a sketch or a single image.
This event is primarily held on Tumblr, but you’re welcome to participate on anywhere Duck Prints Press has an account (you can see all our current platforms here) and we’ll keep our eyes on our tag everywhere!
How can you participate? It’s easy! There’s just a few simple rules:
to participate, write a ficlet, a poem, create art, make a gif, or create any other content that you want, aligned with the prompt for the day!
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Ping us (@duckprintspress) or tag your creations “#may trope mayhem” and so we can find them! We’ll reblog all fills that follow the above rules and are posted between May 1st and June 8th, 2022.
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This is a low-pressure event, held all in good fun, and we look forward to seeing what you create!
Sen. Josh Hawley (R-Mo.) introduced legislation on Tuesday that would strip “woke corporations like Disney” of special protections enabling companies to hold copyright material for decades.
The Copyright Clause Restoration Act would limit copyrighted material to 56 years and apply the new rule retroactively, meaning Disney and other companies could immediately lose some copyright protections if the law were passed.
The measure is the latest Republican attack on Disney, which last month was stripped of its self-governing status at its amusement park in Orlando, Fla., after Gov. Ron DeSantis took issue with the media company for speaking out against the state’s “Don’t Say Gay” law, which prohibits the discussion of sexual orientation and gender identity from kindergarten through third grade.
Hawley’s bill goes after Disney’s long-running list of iconic characters stretching from Mickey Mouse to Marvel superheroes.
Hawley said in a press release that “the age of Republican handouts to Big Business is over.”
God it’s like watching a more morally bankrupt Freddy vs Jason
Hawley said in a press release that “the age of Republican handouts to Big Business is over.”
So you agree that Republicans have been giving handouts to Big Business prior to this?
