Being self critical [sic] is for editing, not writing. Writing is when you throw anything at the wall and see what sticks. They are two different practices that should be practiced separately. Write first, edit later.

– C. Robert Cargill

the gang gets snacks

And All the Devils Are Here

Sigrun’s father is dead. Murdered. Executed with two well aimed bullets from a hitman’s gun. She’s never been completely stable, full of alternating rage and ennui, but when her father is murdered, it pushes her over the edge, and she goes on a rampage through the city, through every other mob family, close by or not. But the more she learns, the more she and her team start to realize this job may be closer to the family than they thought.

Period Crime. F/F with a lesbian lead.

Ao3

Sunday Six/Six Sentence Sunday

from The Black & Blues!

cw: homophobia

You talk, low and soft, heads bowed into each other, hidden in plain sight among the chatter on the train. Closer, closer, you keep getting closer into each others’ space, and you know what, fuck it. You’ve been living in fear your whole life. You’re not going to kiss him here, but you’re also not going to let yourself be scared into distancing yourself from a man you really, really like. He seems comfortable enough. About ten minutes into the train ride, Josselin looks up and out the window to see where on your trip you are. The train PA system is broken and isn’t announcing your stops, so you have to trust he’s paying attention. In that moment, you look up, and see a couple a few years older than you across and down the way a little, staring and whispering. The woman looks horrified. The man looks disgusted. And the happy spell breaks, and you’re that lost, terrified thirteen year old again. You look away and pull your leg back in, and uncurl your arm and drop your hands in your lap. Josselin looks back at you. “Meara?” You look up. “Meara, what’s wrong?” You rub the arm pressed up against his with your other hand and shake your head. Josselin’s shoulder moves against yours as he looks around the train to find the source of your sudden mood change. His whole body stiffens when he does. He leans away from you a little to give you space, pressing himself against the plasticine window. “Sorry,” he mumbles. You squeeze your eyes closed to trap the tears. “No.” Your voice catches on the whisper, rough and uncertain. “I’m sorry.” A few stops down, another man at the back of the train with you stands, and as he passes you, he gently touches your shoulder and just says, “Thank you for sitting with your arm around him.” And then he’s gone, and you’re staring, stupefied, at the door closed behind him.

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My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

heyyyyy reminder for other cane users.

don't forget that cane tips need to be replaced.

i've been using my cane for almost two years on a near daily basis and i JUST switched out the tip and

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the new tip versus the old tip. i'm not sure how clear it is but, YEAH, there's like. half a millimeter of tread left on the old tip, if that

the replacement was LITERALLY 2 dollars. i bought two to justify the four dollar shipping but. TWO BUCKS.

i had noticed that i was having slipping issues on linoleum recently, but i did not realize how bad the issue had gotten until the new tips came so. PLEASE check your cane treads and if they're notably worn out PLEASE get yourself a new tip they're SO cheap and the grip i get on the new one is INSANE

please don't forget to replace your cane tips!

A greeting for negligent penpals and procrastinating authors. Postcard from my collection, 1911.

*arrives three month late with a vine compilation*

420 sketchbook doodle

Until Our Hearts Go Numb

Max’s parents are dead and his guardian, Josselin, a close friend of the family, is suffering from brain cancer. Josselin’s lost his insurance and can’t afford treatment anymore. So what do Max and his siblings do? They rob a bank, of course.

A story of the rise and fall and eventual mental unwinding and collapse of three siblings, who have nothing in the world but each other.

Contemporary Crime. M/M M/F with a gay transgender male lead, and a bisexual male lead in a Polyamorous Vee.

A Sheraton Academy AU.

Ao3

I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.

love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded

My Little Pony Color Challenge - Nature / Plants

Napper enjoying the setting sun. ☀️

Popping in to demand, gently and with enthusiasm, that you share some banter from a wip of your choosing, please and thank you

hiiii there somehow isn't a lot of banter in The Black & Blues! I guess they just don't communicate like that. however Christian and Livia DEFINITELY do so here is part of their conversation when they first met:

The man was getting closer. It was now or never. Christian leaned over and pressed the ‘door close’ button. It was almost shut when a dainty hand shoved through the small space in the doors and pushed. The man was a lot stronger than he looked, so small and thin. It would have been impressive if it weren’t going to make Christian even later. The small man – he was, what, maybe five foot, maybe a hundred pounds? He glowered at Christian, a glare much too angry for such a cute, round baby face. The man slammed his hands on the top of the row of buttons and dragged them down, lighting all but three on his way. He went back and pushed each of the remaining buttons one at a time. “Are you fucking serious?” Christian said. The man looked up at him and stuck his tongue out. The elevator stopped. The door opened. Nobody got on. It closed again. “Oh,” the man said. “Yeah,” Christian glowered. “Oh.” “You started it. You tried to shut me out when I was rushing to get in.” “What floor do you work on?” He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said, “Twenty-three.” “I’m at fourteen,” Christian said. “So enjoy your ride, asshole.” “I have a name.” “Do you?” “Livia.” Christian looked him up and down a few times, trying to gauge him. He wasn’t a threat, at least. “Christian,” he finally said. “What do you do?” Livia asked. His voice was pure friendliness and conversation as he bounced on the balls of his feet. His slacks were a little too long, bunched up at the top of his shoes. “I’m the guy you hang up on when he calls you at dinner,” Christian said. “Ah, a telemarketer. Scum of the earth.” “You?” Christian asked. “Paralegal,” Livia said. Christian chuckled. “And he calls me scum.” “I just file shit, man. I don’t do any lawyering.”

I LOVE THEM I haven't worked on them in a while but they are always at the back of my head being cute dorks <3

Pic number 2 of the violet art bomb! I actually did upload this one, but only to my dA (whoops). 

Growing up I was a huuuuge fan of G1 MLP, and the twinkle eye ponies were easily my favorites. Not only for their beautiful color palettes, but also because of their kickass backstory! So, to honor them and my love for FiM, I reimagined Galaxy, Mimic and Fizzy as crystal ponies a’la G4. Mimic is wearing her golden horseshoes of course~

One More Time (With Feeling)

March Liu is a broke artist who wants love more than anything but can’t seem to hold onto a relationship because he’s trans and ace. Then a friend introduces him to Chayton, a free-spirited street artist, they get along like a house on fire, one thing leads to another, and suddenly March realizes he has a crush on someone absolutely unattainable. Again. But the closer March gets to Chayton, the less he seems to actually know. When Chayton’s biggest secret spills out in an argument, they have to take a break, and March isn’t sure they even have a friendship left anymore, much less potential for anything else.

Period Dramatic Romance (nebulous early 2000s). M/M M/F/NB With five bisexual main characters, one transgender male lead, one transgender female secondary character, and one nonbinary secondary character.

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