@pscentral​ event 26: minimalism

@lgbtqcreators event 21 — beginnings and endings

I was tagged by the lovely @myheartalivewrites, @kiwiana-writes, and @cha-melodius this week.

And I actually have seven+ sentences? In this economy? I know. I can't believe it either. MJ is working on A Thing and discussing that with him got me opening up my Doctor Who AU doc again... and this scene spilled onto my phone at 8AM this morning for no reason.

Here's just a few more than seven:

“You haven’t just met tonight, darlings.” Pez pauses. “Well, technically, you did—but tonight isn’t the first tonight you’ve had. Based on the time energy wafting off you, I’d venture you’ve had quite a few.” “Quite a few…” “Hundreds,” Pez says. “Quite a few hundreds, I’d say.” Alex wants to argue. He wants to say that’s impossible; he met Henry less than an hour ago. Except, when he looks into those vivid blue eyes, he knows—like a word on the tip of his tongue, a memory that he can’t quite place, an itch at the base of his skull. He can see it: the peeling corner of the wallpaper. All he needs to do is pull.

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @firenati0n,

@guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @itsmaybitheway, @jettestar,

@junebugclaremontdiaz, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @ninzied,

@nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe

@priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4,

@vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland

@orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I tripped into a new WIP document again, whoops. This one is even more self-indulgent than usual (which is fucking saying something) aaaaaaaaaaand I already had a wee cry writing the end of it—and yes, the end was almost the first thing I wrote. I'M SURE IT'S FINE. I also made a moodboard for Inspiration Weekend earlier today, and while I think the snippet below will give pretty much everyone a good GENERAL idea of what I'm doing here, the moodboard + a couple of other little meta hints will be enough for those in the know to figure out more SPECIFICALLY what I'm doing here (and therefore why I had a weep writing the ending).

“It’s called NORA.” Henry barely spares Alex a glance, heading straight for the controls; he and NORA know each other well enough by now that she hums to life under his palms. “Navigational Oscillation of Relative Astronomy. And before you ask, no, I didn’t come up with the name. I’d tell you to take it up with the Time Lords, but…” he trails off as Alex gasps loudly, realising too late that he forgot to warn the man before opening the doors.  “It’s… bigger! On the inside! From the outside it looks small, but then inside… all this space!” There’s something odd about the way Alex is holding himself—his too-bright expression as he looks around, the way his palm presses to the centre of his chest instead of over his heart—but Henry doesn’t have time to figure it out, nor to hold this stranger’s hand through a fairly basic level of dimensional transcendentality. His Alex is running around out there somewhere, wearing god-knows-which of his dozen faces and liable to return to NORA at some point. And if he finds out Henry’s here… He knows exactly what will happen if Alex—his Alex—finds him. Henry’s not an idiot, and his diary is almost full.  But that’s a problem for another time. Right now, he has a job to do. And this man who invited himself along, with the right name and the wrong face, is nothing short of a distraction.

Is tagging still borked? Who's to say.

Tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius

@clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n

@getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart

@inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @piratefalls

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27

@sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

thanks for the tag @agostobuwan 🫶 I took a week’s break from writing any new content and just started the new chapter of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic yesterday and not as far in as i thought i would be but decided to share something to show my participation considering I didn’t do sentence Sunday.

Alex does not fail to notice that Henry’s dress code for this evening is of something rather striking, as he is wearing a velvet bright red fishtail suit. Henry starts galloping around June as soon as the music assembles and Alex watches the way his legs easily bend backwards as he moves. It’s probably because Henry is dancing more or less in his and Bea’s eyeline, therefore they both find themselves glancing at them whilst they chatter.

“You did not fancy participating in this particular dance then?” Alex makes light, a mere breathless chuckle escaping from his lips.

“No,” Bea responds, her eyes drifting back towards the floor. “I shall let my brother take the reins on this one, he seems to be doing a very remarkable job of it.”

What Alex does fail to notice, however, is that when he nods back at the floor in agreement, Bea is smirking up at him.

“Beatrice, Sir Claremont-Diaz,” Catherine’s voice greets them as she approaches in a navy ball gown and matching hat. With that, Alex’s gaze flickers and moves to the Duchess of Edinburgh.

“Your Grace,” Alex bows his head. “What a pleasant evening this is.” He compliments, indicating the energetic atmosphere with his arm outstretched and gravitating around the room. “We were also just admiring the Prince of Wales’ dancing skills.”

Catherine’s eyes are diverted to the floor and she smiles wistfully as she watches her son dance with June. Henry’s look tediously falters as he frowns at his mother when he notices that she is watching him.

“He has always been a very good dancer, my boy - that's when he wants to be,” Catherine recalls, her voice soft and her hand on her heart as she turns towards Bea, “Right Bea?”

“Right,” Bea nods in agreement. “Always could be quite the performer.”

tagging: @iboatedhere @fullsunsets @lizzie-bennetdarcy @callumsmitchells @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @jmagnabo92

Joe Versus the Volcano (1990)

Another off the menu request for the WIP game…

🦀🔪🦞🤿

The OGs will know.

-a totally anonymous anon

For you Totally Anonymous Anon

It’s been several (occasionally tense) months since Crab moved in with Lobster. While the space had seemed ideal at first, it became considerably less so as time went on. They often found their claws and shells knocking into each other. Especially during periods when Crab would regress and insist on carrying his knife everywhere.  Lobster loved Crab, and treasured his very existence. In fact he often found himself wondering how he had ever lived alone. However, Lobster did not care for being poked and prodded.

I may regret this, but if you have no idea what this means, please go here for something truly ridiculous and fun

Also tagging @stereopticons @lizzie-bennetdarcy @tizniz @statueinthestone @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks

Absolutely love when someone digs up an old post on my blog. Something from a few years back. Something I'd forgotten about.

Odds are I'm going to click on that notification. Revisit that post. And then continue to scroll down, going through old reblogs like flipping through pages of a scrapbook.

inspiration saturday

Thanks for the tags, @ramonaflow and @filet-o-feelings!

I’ve been bouncing around wips unable to decide on anything so here’s a poll so you all can make a decision for me*

*I’ll go where the words take me so I may or may not actually work on what wins but you should vote anyway

Tagging @alienajackson @indestructibleheart @kiwiana-writes @hippolotamus @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @mostlyinthemorning @lizzie-bennetdarcy @treluna4 @smblmn

I assume/know you are a very sweet friend!

Ahhhhh thank you, lovely!!!!!! I'm so glad you think so 😘😘😘😘

I love how the whole fandom is like: HE KISSED A MAN!! wrong lips for fucks sake buckley HE KISSED A MAN

Noah living his best life singing O Canada at the Yankees-Jays game today. x

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TONE

by @kiwiana-writes inspired by this incredible art by @lizzie-bennetdarcy-afterdark

[rated E, 2,345 words]

Alex seems to soak up the attention he naturally attracts in every scenario, so when they first started sleeping together, Henry had assumed it would be the same in bed—that Alex would revel in being the centre of that sort of intense focus, perhaps even expect it. But Alex has, from the very first, been one hidden depth buried under another, a series of discoveries Henry will eagerly spend his whole life charting. From their very first night together, when Alex grabbed the metaphorical bull by the horns and took a decidedly learn-by-doing approach to his first blow job, he’s been painstakingly dedicated to taking Henry apart piece by piece, only willing to chase after his own orgasm once Henry has been thoroughly satiated. To Henry’s knowledge, no one has ever spread Alex out on soft sheets and focused solely and completely on making him feel as wanted and worshipped and adored as he is. As far as he’s concerned, it’s well past time someone did.

Or, first time rimming but make it really, really introspective.

Read it now on AO3!

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

“The entire British museum is an active crime scene” - John Oliver