i feel like i chip away at this au bit by bit and barely get the story moving forward but hey, thems the breaks sometimes. have some chess au that lives on a dusty shelf in the discord server ig

“‘But beating you… beating you is beating an ideology, an entire nation’s approach to chess summed up in one punk kid.’”

if you have already done this: i’m sorry! if you haven’t, have fun! @jack-kellys @we-are-inevitable @claireverlasting @jack-whatsyourangle and anyone else that wants to do this !!

Writer’s Tag Game!

Starting this because I’m bored (this isn’t my original idea, I just haven’t seen one of these in the longest time and I want to start one)

Put the last sentence you wrote (for a WIP, or anything else really) and tag some people to keep the game going!

I’ll start:

“It seemed natural, almost, the way his limbs moved, accustomed to violence more than ever now that they had a reason to be.  It seemed natural, almost, the way his limbs moved, accustomed to violence more than ever now that they had a reason to be.”

Tagging (no pressure!): @saveugoodmadam @writingraccoon @loiteringandlurking @getyourpaybackwithsomepayback @chair-in-a-ditch @neverending-carnival @thatdumbgoth @antisocialgaycat and anyone else who’d like to join!!!

at a hockey game rn. cannot stop thinking about hockey al.

random newsies sketches !!!!!! i got bored :3

high school au albert dasilva has a perpetually crooked nose and a dental flipper with a fake tooth in the very front due to at least 9 years of ice hockey under his belt by the age of 17. he’s gotten more concussions than he cant count and more broken bones than he can remember. he’s in a constant state of casual injury and still manages to throw a mean left hook at anyone who gives him any sort of shit. he has constant dark circles under his eyes and a sly grin that can wither light up a room or strike terror into the heart of his enemy based on the position his eyebrows are in at any given time. he’s perfect and a jackass and he knows it

my favorite thing about modern au ralbert is that al doesn’t really dress outwardly queer he’s just like yeah. tee shirt with the sleeves cut off and baggy jeans and maybe a flannel if he’s feeling fancy. straight boy chic. and he’s dating urban dictionary’s definition of a twink

this but i would 100% have plot armor bc the twitter girlies would riot if i died

not tagging anyone, do it if you please!

pov: you're in a horror movie

look / role

Thank you for the tag @fireplceashes.This was a fun tag, Jenna. I really like The Shining theme. Also, same result (we survive together 😂💪):

no pressure tags: @theannoyeddragon82, @moderatelyluckypenny, @swordsandskeletons, @steviescrystals, @kaleidoskuls, @mychemical-ronance, @platomity, @storybook-tiles, @lonelypersonhere​

What’s you’re favorite AU that you’ve come up with (at least at the moment, I know it can be hard to pick one definitively)?

OH SHIT

ok so number one, i think, will always be wsttlt-verse. recovering addicts jack and davey, meeting again after years of not being together, finding their footing again? turning an awful experience into a healthy relationship by putting in the work this time? not to mention that there’s a kid now- jack’s kid, who is essentially the catalyst of the entire au. they’re putting in the work because they genuinely care for each other, yes, but also because this girl deserves better. they’re not a perfect family, but they’re family, and that’s what counts.

second on the docket: the small town au!!! my rodeo babes !!! it is so personal and is a love letter to my area and god i love it so much

and third, even though i haven’t written it yet, is the restaurant au. there are so many nuances to it. everyone is so out of character theyre in character. race is a twink that cries in the walk-in and davey is a social chameleon who is surprisingly talented at manipulating old ladies. what’s not to love

Thoughts on Davey being the Delancey brothers’ mom friend?

i swear to fucking god if i have to even think about the delanceys being babied for one more second i’m going to lose my shit and delete my entire fucking blog

i cant believe that ive met some of my best friends through a musical about striking newsboys but here we are

breaking news: i made myself cry with my own fic

humans

i think things are only wonderful once humans have gotten their hands on them. we’re such wonderful, horrible, creative, destructive, imagination-filled creatures. we make dents in wood tables, and cracks in the leather seats of an old car, and paint stains on jeans, and sneakers covered in scuffs and marker. their value isn’t built in, it comes from the fact a human has loved them. they hold the stories of a thousand thousand lives, hands dug deep into the dirt, mud packed under the fingernails, 500 B.C. and 2022 A.D. identical in soul. humans and their urge to shout and sing and spin and dance and cry and laugh. humans and the silly little voices they adopt - squeaky for pets, accented for jokes, quiet and sweet for comfort. humans and the incurable urge we all seem to have to squish ourselves close together; to intertwine our fingers, to wrap our arms around each other and squeeze, to wrestle and tickle and kiss and poke and shove. we hum little songs to ourselves and move our bodies to sounds we find pleasing and splatter colorful goo over blank canvases and pull thread through fabric for no purpose other than joy. we make convoluted games with too many rules to keep a group of our favorite humans in the same space and interacting. we tear each other apart, shoot each other with guns and stab each other with knives and hurt and rape and murder and violate. we’re awful, but we’re still magic in a bottle. we pretend to be new, exciting people on a stage or a camera for humans without that skill to enjoy. we cry when others of our kind die; we mourn them, make a big deal of their return to the earth and visit the bones they’ve left behind. the pitfalls of the human condition would be so much easier to reconcile if it weren’t for the staggering peaks, for all the reasons i find to keep on living to see; we’re so incomprehensibly hard to hate, even when we’re the worst.

ME LISTENING TO MUSIC AND IMAGINING MY SILLY LITTLE GUYS IN THE SADDEST SITUATIONS POSSIBLE

we’re having the best time (i am sobbing in a dark room to dial drunk)

a big win for the noah kahan girlies (a big loss for my emotional state for the next three to five business days)

thinking about the dynamic between the self-made cynic and the bleeding heart

I AINT PROUD OF ALL THE PUNCHES THAT IVE THROWN IN THE NAME OF SOMEONE I NO LONGER KNOW FOR THE SHAME OF BEING YOUNG DRUNK AND ALONE TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND A TRANSMITTER RADIO I DONT LIKE THAT WHEN THEY THREW ME IN THE CAR I PUT YOUR NAME AS MY EMERGENCY PHONE CALL HONEY IT RANG AND RANG EVEN THE COPS THOUGHT YOU WERE WRONG FOR HANGING UP

ILL DIAL DRUNK ILL DIE A DRUNK ID DIE FOR YOU

Bestie how are you handling Noah Kahan releasing new music on the 9th? cause personally I am losing my mind

ive already talked to @tarantulas4davey about how dial drunk is SO albert coded and its so bad babe im already sobbing. i think We’ll All Be Here Forever is definitely a “pull over and sob so i dont crash my car” song. everything else is going to wreck me so good

Ah, yes. Weird scientist, cowboy, and golden retriever.

The three genders.

albert dasilva is the kind of guy to work at a trampoline park