WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or  tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

I was tagged by @aniron48! This is embarrassing, but I have a ton of stuff in my WIP folder... I think this is just the natural consequence of being in the 00Q fandom for 10 years... so I'm going to limit it to the top ten! 1) [working title - The Spy Who Fed Me] ch1-5 2) Bloom 3) Covenant - Fidelity - Taken (after midnight series) 4) A Series of Unfortunate Tea Times 5) Jealous!Bond 6) across the universe 7) quirofilia 8) spooning leads to forking (5+1) 9) for his eyes only 10) automail / arcane -esque AU

I’m not sure who to tag, so if you see this and want to play, please tag me so I can see what you’re all working on!

cheers,

D

[ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. ( prime minister bernadetta stand back im about to drop fodlans greatest hit. its called Meteor )

* for you i would.

mother says there are locked rooms inside all women. sometimes, the men—they come with keys; and sometimes, the men—they come with hammers.

the stack of reports drops to the floor in a flood of loose leaf. bernadetta, hands still suspended mid-clutch, gawks at the woman in the doorway whose figure cuts a perfect picture from every possible angle.

and the both of them already know.

"dorothea, you didn't!"

but dorothea, she did. and some years ago bernadetta would have been petrified—in some small form, the gnaw of anxiety might always haunt her. old habits die hard. she has learned since, however, that sometimes it is the men who die far harder...

a meteor, from dorothea? and grégoire lives still? if bernadetta weren't shaking she might have fussed up a storm for the both of them to go hide right now. bar the doors and the windows with all the furniture in the room. she is shaking at the shoulders, soundlessly at first—with her head having lowered, trimmed fringe veiling her eyes.

"...p...pfft..."

a meteor to the head. isn't that something?

"pfft—" bernadetta lets out a noise—a sob?—before her head throws backward, in fact, with an unmistakable bubble of laughter. "h-hah! ahaha!"

there are times she may be an absolute whirlwind, a string of shrieks or a seemingly impossible case. but dorothea knows all of this, all of her, already. dorothea learned everything and still never ran—never let bernadetta run from her friendship, either. bernadetta laughs and giggles until her lungs might give out. what she wouldn't give to see the look on his face!

dorothea, who wouldn't give up on her despite everything. where countless others had lost their patience, concurred with bernadetta that she was a lost cause, dorothea had stayed. proved she was strong enough to fight off bernadetta's fears. proved it again, just now.

(watched while bernadetta eventually grew strong enough, too.)

bernadetta abandons her reports and dives fearlessly into dorothea arnault's embrace. they grin, they talk, and they laugh, over and over until the scarlet sun sets.

gotta admire the confidence of artists who shout in the description of every post "do NOT use my art without PERMISSION in [list of every possible way in all caps]"

like if I did that, and someone used it anyways....I wouldn't confront them, and if someone asked permission I'd automatically say yes because I'm incapable of saying no to people 😭

bothers me very much when people use Ted getting upset telling the denver broncos story as like evidence that he could be queer instead of thinking about an old friend drowning in loneliness and saying to himself “i should’ve been there i should’ve supported him” is him reflecting on his traumas, as if this is not a man who heard his dad kill himself at age 16 and carries that guilt wherever he goes. he tells EVERYONE he loves that he supports them no matter what the struggle is and colin’s struggle was internal and invisible, WHICH SCARES HIM. he’s terrified by invisible struggle and he always has been BECAUSE of that childhood trauma. so TO ME…… it reads very media illiterate to take it that way, because Ted didn’t have some tender gay experience with his denver broncos friend in the 90s, he’s haunted by knowing there was someone he loved who went through something alone (even if it was silly and minor like watching the Super Bowl alone) and doesn’t want anyone to ever feel like that again, (especially if it’s something as big as being one of two gay men in a room in an industry that hates them) let alone one of his players on the team that he has worked so hard to turn into a family!!!!!!!!!! damn!!!!!

and by the way i fucking deserved better. you came back with your hand held out and asked me to love you again like i was a fool, like you knew i wanted you to do but you forgot friendship is a two way street and i loved you deeper than you loved yourself. i heard myself in your words and i knew the answer before you asked the question because i spent a year grieving and a year growing and another two years healing and three more years forgetting and you sent me a message asking me to forgive you as if i already hadn't done so. you asked to try again and i almost became the fool that did it because once upon a time we were best friends then we weren't and i cried at night wishing you'd come crawling back to say those words to me again. and i thought of all the ways i could tear you apart with my teeth before carefully mending you back together with my sparkly glue and my shaky sowing needle.

but in reality i knew if i let you in again that i could forgive you but i'd never be able to forgive myself. i'd be looking into the past and spitting into the face of the kid who gave up everything he felt about you to become me and i needed to let you go like the sand between my cupped hands. the ocean cleans away the grit and leaves seashells in them. its a reminder that there are still things to find and cherish. i deserve to love the world and you will not be a part of it. i am not sorry for that.

Que horror

I will not get angry about the tags on a tumblr tournament poll. I will not. I wont

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

Can you talk more about what Hermione is going thru in the latest chapter of Beasts? Like I can see her obsessing over the hearings is a bad coping mechanism and it true that it’s not fair to others hearing them 24/7 but like I also wanna give Hermione a big hug because girl is definitely going thru something but is not dealing with it properly (also will Ron/ Romione crumbs have me squealing can I just say how much I love you had HARRY checking in on Hermione?? Fandom has the terribly habit of thinking Harry doesn’t care/is uncomfortable to deal with Hermione emotions but in the books he does care and I love that you show him doing it more instead of leaving him in the “can’t deal with this Ron you deal with her” fandom cliche, caring platonic Harry/Hermione for the win!)

I would love to talk about this! Hermione needs a truly historic hug at this point in Beasts, no getting around it. I'm so glad you pulled that part out about Harry and Hermione - Harry does really care, and it felt important to show that, especially that that dynamic will continue even when Romione are officially together. That deep love Harry has for Hermione isn't going anywhere. (And yep I love the Nick Cave dancing scene from the DH film, it's my favourite scene in all eight films, cuff me)

While I don't want to say too much about where Hermione's at (lots more to come, I swear, and it's killing me not to talk about it because I do so love to chatter), I can definitely talk a bit about Hermione's mental state in general terms, and map out some of the thought processes behind where the two girls are at this stage in the fic. Full discussion is below the cut because it does contain some (mild) spoilers, so read on at your peril!

So - Hermione. The thing is that Ginny, for all that she's intuitive, kind and observant, is a limited narrator. We've already seen moments where we know Ginny doesn't always read things or people right - she's extremely empathetic and shrewd towards people she feels similarly to (so far, Harry), and she's by default compassionate to those who either ask directly or who clearly demand for emotional support and reassurance (Bea, Neville, Hannah, asking to come to the pub with them all). But with people she's different to - even if she loves them and is otherwise close to them - she doesn't always get it right. She struggles to work them out and to guess how the people around her are going to respond. In canon, we see this with her changing relationship with Fleur after Bill's attack. In this fic, I've tried to show this in her first meeting with Hagrid, for instance, when she thought he was intimidating and mocking her, or her certainty that Bill is doing the right thing staying well away from the Greyback hearings, when Bill has actually decided to walk into the fire and get involved. Ginny's going through it with her own stuff, too, right - she's blinkered.

What Ginny has seen of Hermione so far, and what the reader (hopefully!) sees, is someone who is being equally guarded about what's going on with them, but who is dealing with their shit very differently to how Ginny is dealing - or not dealing - with hers. It's not that Ginny isn't trying to get through to her, it's that she doesn't know how best to do it. When Ginny looks at Hermione, she sees someone who isn't asking her for help, who doesn't need Ginny as protection, but who is instead developing an obsessive and quite solitary interest in the trials and questions of post-war societal reckoning that Ginny thinks is unhealthy. Hermione judges Ginny for not taking more of an interest in an issue of historic importance and for being so avoidant: Ginny judges Hermione both for how self-destructive her coping mechanisms seem to be and for not being attentive enough to its effects on the people around them, especially the younger ones Ginny feels so protective towards. Chapter five is as close as either character has come so far to acknowledging this dynamic:

The fury comes quick, rising up in her. ‘You don’t get to decide what’s good for everyone. We are perfectly capable of deciding whether we want to hear all of this shit - ’ ‘Burying their heads in the sand isn’t going to fix anything. They need to know, they need to know what went on - ’ ‘You think they don’t know?’ She points angrily at the other Gryffindors staring at the two of them, blood rising to her face. ‘You think they don’t know what went on?’

At this point in the fic, we can speculate about what Hermione's going through. She's been made Head Girl of a student body who lived a very different war to hers - both were traumatising, but in different ways. She's already troubled by the direction postwar wizarding society seems to be moving in, from what she's heard on the wireless, a society she just fought hard to rescue but which has consistently rejected her on account of being Muggleborn. She's on top of her school-work, still, but worrying about exams that are objectively months away (also, back to worrying about school and exams after a literal war - school that was always, in part, about her proving her abilities and right to belong in the wizarding world). She's sat in Defence lessons with a much more intense and acute knowledge of the material earned in exceptionally traumatising circumstances. She's very lonely. She's separated from the two people she's closest to, Harry and (especially) Ron, after this extremely intense year together, and right after her and Ron have finally found their way to each other, after so long. Her and Ginny used to be close, in an adolescent, fair-weather friendship kind of way, but the year they've spent apart has taken them in such different directions, especially with friendship groups. While Ginny, at least, seems to have some downtime via a much closer friendship with Hannah and Luna after sixth year together, her time helping out Hagrid, and even the support of the Quidditch team (even if she's avoiding them rn), Hermione seems to have no close friends around, only a fellow Head Boy she likes well enough but has never been close to, and who actually was sent to Azkaban for being Muggleborn, whereas Hermione was not. Even Crookshanks is giving her the cold furry shoulder, and, so far, we've seen her go to London at the first chance she got, something Ginny was hugely envious of. We know she did this, both to see Ron and Harry, but also to see her parents, who we know are back from Australia and living in the UK, but who we don't know much about (yet).

Downstairs, Hermione’s sat — of course — by the wireless. Her hair’s pinned back from her face, her blouse is pretty, fitted, and she’s wearing her new scarf, though the common room’s much too warm for it. But her face is grave, eyes closed as she listens to a woman’s tearful voice whispering down the airwaves. ‘I thought - I thought I’d lose my daughter - ’

Hermione absolutely isn't a cruel or unkind person. You're completely right that she absolutely doesn't mean to upset the other students by subjecting them to the wireless every night. But she truly believes it's important, politically and morally, for them to listen to the Greyback victims and to see these huge ethical faultlines that run throughout wizarding society, that began long before Voldemort and threaten to continue after him. She and Ginny just have very different ideas, at this point, about what's best for the students of Hogwarts. The thing that's interesting about writing this arc (I talked a bit about this here) is that, in the same situation, I'd be much more of a Hermione than I would be a Ginny, for better or worse. I'm desperately trying to tread the line between respecting that neither character is coming from a malicious place, and that neither is truly right or wrong in this situation, just showcasing that they both came into the war as very different people and are even more different on the other side of it. There's so much more to come on Hermione, I swear. The scene between the two of them at the end of chapter three is still one of my favourites I've written on who Hermione and Ginny are to each other, playing around with the memory of their past closeness, the things they're not talking about that they have in common, and the idea that these two have the potential for real arcs of growth and development through their friendship that Harry and Ron get in the canon series, but that the young women of the series also deserve, too.

‘Little Women?’ ‘It’s a Muggle book. My mum used to read it to me, when I was little. It’s about sisters during the American Civil War.’ ‘What’s so little about them?' She peers at the cover. 'They look quite normal-sized there. Are they gnome sisters, or what?’ Hermione manages a smile this time. ‘It just means they’re young, I think. Not quite grown-up women yet.’

@ofgentleresolve writing me a starter even if I didn't ask for a starter it's a surprise starter it makes me so happy

she was insane for writing “your eyes shine brighter than tupelo” the metaphor it all.

look how ugly my recent emojis are …

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me and my friend (also hella queer) as we’re watching a girl present her essay on why “transgenders shouldn’t be allowed to play sports”:

like fr her evidence would get more and more ridiculous and we were just sitting there trying not to draw attention to ourselves

I love the song O Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds and yes I know it from Deathly Hallows part one but outside of that it's such a good song. It's about bittersweet death and Orpheus and Eurydice and the song just. Songs so good

And I WILL fight any self righteous ex Harry Potter fan that tries to pull some SHIT that it's about the Holocaust (and therefore should not have been used in the movie which I don't care about the artisy agreed to it so. Whatever. He got paid) IT'S FUCKING NOT you DUMB PIECE OF SHIT WITH NO MEDIA LITERACY show me a source that says this that's not some Harry Potter fan's Tumblr post from 2011. Show me it. Show me an interview with the artist. Show me exactly why you think it's about the Holocaust. Oh, trains leading to death? Because Harry Potter is a thinly veiled and pathetic attempt at WWII parallels? (and if we're going by that do you have a deathly hallows tattoo because if you're so 1:1 about this. you do know the deathly hallows is her fucking. symbolic equivalent to you-know-what. Oh that's offensive? YOU DON'T THINK???)

Because HAVE YOU WVER HEARD OF POETIC IMAGERY IN YOUR DAMN LIFE how could you have ever called yourself a Harry Potter fan without the basic ability to understand sometimes things are not LITERAL. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

Just feel the need to brag for a little bit because I realized that Caution to the Wind is effectively the most popular Temily fic on AO3! The only fic above it is a Reidaway fic where Temily is a background ship, so I'm not counting that. And of course, this is sorted by hits, and it's a pretty small pool to compete with, but still, I feel like I won something!

If you haven't read it already, you should. It is my magnum opus.

And you can also read it on Wattpad, where it is much less successful.

And the sun is setting so sweetly this evening

Summary: tucker and tsv go on a date where they just sit and watch the sunset and chat

Pairings: tsv/tucker

Rating: T

A/N: tsv is called tyler in this fic as he is in all my other fics and this fic was actually intended to be writing practice but I gave up at the end and made it a bit silly. This takes place after the sun comes back

"Wow..."

Tyler stands next to Tucker slack jawed at the beautiful sight before him. The sun was setting behind the mountains painting the sky all different shades of orange, yellow, and purple. Violet streaks of rain from a passing storm fell in the distance. "Do you like it?"

"Why wouldn't I? It's gorgeous"

Tucker smiles "good. I wasn't sure if a sunset was the right way to go. Thought it would be too cheesy"

Tyler lays a blanket on the grass and sits "Well I like cheesy"

Tucker smiles and sits down next to him "you know it's funny I really never thought I'd see it again"

Ty rests his head on Tucker's shoulder "The sun? Yeah me neither"

A cool breeze moves over the meadow and Tucker turns on some music.

"Did you make a playlist just for this?" Tyler asks "maybe" Tucker smiles.

Tyler grins and kisses him on the cheek " I love you"

Tucker beams "I love you too, sunshine"

Ty blinks "...did you just call me sunshine?"

"Yeah"

"It's cute. I like it... madjoy"

"Really? Thats all you could come up with?"

Tyler rolls his eyes "well it was either that or leafboy"

"LEAFBOY???" Tucker says exasperated

Ty laughs "yeah! Unless you want me to call you daddy~"

"Uh n-no!" Tucker stammers "at least- not here"

"Not here? So you'll let me do it anywhere else then?" Tyler says with a smirk

Tucker nudges him playfully "oh shut up"

Tyler laughs "Ok ok how about... sunleaf"

Tucker rolls his eyes "ok now that's just a warrior cats name"

"The fact you know the naming system of those books"

"The fact you know what im talking about" Tucker laughs

The sun sets further below the horizon and the sky fades slowly from oranges and yellows to purples and blues.

"I'm glad you're here with me" Tyler whispers and Tucker smiles "me too"