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“You’ve got a kitty!” Jamie exclaims, a stupid, fuck-drunk grin practically splitting his face in two. “What’s his name?”
The scraggly old bastard hops into Roy’s lap and knocks its head against his knuckles.
Roy scratches the space between its scraggly old ears, and it settles into a ball atop his lap, purring a scraggly old mucousy purr.
“Dunno,” he answers. “‘S not mine. Found it fucking about in my back garden a couple weeks ago. Just been feeding it, ‘cause it's got no tags.”
Jamie scoffs.
“Then why’s he in your house and not in the garden?”
His tone is accusatory, like having a cat is a goddamn crime, and he's trying to back Roy into a corner and weasel a confession out of him.
Roy shrugs.
“I didn't bring it in. Just came in the cat door.”
It's the wrong thing to say, and he realizes his mistake as soon as the words have left his mouth. There's hardly damning evidence of cat ownership than installing a fucking cat door; if he wasn't caught before, he certainly is now.
Jamie's stupid eyebrows shoot up.
“And why do you got a cat door for a cat that ain't yours?”
Roy picks up the pillow behind him (gently, so as not to disturb the cat) and chucks it at Jamie's face.
“Fuck you! Why don't you name it, then, since you’re so fucking invested?”
“Chester,” Jamie answers immediately. “Always wanted a cat named Chester. Like the Chestercat from Alice in Wonderland.”
“Chestercat? It's called the Cheshire Cat.”
Jamie picks up the pillow Roy had thrown at him a moment ago and uses it to whack him upside the head.
“Fuck off. Chester. Final answer.”
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this is a genuine question not at all meant as a rude gotcha, but I feel like I've seen lots of people cite the relatively low barrier of entry as a huge advantage of podcasts as a medium, "if you have access to decent audio tech you can make a podcast" etc etc. So where does the need to sell a script come in? Is it a financial thing, and IP thing, something else?
this doesn't read like a rude gotcha at all, it's a really good question! there is a much lower barrier to entry when it comes to podcasts compared to tv, film, theater, etc. (though not as low as writing a book if we're talking about hard resources - you can technically write a book with just a laptop and a dream and then self publish! though as a writer who has written a lot of scripts and four books (3 published) writing a book is a much bigger psychological burden imo lol).
the need to sell a script, for me, is entirely a financial thing. if I had the money to produce podcasts at the level I want to entirely independently, I would! I know how to do it! but, unfortunately, I really only have the funds to produce something like @breakerwhiskey - a single narrator daily podcast that I make entirely on my own.
and that show is actually a great example of just how low the barrier is: I actually record the whole thing on a CB radio I got off of ebay for 30 bucks, my editing software is $50/month (I do a lot of editing, so this is an expense that isn't just for that show) and there are no hosting costs for it. the only thing it truly costs me is time and effort.
not every show I want to make is single narrator. a lot of the shows I've made involve large casts, full sound design, other writers, studio recording, scoring, and sometimes full cast albums (my first show, The Bright Sessions had all of those). I've worked on shows that have had budgets of 100 dollars and worked on shows that cost nearly half a million dollars. if anyone is curious about the nitty gritty of budgets, I made a huge amount of public, free resources about making audio drama earlier this year that has example budgets in these ranges!
back in the beginning of my career, I asked actors to work for free or sound designers to work for a tiny fee, because I was doing it all for free and we were all starting out. I don't like doing that anymore. so even if I'm making a show with only a few actors and a single sound designer...well, if you want an experienced sound designer and to pay everyone fairly (which I do!), it's going to cost you at least a few thousand dollars. when you're already writing something for free, it can be hard to justify spending that kind of money. I've sound designed in the past - and will be doing so again in the near future for another indie show of mine - but I'm not very good at it. that's usually the biggest expense that I want to have covered by an outside budget.
but if I'm being really honest, I want to be paid to write! while I do a lot of things - direct, produce, act, consult, etc. - writing is my main love and I want it to be the majority of my income. I'm really fortunate to be a full-time creative and I still do a lot of work independently for no money, but when I have a show that would be too expensive to produce on my own, ideally I want someone else footing the bill and paying me to write the scripts.
I love that audio fiction has the low barrier to entry it does, because I think hobbyists are incredible - it is a beautiful and generous thing to provide your labor freely to something creative and then share it with the world - but the barrier to being a professional audio drama writer is certainly higher. I'm very lucky to already be there, but, as every creative will tell you, even after you've had several successes and established yourself in the field, it can still be hard to make a living!
anyway, I hope this answers your question! I love talking about this stuff, so if anyone else is curious about this kind of thing, please ask away.
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Absolute Corruption | The Unplanned "I Do"
Warnings: 18+, tooth rotting fluff, extremely brief allusions to sex.
How do I breathe without you, if you ever go? How do I ever, ever survive?
A late-night conversation while on a trip leads to a sudden life choice that neither Hector nor Adeline will ever regret
I may have cried while writing this... a few times.
Word Count: 1.3k
Hector & Adeline's Wedding Playlist | Picrew Link | Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Adeline wakes up to the soothing feel of Hector's hand running along her spine, his fingers splayed across the skin of her back beneath her sleep shirt.
She tilts her head up, resting it against his shoulder, humming happily, "Good morning."
He kisses her forehead, making her smile, "Good morning, beautiful."
"C'mere," She cups his cheek and pulls him down to meet her lips.
He grins into the kiss, sliding her off him just enough to lean over her, hand gripping her waist.
"Amor," He breathes as he pulls away, "I have to ask you something."
"Mmm, what?"
"You said something last night," He says. He strokes her cheek, chest warming at the way her big blue eyes look up at him, "Something about... if we got married."
"Yeah?"
"You asked me if we got married if I wanted you to take my name and... Adeline, have you been thinking about getting married?"
She looks like a deer in headlights for a moment, pink quickly blossoming in her cheeks, "I-... I have."
The way he smiles is swoon-worthy before he swoops down to kiss her again, "I love you."
"I love you," She beams back.
He tugs her hips against his and pulls away just enough to press his forehead to hers, melting at the way she chases his lips.
"We should then," He murmurs and she freezes.
"Really?"
"As soon as we get home."
"Why wait?"
He looks at her confused and she tries not to laugh, "You know, the captain of a ship can legally marry people, right?"
"That sounds like something you need to book a time in advance."
"If you want the whole ceremony, sure. But, I bet if we talk to concierge, we could figure something out."
His nose squishes into her cheek when he kisses her hard, both of them laughing as they pull away.
"Are we doing this?"
"I think we are... Now go put some clothes on so I can take them off you later," She smirks, nipping at his bottom lip.
She lets out a shrill giggle when he dives down to messily kiss her neck, his voice muffled against her skin, "Fuck, I love you."
They spend the next ten or so minutes wrapped around each other as he pulls at the loose collar of her sleep shirt, kissing and biting wherever he can reach.
It isn't until a low moan spills from her mouth does she remember there isn't a wall separating their bed from where her sister is sleeping, "Where's Ro?"
"She went to breakfast an hour ago and texted that she was going to go lounge by the pool," He hums against her throat.
"Hey," She lightly tugs in his hair, softly guiding him up to her lips and he lets her, pressing kisses the whole way, "Let's go get married."
The woman at concierge is stunned when they call, to say the least. But she assures them she'll do what she can to pull the captain aside for them.
"Problem," Ada pokes her head into the bathroom where he's trimming his beard.
He looks over at her, eyes going soft when he sees her little pout, "What's wrong, my love?"
She leans against the doorway, fingers tapping against the tile, "I didn't bring anything white."
He tries to hide his smile as he wipes his face, "Is white really appropriate?"
Her eyes go wide and she slaps his shoulder, "It's Traditional."
"Since when has anything about our relationship been traditional?" He teases.
She nods with a slight shrug, sidling up to him. Her hand is warm on his chest when he pulls her close, "I have the dress I was gonna wear to dinner tonight. Do you think that'll work?"
"Amor, you could wear your pajamas and I would still think you're the most beautiful person on this ship," He purrs down at her.
"You're just saying that so I'll do that thing you like later," She scoffs. Her finger drags down his pec, blushing at his words.
He gently lifts her chin to meet his soft smile, "When have I ever made light of your own beauty for my own gain?"
"There's a first time for everything," She breathes against his lips, heart stuttering when her kisses her softly.
"Not this time, my love."
"Rowan!" Ada gasps, pulling Hector to a stop in the hall, "She needs to be there. Where did she say she was?"
"At the pool, but-" She cuts him off by tugging him in the direction of the pool deck.
"She could be soaking wet for all I care. I just want my sister there."
And she is. Still in her bathing suit, wrapped in a big towel and barefoot, Rowan stands in next to her sister, dripping on the carpet.
Ada and Hector had rushed her out of the pool so suddenly, she didn't even get to ask what was going on. But now she's excitedly bouncing on her toes because two of her favorite people are about to get married.
The blue of her dress compliments the color of his dress pants and pairs well with his dark green button-down.
They stand in front of the captain and Hector takes Ada's hands in his.
He slips her mother's wedding band from her right ring finger to her left and lifts her hand up to press the sweetest kiss to the metal.
"Hector, do you take Adeline to be your wife?"
"I do." He beams down at her.
"Adeline, do you take Hector to-"
"I do!" She answers quickly, squeezing his hands. Her cheeks warm, almost embarrassed at her own eagerness if it weren't for the hearts in his eyes.
"Well then," The Captain chuckles, "I pronounce you husband and wife."
As soon as the words leave their lips, one of Hector's arms wraps around her waist and the other holds the back of her neck as he pulls her into a deep kiss. Her feet leave the ground and she kisses back just as hard, burying her hands in his hair.
Rowan's little cheer pulls them back to the world and she suddenly throws herself at them, hugging their waists.
"You're my brother now!" She says excitedly.
He and Ada share a look before they start to laugh.
"I suppose, legally, yes, I am, Sappling," He grins, pulling both of his girls closer, "Does this make me a Rooney?"
"I think... " Ada's fingers lightly holding his chin brings his attention back solely to her, "This actually makes me an Escaton."
There's no way to describe the feeling that fills his chest, complete adoration isn't enough. He suddenly cups her cheeks and kisses her again, even deeper than the last time.
"So then, Mrs. Escaton," He grins as he pulls back, giving her lips another quick peck, "My everything... What should we do now?"
It's after dinner, Rowan has gone back to the room and the newlyweds are enjoying a drink together in one of the lounges when they hear a familiar tune being played by the band.
Hector sees the soft and almost longing look on her face and he stands, offering her his hand.
She doesn't bother trying to hide her blush as she takes it, "Since when can you read minds?"
He chuckles and pulls her to his chest, his left hand finding her waist, "I've always been able to read your mind, Adeline. You're an open book to me."
There's a few other couples on the dance floor, but to them, as she threads her fingers into his hair and lays her head on his shoulder, they're the only ones in the world.
He leans his cheek against her head, kissing her temple.
"And besides," He pulls away just enough to give her a small spin under his arm before tugging her close again, "I think it's about time we had our first dance."
She squeezes his hand tighter and hides her face against his neck. Then he hears her sniffle so he holds her closer and kisses her hair as they sway to the music.
"I love you," She says quietly, "I don't know how I ever got so lucky."
"I assure you, I'm the lucky one here."
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