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@aspirinqs
sometimes i have ridiculously lucid dreams about cheers and wake up with intrusive thoughts about tumblr roleplay. you didn't see this.
so! i revived diane because i'm in yet another period of my life where i'd very much benefit from having her around <3 in a MUCH more low-pressure and small-circle way, so give me a holler for a follow but i'll be following folks i've had well-established relationships with
sometimes i have ridiculously lucid dreams about cheers and wake up with intrusive thoughts about tumblr roleplay. you didn't see this.
hello! hi!
posting a psa on my main -- not just my sideblog. grimace emoji.
it's probably apparent but i am taking a tumblr writing break (meaning: i'm all for disco.rd things! they're easier for me to keep up with). i've just been absurdly busy which makes it difficult to retain a momentum here. but the life update is: busy in good ways! i'm giving some big research presentations/talks this spring so preparation for those has been super time-consuming but wonderfully exciting!
"frasier? really?" / @aspirinqs asked for, and therefore Is Receiving, a one-liner
“laura. the past is best left where it is." she frowns. "momentarily. for now.”
i have been awful at (re-)focusing myself here for reasons which make sense and those are (truck rolls by blaring horn), but diane is diane, and my love is my love, and because i notoriously overwhelm myself with starter calls you should come yell at me to post you a quick, dialogue thing
bornfornothin:
He can never tell if she’s fucking with him or not. “Is that some kinda disease ya get from piranhas?” From the context, that doesn’t sound right to him, but it’s his best guess. “I just wanna know if there’s ghosts in liquor stores or what.”
just when this chat has – swum – too far afield, job graciously returns them to the central query. even so, the pinch between diane’s brows takes its time to ease.
“i see.” walking through her thoughts aloud and briskly, “alright. assuming that this is not a charade of some kind, and that you are earnestly asking this – and earnest i know you to be – ” the upward point of a confident index. “i will tell you that spirit is, in fact, a synonym for liquor. which means, that you can rest assured in the knowledge that there is not a haunt to be had.”
bornfornothin:
There’s a moment of silence while Job struggles to pinpoint where he made a joke. “What pun?”
... which fragments into two, respective moments of silence. her brow falls into a frown. she shifts in place. “well, you remember, the one you’ve just said ... by having made specters of spirits. that's termed, paronomasia.”
private and selective ellie harp of one tree hill, written by dax.
bornfornothin:
“Are all liquor stores haunted or somethin’? How come they all got spirits?”
diane nods to herself, like she predicted this ( perhaps not from job specifically, but from someone here certainly ). “ – the puns never do cease.”
highwayj:
norma’s not a bartender, though she’s felt like one often enough: it’s paramount that she handle people and their stories with grace. it’s unprecedented, however — on the job, at least — that anyone express an interest in hers. she’s certainly never been paid to eat her own gooseberry pie, much less by another woman.
she could get used to it.
“— marty lindstrom was my father.” it’s obvious the stranger’s been reading the menu’s history, just from the questions she asks. “the place has been in my family longer than i have. i just keep the doors open.” she also does all of the cooking now, of course, but that seems somehow less substantial. it’s only diner food. / @aspirinqs
“if you don’t mind my saying so,” because she isn’t speaking as a person who has any past here; and she swallows back the ‘in my experience’ detail which would intimate her own, “to keep the doors open to a place with such personal value does not strike me as an endeavor to be preceded by ‘just.’“
but maybe that's too romantic. she's known familial obligation. “and, besides,” diane slants her fork indicatively, and the tines hover above the fruit like an imitative hummingbird. she tries for lighthearted, but it feels as bittersweet to her as the gooseberries taste, “anybody who is responsible for pie as divine as this, has earned their share of pride.”
for the first time since the routine of a hotel check-in, for necessity, she smiles politely and says, for want, “my name is diane.” but not before respectfully laying down her fork. “i suppose newcomers must stand out in a place like this.” that’s unresolved. “not that i’m really, well — ” she waves a hand dismissively; norma isn’t a bartender.
but why does it say boston. i have tried to be cool about this because mostly i have genuinely felt indifferent to kelsey grammer’s “i am bringing back frasier without any other cast member” hill, and am weary of reboots —— but why does it say boston. i am too nd for that detail of it
tori! happy birthday! i hope you've given yourself at least some small act of celebration today. your writing for diane (both in the form of in character posts and ooc meta buried in the tags) is always so elucidating and has such depth and heart. you are the queen of fusing rich narrative writing with clinical like descriptions and thought. maybe more aptly put, your writing has such clinically chosen words and forms. it feels so unique and is very enjoyable to read. wish you all the best! i know you worry about your lack of in character in content but this is my way of telling you any/all writing you take the time to share i dive into enthusiastically so don't sweat it, you can't go wrong.
jordy! i appreciate you and your thoughtfulness. you're such a diligent writer, so this isn't something i take lightly. <3
i am so glad to read this feedback. what's particularly enjoyable/gratifying/etc./etc. for me about diane is that, because of who the character is, she allows me to incorporate all of the academic silliness (and not just silliness! i do have my complicated love for it all) which i am surrounded by 25/8. she's a good outlet whether for language/experiences i recognize and find valuable or satirizing other aspects of it. because, oh, god ... lol. it's all very contextual.
and your reassurances for these recent times go a long way. believe me. (i, too, am forever expanding out your tags...)
@unrepugnant / from.
wouldn't this all be easier? if he could just, you know, chalk all this up to one big, elaborate joke? oh, he's sure it would be. for someone else, anyone else, some place far, far, ... far away from here. the lucky son of a bitch. ❝ diane – ❞ sam begins, pausing for ( for what? she's waiting, you dope! ) just a second, to, well, gather his thoughts. figure out how to put this delicately. try so damn hard not to balloon - burst a laugh straight in her face. ❝ look, diane – ❞ and now he's just stalling for time. it's now or never, and every second he takes is a second longer she'll be looking at him like that. ❝ well, you'd be a worm, diane ... ❞ he says, plainly, as if this is the wholehearted, eloquent response he's been waiting for.
it isn't. oh, boy, is it not that.
after all of those false starts, tattletales of thoughtful redirections, diane had expected sam to come up with at least something. something she may analyze about him – about them. she hadn’t anticipated keats, no, but she isn’t entirely confident what to make of him restating the, well, components of the hypothetical ( truthfully, she does not wish to ). her brow furls, and it furls, as she looks left, looks right, looks undecidedly at him.
she intends for an even tone, but it enters the air as perplexed, “yes.”
surely it cannot end on the uninspired ground of empiricism: in worms and dirt? ( it isn’t about the worm, sam, but that which the worm conveys of the imagination and philosophies of the person to whom such an object is posed. )
“that is the – underlying premise.” she smiles with a revived hope, lays her hands over his to pause and focus him. theater director-ly, while hanging on every tonal endnote: “go on: try again. this time, without being so empirical.”
happy birthday! i always love seeing you on my dash and it seems like you always have something interesting to say about diane and all your other muses. hope you have a good day!
aah, thank you! i just love my 'They Who Speak in Antiquated Language' fools too much. (blows kiss into the universe for perry.)
know it's mutual. you're a writer's writer. <3
tori happy birthday!!!! i hope you have a truly wonderful day, it’s always such a joy to see you and diane on the dash ♥️ i hope this next year is a great one for you!!
river, thank you! likewise. it's so hard not to volley back these sentiments, because it's xeno. the xeno!
Happy birthday Tori my beloved!!! You mean the world to me and I hope you’re having a phenomenal day as befitting someone as marvelous as you!! ❤️💕🎉🎊🎂🎁🎈
aw, beth! thank you. it's such a delight to have known you just shy of a decade now (?!). back at ya's all around. <3
hey everybody it's @aspirinqs' birthday, everyone celebrate the magic that is tori today, or else!
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hey everybody, i love @alavicci. celebrate syd too, or else!
