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i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street
Once Iāve finished pondering my orb I begin orbiting my pond
Slowly, slowly enough that Vi has time to pull away if she wants to, to stop what now seems to be inevitableāCaitlyn lets her hand drift. She curls her fingers around Viās neck, and tries not to think about the way her hair should be tickling her skin as she presses forward. Their mouths are centimeters apart. Caitlyn should be able to feel the brush of Viās rapid, shallow breaths against her lips as she tilts her head down, their noses almost touching now. Vi sways forward, her eyelashes fluttering as a shaky exhale fills the air between them.
read mors immatura on AO3 art commissioned from @peachesartplace
Fandom: Arcane Pairing: Caitlyn/Vi Rating: E | Warnings: None Words: 5,095 (10,244 total) | Status: In Progress (Chapter 3 of 5)
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don't forget to feed your favorite authors
Also don't forget to feed your favorite authors
don't forget to feed your favorite authors
I'm so old i remember when people liked using Windows
That's because they stuck these bad boys to them
Oh wow, that IS better.
Opened a bag of rice by unraveling the red strings, without needing scissors
feeling like a GOD
having long hair but in a 90s alt boi kind of way
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I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs
Yeah sure weāve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someoneās life?
Tidbits of information - (āI graduated today!ā) - and small joys (āItās my birthday!ā) and you get to be there to say āThis chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us thisā.
I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and itās the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.
Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didnāt match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.
Thereās an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they donāt, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.
And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadnāt updated in over a decade. I wasnāt even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldnāt see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadnāt thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.
And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.
I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.
Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.
Keep thinking about this Austin Walker post that now lives in my brain. It's a reply to people saying genAI can help creators 'develop concepts' and waste less time on research (x)
. Żā ā¹ . ŻĖ . Ż Fuck off and give me the ball . Żā ā¹ . ŻĖ . Ż
Still feeling fucking fantastic
I wrote a fic! And made some art to go with it!
"Architecturally, Even", where Caitlyn is a prosecutor and Vi is a court sketch artist, they collide at a corner, Vi's things fall, and Cait sees Vi's sketches of her...
read it here! š
Love Lies Bleeding (2024) dir. Rose Glass