you can call me owl or rachel; 20s; she/her; multifandom, multishipper; bi; i do art sometimes but this has just become a place to put my obsessions art tag: #owl’s art ; writing tag: #owl writes
so, a little while ago i posted the last snippet of part 1 of my haunted house au aka i believe in magic and the wonderful @trombonechurchill asked if i would post all of part 1 together anywhere.
i am planning on posting everything on ao3 at some point after i do a couple more rounds of edits and maybe write a little more of part 2 BUT i was wondering if anyone would want to be tagged in a post on here with the link once i do post it on ao3
so, if you are interested in being tagged in that hypothetical future post and/or if you just want to tagged in any future haunted house au updates, please interact with this post and i will be sure to tag you one way or another <3
thank you all again for all the support on this, i love and appreciate you all so so so much!!
nasa is using a 3D world graphic for the solar eclipse thingy today where germany is still devided in east and west adjfglkafdhgadfg. buddies, it's been almost 40 years.
So I showed this to a physicist and they were like "Oh! Yes! It's a figure from Fred Espenak's very old paper where he did a bunch of eclipse graphics! I've been looking at these my entire internet life, basically, for every solar eclipse! They called him Mr. Eclipse. He just passed away recently 🥺"
Anyway apparently Mr. Eclipse made 5000 years' worth of solar eclipse graphics, which you can find the simpler versions of here
So now instead of laughing at NASA for their outdated graphics I'm emotional about Mr. Eclipse and his hard work
"Tutorial" on how to draw an OC with dwarfism (well, some of it).
Boring tired disclaimer: Keep in mind that this is an introductory "drawing" "tutorial" and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. Which happens to be true for everything in general.
You are heavily encouraged to do your own research because this does not contain everything you should know before making a character with any type of dwarfism.
Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.
If (when) you repost this on pinterest at least put a link to the original post somewhere..
apropos of my current theme: i was tagged to share by @corporatebanana & @sierranovembr <3
have some "buck goes to tommy post drug addiction (except i started writing this before the episode aired, so we didn't know it was oxy yet (would you give benzos to an addict? who knows))" wip
He told Tommy everything. He'd told the story a couple of times now, but different people got different details. No one had gotten the whole story, all at once.
His throat wouldn't cooporate, when he attempted to swallow. Lately, his body forgot how to swallow sometimes. Like the connection was severed and his brain no longer knew what muscles to use. The spit sat on his tongue, until the connection came back.
Tommy wasn't saying anything. He was upset, but he wasn't saying anything. He was sitting there, tears in his eyes, just looking.
”I don't know what to do,” he said quietly.
”No, of course not,” Tommy said. ”Of course you don't.”
”I'm back in therapy, but I– I don't talk about it. Everytime I try, my throat closes up.”
”Do you like them? Your therapist?”
”I think so. She's nice. And she doesn't mind when I don't say anything at all.”
”Does she know about the benzos?”
Swallowing was easier this time. ”No,” Buck said to Tommy's shoulder. There was a white piece of lint on his shirt. ”I lie about it.”
Tommy nodded. ”Are you on them now?”
”No. Couldn't drive, if I was. They make me sleepy.” He took a deep breath. And another one. ”I don't think I should be driving at all. I dissociate a lot.”
Tommy was trying his best to keep up, but Buck could tell he was getting overwhelmed. ”Is that a new thing?”
”Uh, no. I've been doing it most of my life. When I get injured, I tend to check out. Not when people are around, but when they're not. When I'm alone, I sort of … disappear. Especially in hospital rooms. Hasn't happened in a while, though. I think I forgot what it felt like. Or maybe it feels different now. It didn't used to scare me.”
”The meds.” Tommy shifted in his seat. ”Do the meds help with that?”
”No,” Buck laughed a little. ”They make it worse.” He laughed again. ”Prolonged use can give neurological problems.” He shook his head. ”I need to stop, Tommy. I need to get off of them. But I can't fucking exist in my own head. I– Please. Tommy, please.”
The first please had barely left his lips, before Tommy was up and out of his chair. ”I've got you. I've got you. I'm here. I'm here, Evan.”
Tommy's hand on the back of his neck was the only thing keeping him tethered to his body.
here's another snippet for the crash that jeep wip
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“Kinard!”
Sal Deluca was a fucking Godsend some days.
He didn’t want to move from Evan’s side and only did so because the paramedic Sal brought with him elbowed him out of the way. She immediately called for backup through her radio.
“We have a child in the back still,” Tommy managed as he tried his hardest to not interfere. He wasn’t there with the tools needed to extract Evan and he didn’t have the skills to treat him outside of applying the makeshift tourniquet.
Fuck, he was so useless.
Sal dove into action, using his Halligan to pop the buckled back door open and stepped back just long enough for a second paramedic to check Theo before he cut the car seat free the same way James did.
“T’mmy?”
Even over the sirens and shouting and crying, Tommy heard Evan calling out for him.
“Yeah, yes. I’m here.”
“Go with Theo.”
He couldn’t think of anything worse.
“Evan…”
“He lost his par’nts in a crash. He’s all alone. Don’t let him be alone.”
It was Sal who shoved him to follow the pair that were scurrying off with the boy. “We’ll take care of him. Be with the kid.”
With the exception of his own, no other captain could have given that order and made Tommy obey, but Tommy trusted Sal above anyone else, so he reached in as well as he could to give Evan’s shoulder a squeeze – fuck, it would kill him if that was the last time he touched him – and followed Theo.
the Crash That Jeep excerpt i promised after it won the poll.
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“You have t’help Theo.”
The inside of his thigh was sliced up.
Fuck.
“I will help him when I am done helping you.”
Evan whimpered. “He’s just a baby…”
“I know, but he’s okay for now.”
“He’s my baby.”
He could not focus on that bombshell, so he instead reached for his own belt, unbuckling it and yanking it through the loops to reach in and secure it around Evan’s upper thigh, then slid a piece of the doorframe that had snapped off through the belt.
“I’m so sorry for how much this is going to hurt.”
He twisted and twisted and grimaced through the cries Evan let out directly into his ear.
“Red, fuck, Tommy. It’s fucking red.”
His hand slapped against Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy twisted just once more and secured it, pulling a pathetic, heartbreaking whimper out of Evan.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Tommy breathed and cupped Evan’s face with his blood-stained hands to press an apologetic kiss to his forehead. His thumbs wiped at the tears that streamed down Evan’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
“I safe-worded. You’re s’pposed to stop when I do that.”
howdy, gang. i have been mia for a few days in which time i have been tagged for wip stuff by @corporatebanana, @sierranovembr, @devirnis, @owlgirl495 and @bidisasterevankinard. thank you, loves. tagging you back for next time along with @thecarrott, @capitalnineteen, and @sad-girl-hours23
this is a little bit of another saltommy kinktober fic, with the basic premise of: what if you accidentally had phone sex with your straight friend? lol, and indeed lmao, this is incredibly normal and tommy feels fine about it.
"You know that feeling," Sal says, his voice low and distracting and right in Tommy's ear. "When you just gotta fuck. When it feels like it's been fuckin' years since you got touched the right way."
"Uh-huh," Tommy says, his throat dry. He does know that feeling. Kind of. He's not sure if the hasty no-eye-contact handies he exchanged with Alvarez in basic, or the time he got wasted and blew a guy extremely poorly in a club bathroom about five years ago counts as in the right way, but he does, theoretically, know that feeling.
"Wait," Sal says, suddenly sounding a lot more awake, and Tommy's stomach swoops in dread because he knows that tone. Sal might be in his phone as Dumbass #1, but the sneaky little fucker is dangerously insightful and observant when he wants to be. "Kinard, are you watching porn?"
"Not…right now," Tommy says.
Sal laughs like it's the best thing ever. "And there's you making me feel like I'm the only sad sack, horny bastard on this call."
"Man, shut up," Tommy grumbles, annoyingly aware that his dick has not flagged at all.
Being able to draw older people as attractive without reducing or erasing the visual signs of aging, and in fact showing that they're attractive because of those signs, is an artistic skill that should be valued so much more. Honestly, it should earn you an immediate fortune because holy fuck is it a rare commodity. There are so many artists who seem to think attractiveness and aging exist in opposition to each other, so they smooth every wrinkle, erase every crease, and de-age the character until they're basically thirty with silver hair. But when an artist can look at crow's feet, smile lines, weathered skin, deep-set wrinkles, and all the little traces of a life well lived and say, "No, that's what makes them beautiful," that's a level of artistic observation and care I wish we celebrated more often.
my take on the au "Rocky/eridian scientists secretly extend Grace's lifespan" is that. It would mean that once again, Grace has medical experiences decided FOR him, out of his control, re the forced coma or (if we go by book canon), the amnesia drugs. I enjoy the au not for wholesome reasons but for decidedly evil ones lolol. Would Rocky, traumatised by loss, so co-dependent with Grace that he cannot bear losing him, and desperate to "fix" every problem, go against Grace's knowledge? Maybe. Would Grace, on learning what was done to him, have the biggest blow up since the Denmark incident? Oh yeah baby. And this time, alllllll directed at his best friend in the universe. Because, deep down (probably subconsciously), Grace will always have those doubts. "I trusted someone before and they violated my autonomy in every possible way. What's the chances it'll happen again? I'm at the mercy of the Eridians here in the bio-dome, but they'd never abuse that power dynamic... right?" Oooohhh it's the opposite of a sweet, funny au. It's Grace's nightmares come alive. Crucially, even if Grace WANTS to live longer, it would be such a manifestation of his trauma that I feel it would create a massive rift between him and Rocky. But also, it would force them to both recognise why this has happened: Rocky, unable to let go, and Grace, unable to trust.
reminder that ao3 does not recommend typing directly onto their site. the site doesn’t automatically save works for you. if the site crashes, if your wifi gets disconnected, if you lose power, if there’s a glitch, you risk losing everything you’ve typed down. type your work elsewhere. safe your work elsewhere. then copy and paste it onto ao3
The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo is HANDES DOWNES the best series of anything to have been made by anyone ever. You’ll laugh you’ll cry you’ll quote it forever and be silently disappointed that a person you thought would know it doesn’t know it & then you won’t know how to accurately convey HOW MUCH it means to you without sounding like you’re overselling something well anyway
