Welcome! I'm Petiolata 😊 you can also call me Wasps.
Since I get asked sometimes: you can write fics based off of fic ideas or snippets I've posted--nothing would make me happier. Please let me know when it's posted so I can read it too!
In addition: Non-commercial, non-AI use of my fanfics or fanfic ideas is also fine for podfics, fanart, and fic remixes or spinoffs.
Re: AI: I will never post or deliberately reblog AI content. If you see me reblog any AI content, please let me know so I can remove it from my tumblr.
Re: blocking: I block liberally and often have no issue with the people I block (for example blocking people with popular posts so I don't have to see their viral post for the tenth time). If you want to follow this blog or talk to me about something but have been blocked, let me know elsewhere and I'll unblock you.
ABOUT ME
My favorite thing in the world is stories, both reading and writing them. I write everything from fluff to darkfic, in lengths from drabbles to longfic and novels. I write gen, I write M/M, F/F, and M/F, whatever catches my fancy at the moment.
I have chronic fatigue + physical disabilities and I use Dragon NaturallySpeaking to dictate most of my writing, and Audacity to record my dictations in case Dragon fails without me noticing. If I complain about editing a lot, it's because Dragon, while pretty good, f**ks up a LOT of sentences. Editing is my nemesisssss.
Current fandoms: DC (Batfam), APH, Warhammer (both 40k and Fantasy).
(POSSIBLY) RELEVANT BELIEFS:
—I'm very pro-fanon, fuck canon, do what you want. Fandom is for fun.
—I like Death of the Author and reader-response theory. I feel like every time someone reads one of my stories, they're bringing their own unique contribution to it. If my fic has been read 1,000 times, then it has 1,000 cowriters.
— Should go without saying, but: there are multiple ways to interpret creative works and no one right interpretation of them.
—I think canon is about what's in the source material itself, statements made by the directors or actors or writers on Twitter or in interviews don't count as canon.
—I'm staunchly anti-censorship.
WARNINGS:
I love nature and animals, so I often reblog posts of them, which can include ones that are common phobias (spiders, bugs, snakes). I am a descriptive tagger as my default--spiders are tagged as "spiders", bugs tagged as "bugs", and snakes tagged as "snakes". You can apply this logic to any animal I post--a lizard would be tagged as "lizards" and so on.
Posts about mental health and trauma will be tagged as such.
RELEVANT TAGS & LINKS:
OP - posts where I am the original poster
petiolata reads - quotes and musings on things I'm reading
my AO3 account - all my wonderful fics
snippets - fics ideas, snippets and drabbles here on Tumblr
hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"
Princess: an effeminate and relatively youthful male homosexual or lesbian (1931-4)
Daffodil: effeminate young man (1925)
To throw a fuck into: to have sex with (1919)
Top sergeant: a masculine lesbian (1939) [‘she takes command of the girls’ privates’]
Lily: penis (1919)
Wolf: sexually aggressive man (1847); a homosexual top (1918)
Soul kiss: a deep kiss, involving putting one’s tongue into one’s partner’s mouth (1907)
Tom: a lesbian (1909); [in 'old tom'] prostitute catering to lesbians (1966)
Church mouse: a male homosexual who frequents crowded churches in order to fondle any potential sex partners. (1941)
Discover one's gender: to accept or acknowledge one’s homosexuality (1941) / Lose one's gender: To return to living as a heterosexual
Minty: a masculine lesbian (1941)
Also a lot of early 20th century vulgarity is recorded in Letter from My Father, which is a collection of letters published by a man who's dad was, in short, a major slut and human disaster who wrote about his sex life for his son. It's insane. You can find copies of it online & it's a wild fucking read (literally!) and I think a really interesting look at the life of a person who goes against our stereotypes of what people in the past were "supposed" to be like.
Anyways feel free to add y'all's favs to this post. & if you use this for gay historical fanfic please share with the class
#OH THIS IS EXTREMELY EXTREMELY HELPFUL#writing#resources#saving for later#maybe i should move my 1920s story from '25 to '27 because..... bro..........
note for writers: these are dated to the first time they were recorded, not necessarily to their first use. I imagine for many of these, they came about naturally through spoken language before they were written down anywhere. This is especially true of more underground slang because it's probably being recorded (in ways we still have) the least. So if you wanna use a term but it's a little off date-wise, give yourself some wiggle room.
also gonna take this moment to highlight two more i found recently:
Best boy: a sweetheart, a boyfriend, a husband. (1893) [w the obvious equivalent term 'best girl']
Honeydripper or honeydrips: a sexual partner (1917)
Like. Honeydripper?????? That's so horny I can't stop thinking about it. We need to bring THAT back
I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
I kept drawing fanart of Narcissus and Goldmund the way I imagine them reading the novel, but I love the musical as well, so I had to do at least one fanart of the musical 🥰
Part of me wants to choose one thing and stick with it. It's hard to market myself as a photographer, dancer, tarot reader, painter, illustrator, author, and florist all at once.
One of my uncles ran (maybe he still does, I'm not sure actually) a flower shop from which he also did singing telegrams, hot air balloon rides during which he could legally officiate weddings as the captain of a registered vessel, and the traffic reports for the local radio station (plus gorillagrams, but he sometimes hired a guy for those because the suit was really stuffy and I don't blame him, South Carolina heat doesn't fuck around). He just lumped it all together under the persona of Captain Telegram and called it a career and nobody could tell him shit about shit, because whatever he felt like adding to the job description, that's just what Captain Telegram does, of course he's doing it because he's Captain Telegram. I think your list of stuff might actually be slightly more cohesive than his even, but it definitely reminds me of him.
(I came by my ADHDtism very honestly and it really shows when you look at the rest of my family, lmao.)
attached to robots but in a "feel like I was manufactured for a purpose that no longer exists and there is zero hope of anyone ever bothering to replace my obsolete parts as they break down" way
in a "feel like I was specifically programmed while everyone else around me has free will" way
in a "at least that way I would know what my purpose is" way
in a "mundane maintenance routines as an act of dedication" way
machine not as the immortal that outlives its precious creator, but as inevitably replaceable, perpetually decaying, and terrified of losing its purpose
I love when you go on a date with someone and you’re like. well that was neither wonderful nor horrendous. You seem Fine. I’m sure if this was the 18th century and we were gentry arranged married to secure our fathers respective land interests we would care for each other in our way. you would buy me nice horses that I really had no interest in but would admire how gentle you were with them and when I died in labor during my third pregnancy you would tell our surviving heirs that their mother was a handsome woman who never drank too much and embarrassed herself in company
