I think the reason writers are so weird about their wips is because explaining a story before it's done is like showing someone a dream. it made total sense five seconds ago. it was vivid and real and it meant something. now you're saying the words out loud and watching the other person's face and the whole thing is just. evaporating. "it's about a woman who...okay there's also a house..." and the dream is gone. you killed it by looking at it. don't tell anyone about your wip.
three person poly relationship made up of two people who are already dating trying to coax someone with horrific self worth issues into a loving relationship. stray cat style
they’re all laying together in bed and the couple are both thinking to themselves like good, he stayed the night to cuddle and talk when we offered, he should know that we genuinely care for him and want this to be more then a handful of one night stands. and the stray cat guy is like wow this sure is nice i think i’m falling in love with them. it’s really too bad that they don’t actually give a fuck and hate me and probably want to kill me with hammers for no reason
ok so this is another long shot but a few years ago there was a twitter post (in japanese i think?) that had measurememts for how to make this book stand thing out of cardboard that you could use to double up books and use up more space on shelves
back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore
if it comes down to it i can just take one apart and get the measurements from there but i would be very grateful if anyone happens to have the original post or something similar??
don't mind how long it's been since i made this post, anyway i realized that i don't even need to take one apart to get the measurements when i can literally just unfold it and refold it /FACEPALM
so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!
this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together
and then in the end you put it together like this!!
and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy
EVERYONE START GETTING MORE USE OUT OF YOUR SPACE NOW!!!!
Fandom: Witcher/Star Wars Crossover (Clone Wars Era)
Ships: Vibes only (geraskier, codywan, lambert/aiden. Can be read without that read)
Rating: T (because of the swearing of course)
Words: 13,832
Summary: The 212th land on a previously unknown planet, and some of the locals are more like the Clones then anyone expected.
Fandom: Witcher/Star Wars Crossover (Clone Wars Era)
Ships: Vibes only (geraskier, codywan, lambert/aiden. Can be read without that read)
Rating: T (because of the swearing of course)
Words: 13,832
Summary: The 212th land on a previously unknown planet, and some of the locals are more like the Clones then anyone expected.
Fandom: Witcher/Star Wars Crossover (Clone Wars Era)
Ships: Vibes only (geraskier, codywan, lambert/aiden. Can be read without that read)
Rating: T (because of the swearing of course)
Words: 13,832
Summary: The 212th land on a previously unknown planet, and some of the locals are more like the Clones then anyone expected.
Someone please poke me in 3 hrs to post my star wars/witcher fic (not the one that was inspired by hearthburn, which I'm ALSO working on. This one is very different)
I WANTED to post it yesterday, for obvious reasons. But despite pushing to finish it, I eventually had to go to bed.
And I didn't get it to a place I was happy with till I was almost late to work. (Okay, I exaggerate. I still had 15 minutes but I DID almost forget the Cinco de mayo potluck at work. I got all the way out to my car before I remembered my portion of the potluck in the car)
At any rate, I got the official @socially-awkward-chocobo seal of approval about an hour ago and now I just gotta get home. at least I was able to use the work day to brainstorm a title.
Protagonist now remembers key facts about important people. He no longer develops convenient amnesia between cutscenes.
Protagonist now has a cooldown on certain adverbs. Adverbs have been buffed by 30% to compensate.
Developer note: Adverbs are important to writing but they are sometimes overused. This change keeps adverbs relevant while encouraging the use of adjectives and verbs.
The horse now has a name.
Deuteragonist snark power has been increased to 150, up from 75.
Back-to-back repeated words that resulted from sentence rearranging or start/stop editing have been cleared.
Paragraphs which contained two or more instances of the same adjective have had their adjectives updated to accurately reflect a player’s vocabulary inventory.
Minor time traveling issues have been resolved, all characters should now exist in the same tense.
Punctuation has been improved. Commas have been reduced by half.
Characters sighing has been reduced by 30%.
Characters looking at things or people during conversations has been reduced by 40%. To make up for this, characters thinking about the conversation has been boosted and descriptive narrative has been added.
what do you mean i spent all that time imagining the scene i wanted to write piece by piece in perfect clarity so i'd know what to write, but now i have to sit down and actually write it???? i already did that??? in my head??? why the fuck would i do it again??
Imagine. Ryland Grace only able to explain his greatest shame -- his inability to rise to the occasion of saving Earth -- to Rocky in broken Eridian.
Ryland, in slow and clumsy hums, agreeing with the claim from Stratt all that time ago that because he had nobody, it was justified to send him. And admitting that it's this same logic that has allowed him to be at peace with dying shortly after he reaches Erid, because there is nobody who would miss him.
And Rocky, who was initially going to poke fun at his friend's hilariously bad Eridian, suddenly feeling the weight of their language divide when all he can reply is
I gave them the rest of class to work on their assignment and ask questions. Naturally, some of them would rather goof off. As we speak, the kid who asked the question is fashioning some kind of figure out of modelling clay. Clay seems to be very 'in' right now. I'm lucky I'm not the one who has to clean it off the desks.
I resist the urge to reach under my sleeve and rub my arm. The skin still pinches and pulls uncomfortably sometimes, even all these years later. I started washing with cold water years ago because it's so sensitive to heat. Makes me feel like I should be drinking a kale smoothie and teaching yoga.
I roll my chair over to the keyboard and play: "well, a long time ago, I was exposed to your atmosphere." I make sure to add just the right touch of good-natured annoyance. They should really be working, but I just can't turn down a good biology question.
That gets their attention. If Eridians could gasp, I'm assuming this would be a gasping type scenario. Leia—who asked the question—puts down their modelling clay. A few kids sway their carapaces. I've clearly got their attention.
"You've already been through the basics of human biology before you got here, yes? I key.
"I forgot," chimes a kid near the front with a green-hued carapace. I call them 'Oscar.' Creative, I know.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I've never known any Eridian to forget anything.
"Alright," I key in, accepting defeat. There's no way they'll let this go now. "Can anyone tell me what temperature my biosphere is kept at?"
"22℃!" a kid near the back chimes. In Eridian units, of course.
I point to them. My suspicion that they've been pestering my life support team has been proven correct, but we don't have time to get into that today.
There's a bit of shuffling. I guess a lot of them didn't realize just how cold my biosphere is. xenonite really is amazing stuff.
"Now, the human body is pretty great at maintaining internal temperature. when it's too hot, we sweat. when it's too cold, we shiver." massive oversimplification. We haven't gotten to the circulatory system yet. We're supposed to be studying earth—heh, Erid—science right now, for Pete's sake. (turns out kids everywhere love learning about volcanoes).
"Why didn't skin protect you question?
Right. Why wouldn't my kids would do the Eridian equivalent of anthropomorphizing me? It's a logical fallacy we both have in common. You are a thinking creature like me, ergo we must be just alike.
I stretch my fingers before keying: "because my skin is mostly living tissue. Individual cells aren't so good at regulating direct contact to high temperatures." might as well get it all out of the way now. "Besides, your atmosphere is highly corrosive to me."
There's a long silence. Two littler kids near the front hunker down and pull their arms up around them. There's some anxious chirping near the back. Their writing pads are entirely forgotten. Oh boy.
I try to approximate a consoling tone with the modulation tools available to me. Even after all these years, tone is difficult to grasp in the Eridians' beautiful, complex musical language.
It's occurred to me that I'm sort of like their equivalent of Stephen Hawking.
"It's alright," I quickly key. "There was medicine aboard my ship to help me heal and stop the pain."
This doesn't seem to help. The kids are still upset, and now they know it hurt.
"How did this happen question?"
"Did your habitat fail question?" Another kid asks. This sends a melodic, anxious hum through the whole class.
I sigh and wheel my chair over to my blackboard. It's not really a blackboard, of course--the kids wouldn't be able to see chalk smeared over slate, but that's what I call it. It actually more like a etch-a-sketch. I can use a series of dials and joysticks to control a magnet, in order to manipulate iron filings to create drawings my kids can actually see. It took some practice at first, but I'm pretty good at it now.
It takes me the better part of the class period to recount the story of the dangerous tailspin the Hail Mary experienced over Adrian. Side note: class periods where a whole issue when I first decided to resume teaching on Erid. The science cluster wanted five hour classes. I said 'absolutely not,' and managed to haggle them down to an hour and a half. A short class by all accounts for an alien with a crystal brain, but for me and my mushy bowl of salt and potassium it's more than enough.
"Teacher Grace is a hero," Oscar says quietly. The whole class is quiet. I guess it never really occurred to them before. It's been long enough that these kids were only infants when the Hail Mary came to Erid. To them, I'm probably just their kooky alien teacher. They never thought too long about how I actually got here.
They don't even remember astrophage, I think wonderingly.
That thought is what makes me stop. A strange feeling is growing in my chest. Grief? No, I'm happy. I'm happy they never had to go through that gut-wrenching, existential fear. But there's a bittersweet tinge to it, something I can't quite name. I blink rapidly. There's a burr in my throat.
"You save all of us." It's Leia. The kid with the modelling clay, the one who first asked the question about my arm. Their voice is solemn.
"Yeah. Well." I clear my throat, blinking my eyes clear. "You can thank this old man by working on your volcano assignment for the rest of the class. Quietly."
Finally, they get back to work. I turn away to wipe my eyes.
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