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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Keni
if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
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Kaledo Art
we're not kids anymore.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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My Fics
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow: Complete!
Nucky has a daughter. She’s exactly the nightmare you’d expect.
Hand in Hand to Hell: There’s a lot of Lanskiano in this one, folks!
Latest Chapter: The Fever Called Living
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@fancykraken made this amazing meter of how infuriating Charlie Luciano is in any given chapter
Bibliography of the books I read to write these beasts
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow tag
Hand in Hand to Hell tag
Misogynists love to point out that women are the ones who file for divorce 70% of the time and paint this as proof that women are flighty and disloyal when in all actuality it is because straight dudes are too lazy and selfish to do it. They’d rather be miserable and live in a domestic double hostage situation for the rest of their life than possibly have to sell their boat in the divorce and wash their own underwear in their divorced dad apartment.
Like, dude, you are not ‘committed to making the marriage work’, if you were committed to making the marriage work, you would treat your wife with basic respect and try to be a good partner.
Dude, my ex was the most incapable human on planet earth. No way could he have organized and followed through on a legal matter like divorce. No way would I have trusted him. But he also enjoyed access to my bank accounts, energy, administrative skills, and life while giving nothing in return. Why would he walk away from that?
But I had a friend who did trust her ex. Uncontested. No kids. They did it DIY. Notary signed them. He filed them.
He filed them in a county neither of them lived in or had ever lived in. Judge rejected them. She thought she was divorced for years (and that’s on her for not making sure she got a final decree). But still.
they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws
some pictures of jack in spider noir
credits to x
This is the closest I’m ever going to get to seeing Clara and Richard somewhere other than my mind and I’m being unbearable about it.
me whenever flint's on screen
JACK HUSTON as FLINT MARKO Spider-Noir (2026)
"That's my little meow meow!" I say, pointing at a traumatised war veteran with spider powers played by 60yo Nicolas Cage
never related to authors being like "childhood is such a blessed innocent time", catch me with that jane eyre shit like "such dread as children only can feel" and "I then sat with my doll on my knee til the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room"
"Adults can change their circumstances; children cannot. Children are powerless, and in difficult situations they are the victims of every sorrow and mischance and rage around them, for children feel all of these things but without any of the ability that adults have to change them. Whatever can take a child beyond such circumstances, therefore, is an alleviation and a blessing."
I find this passage from the Mary Oliver essay "Staying Alive" very poignant and true.
writers, instead of asking ai for help, you can always use your childhood trauma and repressed issues to help you with that fic
my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: “they fought. it was intense.”
The last of the classically trained tumblrinas
*clutching a gunshot wound*
i still have...so many... restaurants to go to...
Here’s a piece from a chapter I’m writing set in spring 1923.
“Nora,” Nucky said, “when Clara was your age, she was in love with Jeff Tesreau.”
Clara stopped.
Richard looked at her.
Nora asked quickly, “Who is Jeff Tesreau?”
“A pitcher,” Nucky said.
Clara laughed. “Father. I cannot believe you remember that.”
“I remember many things.”
“Selectively.”
“Usefully.”
Richard spoke. “Jimmy. Has mentioned. This.”
Clara turned to him. “Traitor.”
Richard looked down at Tommy. “It was. Mentioned.”
“By Jimmy?” Nora asked.
“Yes.”
“Often?”
Richard considered. “Enough.”
Nucky’s mouth twitched. “She was ridiculous with it.”
“I was not ridiculous,” Clara answered, clearly offended.
“You knew every score associated with that man,” Nucky said. “Every outing. Every inning. You were a little walking, talking ledger book of his pitching record.”
Clara lifted her chin. “A girl should have interests.”
“You had a shrine made of box scores.”
“That is a slander.”
“It was in your desk.”
“That was organization.”
“It had dates.”
“That is what organization means.”
June had one hand over her mouth now. Eli looked delighted.
Nucky settled back, enjoying himself in the dangerous way of a man who had found an old harmless weapon and forgotten all weapons had edges.
“I took her and James to New York,” he said. “A Giants game. Afterward, some of the players joined us for supper.”
Clara covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. “Oh no,” she whispered.
“Oh yes,” Nucky said. “Including Jeff Tesreau himself.”
Nora gasped.
Clara lowered her hands enough to glare at her. “Do not gasp. You are supposed to be on my side.”
“I am,” Nora said. “That is why I need details.”
Nucky’s smile became downright wicked. “Clara forgot how to eat steak.”
Tommy, who had been half asleep leaning against Richard, opened his eyes.
“Clara loves steak.”
Clara looked down at him, mortified and affectionate at once. “While that is true, my father is also correct.”
Nucky lit a cigarette, which June permitted only because the room had already survived foyer legends and Clara’s romantic baseball ledger. Smoke curled upward between them, thin and silver.
“Harrow,” Nucky said.
Richard looked up.
“He’s also a pitcher.”
Clara blinked. “What?”
Nucky watched her through the smoke.
“Tesreau. Harrow. Pitchers.”
Clara stared at him. “That is not a category of man.”
“It is when you are Clara Thompson.”
Eli laughed.
Clara turned to him. “Do not encourage this!”
Nucky waved the cigarette slightly. “What girl besides you loves baseball?”
“Baseball is extremely lovable.”
“What girl,” Nucky continued, “besides you, loves baseball the way you love baseball?”
Clara frowned. “It is math. It is rules. It is angles. It is men making elaborate decisions and then pretending chance has offended them personally. It is…”
“No one asked for a telegraph report.”Nucky tapped ash neatly into the tray. “Girls who love ballplayers usually love sluggers.”
Nora looked interested. “Why?”
“Because sluggers are theater,” Nucky said. “They command attention. They swing and everyone sees the result. Crowd roars, ball goes up, boy becomes a hero before the thing even lands.”
Willie nodded despite himself.
Nucky’s eyes stayed on Clara.
“But a pitcher,” he said, “is different. A pitcher is all waiting. Control. Nerves. A private argument conducted in public. He stands there alone, makes everyone watch the smallest motion, and half the game happens before anyone else realizes something has begun.”
Clara’s face had changed.
Richard had gone very still.
Nucky’s voice softened just enough to become dangerous.
“What girl loves a pitcher?” he asked.
Clara did not answer.
Nucky looked at Richard, then back at her.
“You.”
Jeff Tesreau was a real pitcher, and mentions of Clara’s crush are sprinkled through out T3.
briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home
Sometimes I’ll be living my life, as one does, and be suddenly stricken by the thought of how difficult it must have been for Richard to shave.
LADIES ('nd gentlemen) I HAVE A NEW CRUSH officially
(!) Sensitive content
Hell, Richard looks so gorgeous when not wearing his mask 😭🤲
P.S. His pre-war photo 💔
[ Boardwalk Empire | 2×4, 2×5 ]
Sleeping. Season one.
