a dazzle of dying shadow

andrea | queer | certified lurker

[potluck-s]

wip wednesday

sorry for missing a week, my brain's been in hell ✌🏽

next chapter of the thoughtfulness of thirst (x)

"Mehta?" Samira gasps, appalled. "Dr. Mehta is gossiping about me?" Normally, the kind of chatter she picks up about herself is enough to make her want to crawl into a dark hole and decompress for a little while. The first time she'd overheard Langdon call her Slo-Mo, Robby and Collins chuckling like he was being clever, she'd cried the entire drive home and then for another twenty minutes as she sat, miserable, in the parking spot she paid a property management company thirty bucks a month to use. Speculation about her dating life is light fare in comparison, but it still makes her feel uncomfortably exposed. The relationship she may or may not have with Emery is private, intimate, not up for public dissection between coworkers trying to pass the time.

and three sentences from an exes-to-cheaters abo au

Samira gets a text from an unknown number at 3:18 AM. No hello, no name, no reference to their conversation, just an address. She takes a moment to update Emery's contact details.

[loveridden1999]

me every summer btw if you even care

[capybaralovers]

[thememedaddy]

[gravvy15]

Mowalsh loosely based on The Rush of Blood by sunlightforakiss on A03

[gaybichon]

not even funny how true this is for me

[dailypittwomen]

Navigating Hollywood’s ‘boys’ club’ prepared these actors for ‘The Pitt’

[potluck-s]

backrooms 2 should get a little mormon with it. kinda crazy how much the bad sad architecture looks like every meetinghouse I went to growing up

[gravvy15]

Having my phone stolen while traveling inspired me to actually draw on my iPad for the first time in 5 years. Emery and Samira loosely based on chapter 6 of “let it happen” by strryeyedlvr on A03 and Jack Vettrianos “After Midnight”.

[thesoldiersminute]

Mother Mary dir. David Lowery | 2026

[theorangepdf]

reading a good poem makes a poem of your own start bubbling in your chest. like woah someone just turned the heat of the stove on high

[softipop]

that weird femme with big brown eyes and fear of abandonment will save you.

[scout-spaeny]

guys that’s literally my wife

[wellwishesforya]

Supriya Ganesh: My Strange Dysphoria Upon Moving to the U.S.

[morallyambiguous]

upstream, mary oliver; gravity and grace, simone weil; journal of a solitude, may sarton

[dailypittwomen]

Supriya Ganesh photographed by Jojo Korsh for ELLE UK

[potluck-s]

wip wednesday

we are so back, this time with a bonus snippet from a one-shot :D

next chapter of the thoughtfulness of thirst (x)

"Emery." Heart in her throat, Samira grabs the sleeve of Emery's hoodie before she can get too far up the stairs, wrapping her hand around the exposed wrist and blindly groping until she feels a pulse drumming steadily beneath her fingers. It's freezing out, yesterday's snow reduced to piles of icy slush, their breaths escaping in colorless bursts of vapor. A nearby streetlamp catches the planes of Emery's face, the effect almost painterly in the places where shadow softens her edges. "I want..." Samira squeezes, feeling Emery's carpal bones shift beneath her hand.

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an a/b/o exes (who become unexpected coworkers and cheat with each other about it) au that I think I'm finally gonna start working on in earnest.

"How's the boyfriend?" Samira rolls her eyes, fidgeting with her thumb and index finger. "He's a beta." "That's no way to talk about people, Samira," Emery chides, something like glee drenching her every mocking word. "When a beta and an omega love each other very much, they can get through heats just fine. Or so I've been told."