clarke griffin apologist

nina. she/her. 30s. writer. student. artist. lover. ao3

[muppetshow2026]

to be honest im really sick of the fact that fat people are supposed to suck it up when other peoples worst fear is looking like them

[nealashitposts]

I cant go to my local libary anymore because last year when I stopped by a librarian was reading a book I wrote under a pen name years ago. This book sold under 10k copies and I've literally only heard people talk about this book online *if* I went looking for it so I went up to them and tried to start a conversation like "oh hey I've heard of that book is it good?" Like hoping for some real feedback and she goes "yeah I love reading things by queer writers" and in a moment of terror I was like "oh but- hold on, I thought the author was some old hetero white guy?!" A thing I thought because I used my own dead grandpa's picture for the author pic because grandpa never had internet. I fake looked it up and was like "yeah if he was queer its not public?" And without looking up this absolute unit goes "oh the author bio is obviously fake. I'd bet my left leg the author is a west coast millennial non-binary queer who has never lived on the east coast." And then proceeded to rattle off a dozen linguistic flourishes that are specfic to the pacific northwest that are in the book and several that are nearly ubiquitous in the state where I said my pen name lives that are somehow completely absent from the book.

So you know. Got read for fifth and didn't even find out if she liked it.

[aurumacadicus]

"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

[captainclickycat]

"Did you know people are getting scared when they read your horror stories?? Did you know that people are laughing when they read your comedy stories?? Isn't that gross? Aren't you scandalised??"

[chinmokutohibiki]

i’ve been having lots of cyberpunk dreams lately

[dreamsaremywords]

Within Shattered Horizons

Field Commander Lexa Woods is part of an elite team sent to the stars to find something they'll need to save the world from catastrophe. She leaves behind her girlfriend, her family, her whole life to do what she's certain she's been destined for since she was a child: be the hero her people need. But even the best-laid plans can go awry.

Lead Glaciologist Clarke Griffin has spent her entire life trying to follow in her father's footsteps. As part of a team undergoing a highly secret mission to save the world, Clarke lives and breathes the job. When she rescues an astronaut who may hold the key to everything, her life will be challenged in every way.

Or: on a countdown to the end of the world, an astronaut and a deep sea diver must team up to save it, and love is a distraction they can't afford. Yet it's impossible to avoid each other on a secret base in a lethal place, and together they might just learn that maybe life should be about more than just surviving...

Read on ao3

[dreamsaremywords]

Chapter 8 update

[troybarnesbucky]

shabbat shalom everyone, stay safe and healthy and cute :)

[rosebramblewolf]

and silly!

[sophsun1]

Salem Saberhagen + Outfits x

[3liza]

IDENTITY EMERGES ORGANICALLY FROM ACTION

[3liza]

IF YOU DONT DO ANYTHING YOU ARENT ANYONE. SORRY

[sassymajesty]

a dwindling, mercurial high, by sassymajesty

Swallowing past the ever growing lump in her throat, Lexa forces herself to say something — because they’ve agreed on this: no hiding, no lying, no shouldering things alone, only open dialogue could give them a fighting chance. “This feels like crossing a line.”

Clarke doesn’t answer right away, tightening her grip around Lexa. It helps, it always does. It keeps her from crumbling, and it only just manages to do the job now. When Clarke speaks, her voice is small. “Haven’t we crossed all of them already?”

“You know what I mean,” Lexa says, peeling her eyes from the white clogs that don't belong to Clarke and turning around in her arms. She keeps her hands on Clarke’s forearms — anything more than this, and it’ll be a lost battle. Not for the first time, Lexa tries to make Clarke see reason, pleads for her to be the rational one between the two of them. “This is your apartment, your bed. Her bed.”

[limbel]

when youre reading smut and youre positive you have their entire geometry figured out but then someone grabs a knees that shouldn be there

[killapunk]

i feel like we've completely killed the ability to just gently tell someone when they're wrong or that their opinions don't pass the vibe check. we have to accommodate every single type of person and all their dogshit opinions OR we have to drive them off the internet, no in between

[killapunk]

like you should be able to tell someone hey i think this belief you hold is harmful and i kindly ask you to reconsider your position or something instead of being like well you're toxic and everyone should dogpile you until you die or just being like welllllll it's not my business teehee they can perpetuate whatever they want

[killapunk]

conversely i think we've also killed the ability to accept this kind of gentle criticism lol people just run to hide behind their identities .. im literally neurodivergent and a minor

[acountrycottage]

[aropride]

i think that i deal with a lot of [remembers this isn't my diary] Nothing. i've never had a problem

[nick-nellson]

Mamma Mia! (2008) dir. Phyllida Lloyd

[machinot]

Share link 10 years ago

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Share link now

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[bahari-official]

blood work? i sure hope it does

[dreamgirlvibes]

when you realize that routines are actually rituals of devotion to yourself & your dreams they become much easier to follow