sag mal, geht‘s noch?

26, she/her proud writer of 80+ mediocre fanfics

[wyrmicelli]

me tongue-deep in a sandalwood candle: 🤤

the tjmaxx employee loading a fourth tranquilizer dart into their blowgun: i need backup

[snowown]

[rosie-tyler]

[fullmetalfisting]

I know that “fwiw” means “for what it’s worth.” I know that. But every time I read it, my brain translates it to “fwom what I wemembew”

[elmyraerased]

[dubiousculturalartifact]

"the Hadestown proshot exceeds box office expectations" truly, who could have predicted fans going repeated times, to see the musical whose entire concept is about the musical repeating

[kindof-amess]

Thinking about the Hadestown proshot and Orpheus being introduced wiping down a table with his back to the audience. Hermes has to call out to him again to get him to take his opening bow, and for the show to start, Orpheus has to turn around.

[there-is-no-romeo]

bauhaus. in the middle of baustreet

[midnightssea]

it’s amazing how women are able to navigate crowded rooms without ever touching a palm to a man’s lower back

[sassycurse]

one of the best feelings tbh

[hiveswap]

Not now, kitten, m- da- m- your parental figure is in the middle of a gender crisis

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

i am Thinkimg . about the Character. and listening to a Song. i a m sure this will not have repercussions

[basilikum7]

@destiny-of-steel @shadowy-dumbo-octopus

[nervousgazes]

tbh next season we should personally witness langdon pull up a photo of him at the fort pitt museum when he was a child and be showing it to everyone and tbh mel should be in the background tbh and someone should point that out tbh if im being honest and truthful and and all that shit tbh

[jaycheese7]

Your hand hurts because you've been jorking it. MY hand hurts because I've been writing about fictional characters jorking it. We are NOT. The same.

[wanderingcas]

when you get an ao3.org comment where someone quotes fic lines back to you?? unparalleled. brain exploding. best feeling in the world

[writers-bane]

The thing is, writing is not just putting the Character in a situation. It's also putting myself, the writer, in a situation (having to write)

[velvetcr0wbar]

yeah drugs are great but have you tried getting notes on tumblr

[schokoleibniz]

🌌@kingdonmicrofic day 20: stargazing (314 words)🌌

rated G, no archive warnings apply!

AO3 link

Frank’s arm is starting to fall asleep, but he doesn’t want to move just yet. Or, rather, he can’t move it just yet. Mel is fast asleep, drooling a little on his shoulder, and he can’t bring himself to wake her. 

It’s two AM and while Frank would normally be fast asleep at this hour, he’s out at Moraine State Park with Mel and some of the other residents for a mandatory “team-building” activity that Abbot had organized. The two of them had left the others roasting s’mores and nipping from a flask to come to a secluded meadow Mel had discovered during that day’s hike. They’d started a respectable distance from one another, but the crisp night air necessitated them moving closer and closer until Mel ended up using him as a pillow. 

Frank can’t remember the last time he went camping—was it in middle school? He must’ve still been a Scout. He’s planned on taking Tanner and Penny when they’re a little older. 

Mel shifts against him, and Frank tries his best to stay still. He casts his eyes towards the sky and tries to find some of the constellations she’d pointed out to him before she fell asleep. The Big Dipper is easy enough to spot, but he can’t picture the entire Ursa Major constellation without her help.

As if she knows he needs her help, Mel slowly starts to come to. She startles a little when she realizes her position, and moves away quickly. The feeling in Frank’s arm starts to come back, but he wishes it were still asleep if it meant Mel was, too. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says. “Can you show me Orion again?”

Mel nods and comes toward him once again, extending her right arm over his body so she can point out the stars. “First you have to find the three stars in his belt…”

[fexalted]

one of the best parts of making up increasingly wild and specific aus with a friend is sending them posts like "this is sooo blorbo in torture chamber au number 15" and they reply back like "YESSS btw have i told you about my latest idea for how to torture them even more" and you get to enjoy a little snack and kick your feet with glee