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“Hi! I'm loving your Shattered Mirrors au ❤ and I've been wondering, what is the reaction of the general population to...”

#OMG #JINGYI IS ZIZHEN'S NEPHEW

HOLY SHIT, HE IS :OOOO

I only just realised rofl

Well...they’re still about the same age, because the age gap between the siblings is quite significant (say 17 years?) and they’re probably born from different mothers.

Lan Jingyi = 14

Ouyang Zizhen = 14

Ouyang Shuzhen = 31

Lan Guoyan = 32(ish)

[completeoveranalysis]

THANK YOU!

I’m so excited I can barely contain it!

[mypantsflewoff]

Hi hi hi! I just gotta say I'm super excited to see your Chess AU because *cough cough* I am ALSO writing a Chess AU that I've been working on for years and am trying to finish this year!!! It's pretty interesting, actually, because you appear to have kept the Cold War era and East v West, but changed it to hockey. I changed the era and conflict but kept the chess. Kent Parson just makes the perfect Freddie Trumper though, doesn't he?

AUs are fun like that, aren’t they? To be fair, I’m using mostly the themes and moods from Chess to drive the motivations and feelings of the characters, but they really mirror a lot of what was actually going on in Soviet sport during the late 70s and early 80s (which really says something about Ulvaeus and Andersson nailing the topic in the original musical). I’ve learned a lot about this time period through the research I’ve been doing, despite living through it myself. I’ve actually cast Kent as more of the Florence character-type (minus the Budapest connection), as I don’t have a Trumper character (unless I guess you consider the entirety of the US as the genius lunatic, lol)

I’m also curious to see your story! Do let me know when it’s available so I can check it out! (lbr, we need a lot more Patater out there) Happy writing!

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bookwyrmling replied to your post “drama-queen-supreme replied to your post “I grew up homeschooled in...”

i was raised american evangelical and can confirm i was not allowed to read harry potter. in fact, in 5th grade, my teacher was reading the first book out to the class and my mom wrote a note to the teacher saying i wasn't allowed to participate. so every time reading time happened, i would have to sit on the other side of the class with my own book.

first the evangelicals gave us ted cruz and now they take away harry potter from children 

[whiskeytangofrogman]

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” Nurseydex b/c I know you love them.

Here’s something I should have answered uhhhhhh months ago. Sorry, lol. 

NurseyDex, 1.9k. Unbeta’d and barely read over, so sorry bout that lol. Technically fills @nurseydexweek Day 2! More under cut.

“And that’s the last bit of your integral chart. Don’t forget, quiz on Monday, test on Wednesday!” Before his professor could even finish reminding them about the upcoming assessments, Dex had packed up his stuff and bolted for the door. He had approximately three hours before his Python midterm, and six hours of studying to do.

And then, of course, right as he reached the front door of Founder’s, some guy coming out slammed into him, spilling hot coffee down his front. The guy huffed, and dropped his cup in the trash can. “Watch where you’re going, dude.”

Dex cursed, pulling his shirt away from his body. He wanted to cuss the guy out, do something, but he was already walking away by the time Dex got up the courage to tell him to go fuck himself.

Dex did a quick mental calculation. If he was back home in five minutes he could change, and grab a snack, and still meet his last-minute study group just a few minutes late.

“Yeah, fuck it,” he said, and picked up his speed in the direction of the Haus. Campus was busy this week, he noted, as he pushed through throngs of people. Midterm week tended to gather all the people that had skipped class until this point to campus, like showing up to the review session and cramming would do any help for memorizing half a semester’s worth of material.

Dex, ever the diligent student (and for good reason, if he wanted to keep his scholarship), hated this, and hated how the library and the dining halls and the fucking sidewalks were all crammed for a week, and then empty the next.

He made it to the Haus in just over five minutes, and bolted to he and Nursey’s shared room. He tossed his backpack on his bed, and began digging through his clothing. Except… he’d been a little too busy this week studying to think about laundry (or fixing the dryer), and all he had were shirts that smelled like stale sweat, or beer. Or both. He looked around, desperate, and his eyes settled on a shirt tossed carelessly in the bottom of the closet.

It was Nursey’s, and smelled like expensive aftershave and, inexplicably, like fall but it would have to do. Dex was already running late. Besides, Nursey wouldn’t even notice, too caught up in his own midterms, Dex rationalised to himself. He’d do laundry tonight after his midterm.

He grabbed a muffin from a stressed Bitty on his way out, and waved to Chowder as he passed him and Caitlin on the sidewalk. Chowder, unlike Dex, had taken Python freshman year, so despite them being in the same major, they didn’t have all the same classes.

He slid into the library study room 3A ten minutes after his group had agreed to meet. They were there, but packing up. He frowned.

“What’s going on?”

Jason, cocky bastard that he was, rolled his eyes. “Well, we all got here early, William.” He picked at his manicured nails, and swung his messenger bag over his shoulder. “So we’re done studying. Didn’t you get the texts?”

Will pulled out his phone, and saw a string of texts he’d received in the middle of his last class about rescheduling earlier. He cursed under his breath. “Alright.”

Jason smirked, and patted him on the shoulder as he walked out. “Good luck on the test.” Everyone else murmured their agreement as they pushed by him and back into the main section of the library, leaving him alone with his panic, and no idea how to do some of the things he should have known by now.

He collapsed downwards into a seat, and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. There was bile building in his throat, and for a second he considered dropping the class and trying again next semester.

He wasn’t a great programmer, so much as a passable one with a lot of work. He wasn’t Chowder, who seemed to know a computer like the inside of his own mind, or Jason, who Dex spitefully believed must be paying for his good grades.

He took a deep breath, pulled out his laptop, and began studying, but not before setting a timer on his phone to pull him out in time to run across campus for the test itself. He’d been known on more than one occasion to get so lost in what he was doing he forgot to meet the team somewhere, or go get a meal before he was done.

He couldn’t afford to tank his grade, not now.

He got to work, drowning out the soft sounds of chatter in the background to try and understand seven weeks worth of material in time to regurgitate it well enough for a C. It would have to do.

Dex’s eyes were burning, from lack of sleep, and from concentrating too hard for too long. After studying for a few hours, he went straight to his test, and took all the time he could. He was one of the last people in the room, still scribbling away at a recursion problem, when his professor called time.

“Is there a curve?” He heard another student ask, and heard a negative in response.

“Fuck,” he whispered, setting his test on the stack and walking out of the room. He was so fucked, and all because he didn’t look at his phone, and because he was busy with hockey and extra practices between him and Nursey, and all the other shit in his life.

He walked to the Haus feeling like the whole world took rest on his shoulders.

He brushed off Bitty’s call of hello, and trudged up to his room, tossing his bag on his bed and himself after.

Nursey was at their shared desk, leaning back in the chair and tapping a pencil against his lips. Dex could hear the small sounds of classical music from Nursey’s earbuds, and his eyes were closed.

He was writing poetry, then, if Dex knew him at all.

He laid on his side, and scrolled through Twitter, waiting for either the urge to get up and do something else other than wallow, or for Nursey to open his eyes and notice him.

Nursey happened first. “Hey.” Nursey pulled an earbud out, and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Bombed my midterm,” Dex mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Ah, shit.” Nursey tossed something his way. Dex lifted his phone just enough to grab it. It was a fun size Hershey’s bar, Nursey’s snack of choice when it came to expending his creative juices. He shrugged when Dex shot him a confused look. “Makes me feel better, sometimes.”

Dex from a year ago would have found some way to be mad, probably said something about how a Hershey’s bar wasn’t going to make his grade go up. Dex now, though, knew Nursey was trying to give him space. Sharing a room made Dex more in-tune to what Nursey’s previously more confusing habits meant.

Dex now, though, saw the small chocolate bar for what it was, and smiled at Nursey. It didn’t make him feel better, but Nursey not trying to convince him it would be alright, or that it was just a test, instead giving Dex the room to be upset, was what did. “Thanks.” Nursey nodded, and turned back to his notebook as Dex unwrapped the bar and sat up.

“You know, I might have done better if Chelsea wasn’t dating Jason, and I didn’t have to study with him.” Dex said a few moments later, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue in small portions. “He rescheduled, and I’m pretty sure it was to fuck me over.”

Nursey turned back to him, shutting the notebook with a decisive click. “Fuck that guy.” Nursey tossed him another candy, this time a Snickers, and propped his feet up on Dex’s bed. “I hope he bombs the test.”

Dex snickered. “I can only dream.” Dex popped the Snickers into his mouth whole, and chewed as he talked. “He’s mad that I did better than him in Calc two, and jealous his girlfriend would rather hang out with me than him, but I’m not a raging douche, so it makes sense.”

Nursey grinned. “Of course she would. Chelsea’s got a good head on her, just not when it comes to dating.” He opened his mouth to say something else, and then paused, and looked at Dex with obvious confusion.

Dex looked down at himself, and then back at Nursey. “Do I have something on me?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Dex flushed, embarrassed. He’d forgotten he borrowed it earlier, and had meant to take it off before Nursey saw. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t have any clean ones earlier and I was running late-”

Nursey cut him off. “No, like… It’s just,” Nursey’s eyes were wide, and a little unfocused as he stared at Dex. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Dex folded his arms across his chest defensively, as if covering his chest could get rid of the look on Nursey’s face, and shrugged. “Sorry.”

“I like it.” Nursey blurted out, sounding choked. “I-”

Dex hopped up, completely red and feeling like a cocoon of butterflies had opened in his chest just then. “Don’t say anything else.” He turned his back towards Nursey and took off the shirt, tossing it in his basket, and pulling on a ratty, grease stained tank he used for fixing his truck. “I’m doing laundry.”

Nursey nodded, looking panicked, and turned back to his desk.

When Dex came back, his shoulders were hunched in a tight line, and loud pop music was blaring from his headphones.

Dex sighed. “Nursey.” He walked closer when Nursey didn’t respond. “Nurse. Derek.”

Nursey jumped and yanked out his earbuds. “What?” He looked panicked. “Look, I-”

Dex frowned. “Don’t say I’m sorry.”

Nursey licked his lips, and swallowed hard. “Okay.”

Dex pulled up their extra chair, and sat next to him. Nursey paused his music as he turned to face Dex, and the room was silent. The only sounds from the Haus were coming from the kitchen, a mixture of clanking dishes, quiet voices, and soft music. “How long?” Dex’s voice broke the silence, but amplified the tension.

Nursey didn’t beat around the bush. “Last semester. I can live somewhere else-”

Dex snorted. “No. Me too. Stop worrying.”

Nursey huffed. “Kinda hard not to worry when you live with the person you… you,”

“Want to bang?” Dex grinned. Nursey knocked his knee into Dex’s with a glare.

“No. Maybe. Not right now.”

Dex’s grin grew wide. “Course not. The washing machine is done in ten minutes.”

Nursey buried his face in his hands. “You’re the worst,” he groaned, but Dex could see the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

Dex looked at the paper on Nursey’s pile, eyes caught on a large date in chunky black letters. “You have a test tomorrow?”

Nursey nodded, pulling his hands away from his face. “Yeah. I’ve given up on it.”

Dex picked up the paper, and frowned. “I can help?” He set it back down. “And the maybe after we can go get dinner, and talk?”

Nursey met Dex’s eyes, and smiled. “I’d like that.”

Dex stood, but left the chair. “Lemme switch my laundry, and then we can study.”

Nursey nodded, and Dex felt his eyes follow him from the room as he left.

And, when he came back, if he and Nursey sat a little closer than normal, and if he forgot to give Nursey back his shirt that night, well. No one had to know.

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[garden-of-succulents]

I'd love to see more about Maida!

Here’s BOTH my girls. (And Kent’s, in a way, though he and Maida aren’t dating anymore in this AU) Nb. Written without extensively googling Las Vegas’s urban poultry bylaws; not polished, since it’s midnight and I’m working full-time now.

Andy, sweating, held the pieces of wood together while Maida expertly switched bits on the drill, moved the other bit from her mouth to her overall pocket, and tried putting the screw in again.

“Much better,” she said, approvingly. She rapidly sank the next three screws with expert precision, then looked up from her crouch at Andy’s face. “Here, let’s switch. We’ll just get the frame upright and we’re done for the morning. It’s getting too hot out here.”

Andy kept her lips pursed, pale and sweating, as she held the coop’s frame together. Her girlfriend snagged her abandoned sunhat from the picnic patio table, then planted it firmly on her head, smushing sweat-damp hair onto her forehead and pressing a kiss to her sticky neck.  Then Maida reached out and took hold of the piece, lifting it enough to say Andy could let go.

“He’s fucking kicking,” Andy groused as she stepped back, rubbing her stomach and going for the drill. “As if I didn’t have enough to focus on.”

“He wants to be part of it too,” Maida said, her face lighting up with a gentle smile.  She had all the joy and excitement about this pregnancy Andy was lacking. “These are gonna be his chickens.”

“Yeah, that’s Kent’s excuse,” Andy said, taking a handful of screws out of the plastic jar and putting them in her pocket. “He just wants more pets.”

Kit Purrson, to prove her point, was stealthing around the piles of timber and shingles and chickenwire in the backyard, chasing what sounded like a real mouse. Andy and Maida had assembled the frame in the relative shade of the pergola, but to assemble it they’d moved it out to its intended home in one corner of the yard.  It was a good spot for chickens, Maida said; some sun, plenty of shade, tall walls to protect them. But the sun had entered it fully now, and it was hot and dusty.

Thanks to Maida, Kent and Andy had started systematically peeling back the flagstones they’d laid over the house’s patchy grass when they moved in.  Now there were decorative cacti and desert plants around the edges, like the prickly pear in whose shrinking shade Andy’s calico currently supervised the younger cat’s activity. The chicken coop was the largest uncovering yet; Maida had persuasively argued that chickens were natural omnivores, and needed real dirt to scratch in, real insects and rodents to eat.

(”How does she make that sound like a good thing?” Andy had murmured to Kent, when the plan had first been finalized. “I swear, if it was anybody but her, I’d be going, ‘Ew, not on your life.’”

“Animal magnetism,” Kent had deadpanned, and Andy had to laugh.) 

If not for Maida, this coop (had it even been conceived at all) would have stayed a sketchy plan on Kent and Andy’s lists, “It would be nice if...”  But this was one of the things Maida knew, was good at; it was one of the things she could make easy, could pull together with expertise and grace. She’d promised to procure chickens as well, and Andy, for one, believed she would.

Andy secured the next join of walls, working with a dull, grim dedication that had little of her girlfriend’s quick sureness. She was confused and delighted by Maida’s handiness; the way she’d go from a self-contained and pretty woman studying a problem with a small frown on her face to a whirlwind of activity, turning wood and rocks and concrete into something sturdy and useful. 

“Things I learned while you were in college,” she’d say, but that was downplaying it.

[jack-manpain-zimmermann]

bookwyrmling replied to your photo “There’s been a wonderful bout of Whiskey x zimbits posts and I’m happy...”

*whispers* whimbits...whimms if it's just whiskey/jack

@shipped-goldstandard

WHIMBITS

or

whimmsy???

[abominableobriens]

🎵 Perry! for bullet fic prompts, please <3

song - Run Up (Afrosmash Remix) by Major Lazer feat. Skales, Yung L, Nicki Minaj & PARTYNEXTDOOR 

This is an AU where no one went to the NHL (and by no one I mean the cast of Ace Off…including Kent) 

Things to know about my characters: they’re all p shippable but Perry is the most so

This is a Perry/Carter fic 

Ok so Perry’s goes to NYU for Electrical Engineering 

Perry is genderqueer and uses they/them/theirs pronouns 

Carter goes to Columbia for CS 

good time to mention that his mom, Dawn Harris, is the founder and COO of Calliope which is “the company that bankrupted Amazon” (and is more ethical but that’s a story for another time) 

Carter doesn’t actually see the value of going to school when his mom taught him everything he knows (which is a lot and at 18 is more than most people with just a B.S. in CS) 

However in this story, he gave up on hockey sometime around age 15, asked to be home schooled and in return he is going to college 

Anyway so Carter’s third generation Dominican American and he’s never really connected with being Latin@ 

so in his sophomore year of college (2011-2012) he and his friends finds a Latin club in the city that’s queer friendly 

which, Carter is a social guy but it’s easy for him to feel out of his element where anything Latin@ is involved. So he chills around the bar while his friends have fun on the dance floor 

a song comes on that he vaguely recalls his mamita playing every time she makes diner for the family back home 

so he’s nodding along and someone next to him is muttering the lyrics under their breath, and it sounds really nice 

Carter turns finding someone with long curly hair, a cowboy hat, and thick black eyeliner who blushes when they realize they’re being watched (it’s Perry) 

so Carter apologizes for eaves dropping but Perry says its fine, they make introductions and some easy small talk 

Perry asks if Carter wants to dance and Carter is hesitant because he doesn’t really know if he can

cue Perry coaxing him into doing it and both of them having a lot of fun

and then, they have one of those New York nights where it never really ends 

which means more dancing, Perry taking them to a crazy after party, Carter taking them to his favorite 24/7 diner, and going home together only to sleep (which totally includes watching the sunrise together)   

and then Carter leaves without getting Perry’s number (which leaves them both bummed but – conflict) 

cue a series of nights where they keep meeting up at this Latin club 

Carter goes because he doesn’t have to be an upstanding guy, Perry likes him for his sense of humor and his smile and not who his mom is 

Perry goes because they’re a hopeless romantic who basically fell for Carter the moment they saw him 

But Perry wouldn’t tell that to Carter’s face 

cue slow burn over several months where they’re best friends at first in this very specific space where they don’t have to put up any pretenses. Every Friday night they just get to be together and happy (sometimes that means hooking up…only sometimes) 

(Perry teaches him Spanish where they’re lying in bed after having sex. It’s totally romantic) 

and while that’s happening, Carter’s getting more and more dissatisfied with his major and he doesn’t get why 

cue Carter feeling like he might be falling for Perry and he should pull back leading him to not showing up for a few weeks 

cue Carter realizing that being with Perry taught him what happiness feels like 

cure Carter changing majors 

cue Perry trying not to be worried and trying to move on 

and then when Carter starts going back again Perry’s with someone (it’s Holster) 

cue Carter having an anxiety attack while he tries to leave the club, and then Perry finding him and calming him down 

cue them going back to that 24/7 diner (yea Holster tags along, which is how you find out that Perry and Holster broke up a while ago but they’re still friends and Holster “conveniently” gets a text to go meet up with a booty call) 

cue Carter inviting Perry back to his place (finally) 

they fall asleep watching the sunrise from Carter’s bedroom, holding each other close 

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