#caseyposting

[camgoloud]

have the last five years been just a complete blur for anybody else

[thereserveisreal]

pros of being only fan of character: no bad takes + make up whatever you want and mutuals will smile and nod

cons of being only fan of character: wh. Where is my content

[hamburgrr]

My hand slipped. Anyways Casey Jones button real

[camgoloud]

sometimes i wonder if every part of my personality these days is a glowing beacon that shrieks to the world "this woman has a tumblr account!" and i start to get legitimately concerned about it except then i remember that all the people best equipped to recognize the signs in the wild are also on this website so. devil's sacrament, etc. the fact that the phrase "devil's sacrament" came so readily to my mind just then is probably a point in favor of an affirmative answer to that first question isn't it

[camgoloud]

we popping the BIGGEST bottles when tor announces alecto the ninth & alecto the tenth tomorrow

[camgoloud]

this sucks so bad i need to [remembers that The Work relies upon my continuance and i may not end my own life through suicide or through carelessness] blow up the saint of duty

[camgoloud]

I would love some short story recommendations!

And I would be happy to give them to you! (Apologies for the slight delay!) These are all going to be sf/f because that's just how I roll...

I continue to stand by everything I said in this post a little while back in which I was asked a similar question, but here are a few others I’ve read more recently and have been thinking loads about:

Abstraction Is When I Design Giant Death Creatures And Attraction Is When I Do It For You by Claire Jia-Wen: Pacific Rim a little to the left, and by the left I do mean, the sinister side. A masterwork of toxic yuri. I am truly obsessed with this piece’s protagonist :) She’s so fucked-up. It’s awesome

Remember Me in the Meat by Sarah Pauling: Speaking of toxic yuri vibes and fucked-up relationships… This is one of those pieces it’s best not to say too much about ahead of time because loads of the impact depends on the rate and timing of the reveal on the crucial pieces of background information. It’s a little more plot-y than I tend to go for in short fiction, but it just pulls you right along the whole time. Lots of fun, will also hopefully leave you feeling slimy

A Wolf in Iceland Is the Child of a Lie by Sonya Taaffe: Really you can’t go wrong with Sonya Taaffe generally speaking, especially if you’re also into poetry. But this piece in particular compels me… the language is beautiful; the imagery is so stark and harsh, and the whole piece is gorgeously enigmatic. Lends itself very well to rereads/continued chewing-on

Human Voices by Isabel J. Kim: In the post I linked to up at the top I recced a bunch of other Isabel J. Kim already, but this is a newer one of hers I particularly enjoyed and want to call out as well. Messy families and responsibilities you never asked for and the siren song of abdication-damn-the-consequences… Again, you can’t go wrong with IJK either; I’d happily recommend any of her work (including also her debut novel Sublimation, out next month!)

(Going to tag @acquired-elfroot here who also mentioned wanting recs in the notes of the post that prompted this! Hope that's okay)

[camgoloud]

whenever i decide to make pasta for dinner i think to myself, “okay but remember how last time you accidentally made for yourself more pasta than any single person no partner no dependents should even LOOK AT let alone consume in a sitting so this time you should probably consider making somewhat less than that.” and i go “okay 👍😊” and get everything ready and so on and then i’m standing over the pot ready to drop things into it and the Pasta Gluttony takes over and i go, “but will this truly be enough to satisfy me? i am so hungry and this pasta is going to be so delicious. surely i don’t want to be in a situation where i don’t have all the pasta i want” and i go “oh my god you’re right.” and then i add just a little bit more pasta to the pot. and then perhaps i even do this multiple times. and then i sit happily down with my nice bowl of pasta with cheese and homemade sauce and as i am about to start eating i look at it and i realize. oh god. i did it again. it’s far too much. i shouldn’t have added all of the extra. and then i think “well okay, this is really not that big a deal, i’ll just eat like half of it or however much until i’m full and then i’ll transfer the rest of it from my bowl into a tupperware container and put it in the fridge for later and it’ll be fine.” and then the Pasta Gluttony takes over again and i eat the entire thing. and then i think “well okay, at least this was a learning experience; i understand better now how much pasta is a sensible amount to make for myself at a time”. and then a week later i decide to make pasta for dinner again and i think to myself,