#children's work

[dessalyrics]

Fell in love with language, tried to tell the grown-ups about the storm clouds, the weather in my head. Hadn't heard the word for melancholy yet

[pariahgraph]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: if we're just play fighting, how come that blade's shining

Rating: T

Archive Warning: Author chose not to use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi/other

Fandom: I Was A Teenage Exocolonist Relationships: Cal/Sol, Rex & Sol, Cal & Rex minor others

Characters: Sol, Cal, Rex, Marz, Geranium, Ensemble Cast

Cal shoves his hands in his pockets. “That sounds. Less scary,” he admits, “people write about being in love in holonovels and stuff and I think it sounds sort of terrifying.” Geranium’s eyes crinkle. “I could never really get into romances. They always seem to stop before the good bit, because it’s not as fun to read about showing up and doing the work.” In the back of his head, Cal hears Solace say "ninety per cent showing up." -- Recalcitrance struggles with coming of age, moving on, and reaching for more.

👉👈 hello iwatex fandom i know it's only been a week but i frew up 16k of cal character study. bone app the teeth

[lookninjas]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

She is drawing a door, but it won’t come out right.  

It’s her old apartment, but it isn’t.  It’s her old apartment, but the decades of yellow nicotine stains have been scrubbed off the walls, and the windows that used to be painted shut are wide open and the fresh air is streaming in, and it’s fresh air, without the lingering chemical scent she remembers from the old days.  It’s her old apartment, but there’s a bouquet of daisies on the kitchen table (which is standing straight and stable, without the lean from the broken leg she couldn’t fix right), and it’s in a vase that Jonah bought for her last summer, the green glass one he refills all summer long with flowers from his garden, all winter long with flowers from the grocery store.  

The easel is the same, though, and the black magic marker in her hand is the same one she stole from the restaurant.

And she is drawing a door, or she’s trying to, but it won’t come out right.

This is a fic that I wrote quite a while ago, after the first season of Sandman came out. Or, rather, this is the best polished draft of that story. I kept adding to it, subtracting from it, changing it around, and along the course of the way it became clear that I really needed to fully take the characters out of the realm of fic and put them into an original story. So I stopped editing this fic, and started a whole other concept. And it's a great concept, I love that concept, I love my characters (especially My Demon Son), and I'm excited to keep going with it --

But I also still love this story. I love these characters. I love my middle-aged Time Agent, his witch of a wife, my Torchwood Detroit characters that I've had for so long.

And I love the notion that, for however short a time it might have been, someone was trying to lend Lucienne a hand.

So here is the best polished draft of the story, in which a young woman finds herself thrust in the middle of a lot of things that she doesn't understand, doing things that ought to be impossible, because someone ought to do something and she is someone so she's going to do something. Some of her guesses are right. Some are painfully wrong. But she tries, regardless.

It's not a complete thesis statement for everything I've ever written, but it does sum up Torchwood: Detroit and the Northern Michigan AU pretty well, anyway.

[sarcasticmirage]

flash warning!

Happy Oct.3!!!!

So i just happened to get back into 03 in time for the 20th anniversary and oct 3 so i decided to go all out: with 3 amvs for the series start, oct 3, and 20th anniversary. So I've got another amv on my youtube right now to foreigner's god, and I've got another one coming out tomorrow!

[tuxedokit]

"Children's Work" by Dessa is such an Aquato kid song. Dion parentification. Dion Raz siblinghood. Frazie & Tala & Queepie. Yes.

just listened to it and yes this is absolutely correct.

[ljf613]

This is such a great song, and it works so well for these two’s relationship.

(Raise your hand if the line “I grew up with a book in my bed” is the most relatable thing ever.)

(Credit goes to @vimesbootstheory)

[honeysuckle-venom]

I’ve learned how to paint my face

How to earn my keep

How to clean my kill

 Some nights I still can’t sleep

The past rolls back, I can see us still