Joe and Nile have been raised by witches. They both want something different out of life and out of love -- namely, Nile wants to experience the magic of everything, and Joe wants to use his magic to protect himself from the fallout of passion that can go wrong. But one day when Nile brings trouble home with her in the form of a dead man, and a detective named Nicolo who comes looking for answers, Joe is forced to confront everything he's spent his entire life trying to avoid.
a love even time will lie down and be still for
by gallifreyburning/@gallifreyburning
(tagging @gallifreyburning who asked the same)
Thank you for this! this WIP is so frustrating because I literally have only the final scene missing 😮💨
It was born out of a trope reversal fest - Joe and Nicky have been travelling together for a while, and all Joe is hoping for is that in the bustling city they're stopping in, the inn will have only a room with one bed left for them.
why? well the thing is, while travelling, they have actually constantly been snuggling with each other when asleep, both thinking the other had no clue this was happening. and yusuf would like to turn this mutual snuggling into an even more mutual arrangement. but when they get to the inn there is what? you guessed it, more than one bed 😁
He lay there for an impossible amount of time, trying to soak in the warmth of the dying fire and of Yusuf before it was time to return to the other side. Only when he’d steeled himself enough to move, he found that he couldn’t.
Yusuf’s arm had snaked around his middle, and his hand had found a spot in the centre of his chest. Gone were the snuffling shivers, and instead Nicolò could feel Yusuf breathing evenly into the bone at the top of his spine, his body a pleasant weight all around him.
If he had wanted to, he could have left. He could have picked up Yusuf’s arm right there and then to extract himself and never spoken a word of it again.
He didn’t.
Oh my friend, I was once unenlightened just like you. I moved to Nebraska and was treated to a chili cookoff at work, where, inexplicably, there was a basket of cinnamon rolls next to all these pots of chili. “What the fuck,” I asked myself, much like you are probably doing now. Imagine my shock when I saw these crazy Nebraskans dipping their cinnamon rolls in their chili! And then, seeing my distaste, my coworkers peer pressured encouraged me to give it a try.
And then. And THEN. That first dunk made me see God. The cinnamon so beautifully accentuates the spices! The sugar so subtly mellows out the heat! It’s truly such a delight and I never want to eat chili any other way again.
Also, lest you think this is just too weird and I’m making it up, here’s the cult classic Nebraskan fast food restaurant Runza advertising their wares on twitter
cover for if never again, if every day by @gallifreyburning & @takiki16, based on felix gonzalez-torres’ ‘untitled (perfect lovers)’ (1991)
In 1987, Torres' partner Ross Laycock was diagnosed with AIDS. Influenced by the idea that "art should act right now," Torres created three editions of the piece and one artist's proof from 1987–1990. In a letter sent to Laycock in 1988, he showed a rough sketch of the piece, entitled merely Lovers. In the letter Torres ruminates about time, writing:
Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.
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image description: two fic covers, both featuring the artwork of two clocks, edited to be blurred and asynchronous. the left image, the front cover, features the name of the fic - if never again, if every day - with the first half of the title in regular font, while the second half is flipped beneath and faded slightly. at the bottom of the cover are the author’s pen names. the right image, the back cover, features a quote from chapter 7 of the fic: “What am I supposed to do? How do I walk the same path twice? By placing my steps directly in the footprints I left before? We couldn’t even talk to each other then. I thought it would be better this time, but perhaps it was simpler that way, when we had to teach each other to speak...I don’t know how to do this without you.” /end image description
Listen i am aware that you are not Kermit, you do not plan on becoming Kermit, nor are you a Kermit fanatic, but obviously I'm putting this in your inbox anyway
holy shit i kind of desperately want these shoes now actually!! they would kind of work with my overall style, and I don’t know what that says about me.
