#how moving

[reallyhardydraws]

that last scene of izombie season 3!!! begin again where we started, with who we started it all with.

[fearless-and-serene-aquamarine]

[unfocused-overwriter]

My slowest writing year ever (so far)

Since I finished the first draft of TINM last October, I have edited a grand total of 2 (two!) chapters from Allastra! Granted, they needed a complete rewrite, as will at least the next three, but still. Even when I wasn’t officially writing I wrote more than that. I could blame it on COVID trauma or something, but I’m not a hypocrite. I wasn’t traumatized. I was playing Animal Crossing. ANYWAY!

Here is an excerpt for you

From chapter 1 - POV Elysa

    No one had died the last time the Congress of Kings had come together, and the world did not seem to fare worse for that matter. Quite the opposite, in fact. A war had ended, craftsmanship had improved in almost all fields, and her brother had returned with his face red and peeling from the Vanelian sun. Therefore, Elysa viewed it in a rather positive light.

  Not everyone shared her opinion, however. The Congress was coming to Dalghera this time, and the entire city seemed to be preparing for a siege. There were those who were as excited as her, who never had and probably never would again witness such an event. Most everyone else was gathering mountains of supplies, training as if for a battle, lining up to present issues they hoped would be brought up during the Congress, and generally tearing their hair out over insignificant details. The very air of the castle felt sharp.

     Since she could not escape it anyway, Elysa had chosen to be with those who were training. Between the varghalen and future varghalen, nigh on fifty men were in the south courtyard of the castle that morning, crossing blades, shooting arrows, throwing spears. Elysa had spent her whole life among them. Spying when she was little, and practicing as though she was one of them as soon as she got big enough to hold a weapon. It was a varghal's philosophy that there was always more to learn. She abode by this belief, if only because the boys -most of them, at least- were good company. Besides, there was a spirit to them. Each man helping his neighbor; the eldest advising the less experienced, whether or not they were mentor and cub; friends competing out of respect instead of pride... It was only theirs, and Elysa could not picture herself at home anywhere else.

  "I will never understand why you do that to yourself," Adalyce told her as she rolled up the sleeve of her tunic to show off her brand new bruise.

  "It's fine, it doesn't even hurt," Elysa replied, more amused than anything else by the color her skin was taking.

  Adalyce took care to mark her page before closing her book, although Elysa recognized it as one she has read twenty times before. "They shouldn't do that to you," she remarked, holding her arm to better see the contusion. "At least not today. It's going to show under the sleeve of your gown tomorrow. A princess should never be wounded by her people. It reflects badly on all of us."

  "It's a bruise, lady mother," Elysa teased as her friend rolled her eyes. "I get worse ones bumping into furniture. I'll wear thicker sleeves, if you're so concerned about the reputation of my people."

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Fuck you

A variation on my favorite Deuce lyric.  We can sing it together, homie.“So when you point the finger I’ll flip one back and say FUCK THAT!”“I fucking hate you (I fucking hate you)I thought that you pussies knew (I thought you pussies knew)No matter what you doHell’s gonna break loose”“Fuck fake ass friends,My story’s just beginning This is where yours ends.”Oh wait, how about some Rage.“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!!”I’ll go even further back with ya.Here’s some Throwdown“T his is a war. so you've gotta stay strong and rise above. and lever let the motherfuckers tear you away from what you love. gotta fight back and reclaim what's truly yours. take revenge on the world and declare your fucking war. your war. stay gold. stay true to yourself and your friends and never let go. you want a piece of my fucking time? well back up and back off. get in back of the line. you want a piece of my fucking mind? well fuck you. fuck you. “Anyway, if that’s all you got I think you should go back to school and learn how to present your case because I don’t have clue one what you’re talking about, my good bitch and I honestly do not care.

[cuzustilldontknowwhatineversaid]

There's Taylor's childhood writing and then there's mine.

[mekiha]

Anything I do at this point would be forced. I don't want that. If I want to love somebody, I want to be able to do it effortlessly, and without a reason. I'm not about to hurt someone just because I'm a loser.

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