sorry i love pregnancy fics so much where they do NOT want to be pregnant and being pregnant is in fact the antagonist of the story. abortion bluedam forever
EXACTLY. I know YOU SPECIFICALLY would get it. god we are in a deficit of abortion fic in fandom culture. would be a shame for someone to rectify that. 👀👀👀
like ok quick book rec. "unpregnant" by Jenni Hendriks hinges on this idea — seventeen year old girl gets pregnant and she and her ex best friend go on a road trip to find an abortion clinic. and the whole schtick is that the... the pregnancy is almost so unimportant because its actually a story about two teen girls reconnecting over their shared enemy (pregnancy). i remember it being so so so much fun, actually.
and hear me out bc in my head bluedam actually heal their relationship over this. like this road trip starts out so bitchy and awful (blue trying to get out the car and walk-esque bitchy) and adam is LOSING HIS MIND but at the end of it all it's them reconnecting and acknowledging they have something special as they vanquish their foe (pregnancy). they end the trip with a better understanding and appreciation of each other. abortion brings them together, as it should many.
very important this is post divorce bluedam, too, so it's extra tense. and while i brew more ideas before committing to an outline I can see blue sitting him down, telling him about it ready to do a whole, "and idc im aborting this thing i'm telling you as a courtesy but im handling this on my own whether you like it or not" and Adam's got his jacket and keys already out the fucking door like, "fuck yeah abortion time let's go tell me the clinic no time to waste"
anyway they go IMMEDIATELY and no one tells gansey or ronan. they just start getting postcards and gas station keychains in the mail from the various stops theyre making along the way. no one elaborates on the details of this road trip to them. (alt option they are told and ronan blows something up immediately and the catholic guilting goes crazy and gansey would try to pay for the whole thing so blue and adam get to sit in an us vs them mentality because they are doing this THEIR WAY, excuse you, so it further sets bluedam up as a duo)
I could say sm more — like logically, they're driving nonstop down, but for the actual procedure they're getting a motel room and hanging out there watching shit movies until the cramping stops (assuming what method blue uses) and then they get a post abortion breakfast at Denny's. boom.
they're still bitchy with each other. the whole way, btw. like this is peak married couple who can't afford a divorce and are staying together for the kids but they sleep in separate beds and know the exactly number of freckles on each other's shoulders and which teacher they hated in third grade. i'll stop now.
'outperformed me at groceries' and 'sell my soul to become an academic weapon' are BOTH phrases that float around in my head all the time they're so ridiculously funny
NO SAME LMAO THIS POST IS PERFECT TO ME IN EVERY WAY
the 'also it wasn't him' destroys me like imagine if ronan was aware of this...i know he'd have the weirdest feelings about it...
adansey d/s au!!! no pressure to ever continue it but if you did I would be so interested!!
Aw thanks for sending this. At this point I've got little more than a few snippets and a rough outline of what I think the first couple chapters would be, so we'll see if it develops.
I'm running into the problem of too many ideas/projects and not enough energy time right now, though, and my brain has currently been hijacked by a Declan-central genfic and fine-tuning the last story chapter of Parametric and drafting the epilogues ^^;;;
I think I need two of me, a time loop, or a million dollars direct deposited into my bank account with no strings attached to actually be good at juggling them,
but until then I might post more stuff on WIP Wednesdays
99. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?
:) i shall give u a brief history of my writing experience and then u can tell me <3 when i was very little my sibling had this friend who was determined to write a novel (still is? i think? but a different one) and got me SO invested in my self-insert OC in her fictional universe that i was like. well now i will have to write my own novel of OC lore. (i did not do this but i DID write the "first chapter" at like 8 years old). and then i started writing what was basically a crossover fic of whatever game i had been playing with my friends at recess at the time and something that involved that OC. and then i started writing percy jackson fanfiction (and also pjo self-insert roleplay! the fic was also self-insert, btw). then at 14 i discovered nanowrimo and convinced my english teacher to give me extra credit (or something??) if i wrote a novel by the end of the semester. i think i did nanowrimo again the next year too?? not sure. anyway then i started writing superwholock fic. and then back to percy jackson fic. and then i got a degree in writing <3 does that answer ur question <3
47. what story are you most proud of?
oh bestie you cannot do this to me. 251 fics <3 anyway im feeling a lot of affection for no love tonight so probably that one just because of the delivery format and its uniqueness as a whole <3 though i'm also very proud of my dedication to i'm in hell, as well as the fact that i wrote 77k of the camp counselors fic in like. 2 months while also kickstarting my senior year of college lmao <3
hey! sorry to bother y'all, I was wondering if you could reblog my post for yesterday's prompt? I mentioned this blog in the post and tagged it with the event tag but I don't think y'all saw it. thanks and thanks for this event, all the prompts are so cool! :)
done! sorry about that but thank you for bringing it to our attention!!
ADAM AND NOAH USED TO BE THE SAME PERSON... RIGHT.... THEY MAKE ME THINK... like i think i read that textually they used to be the same Character as written by mstief. but also the similarities. quiet, observers, on the outside. brought out of their shell by friends (ronan most notably, in common for both of them- they are both so special to him). violently betrayed by those they're close to, who should have cared for them. forever changed, marked as 'different' from the others (noah "i was more when I was alive", adam becoming more connected to the ley line post cabeswater deal). i wish we'd had more of them in trc... anyway pls if you'd like share thoughts/snips of ur adam & noah ideas i'm so curious!!
OKAY NO SO I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME! Because at what point did Adam and Noah become separate? I know it was an early draft, of course, but the parallels?? (Also, Blue explicitly taking time to tell the reader why Adam and Noah differ, I find so interesting?)
I don't have an essay in me tonight, but if I may just bullet point things that keep me up at night over the Adam-and-Noah of it all?
They're both observers, like you said. On the outside looking in. Not quite part of the group, in their eyes. Attached to Cabeswater through a deal (much like Gansey, but Adam and Noah are explicitly tied to these sacrifices.)
Adam + Whelk parallels. What did this originally look like?
The story doesn't work without the Noah subplot, so that means, I assume, Adam's role was not present in this draft?
How close Ronan and Noah are, and how close Adam and Ronan become? There's so many scenes of these three together, chatting and bickering. No wonder I read romantic undertones between Ronan and Noah. (Or I'm a fiend idk)
Adam being actively comforted by Noah being smudgy or faded or rumpled. Feels a sort of comraderie in this regard.
Noah fears for Adam's safety, is present in the background for Adam more than he explicitly talks to him?
Noah + Gansey and then Gansey + Adam?????
The Blue/Noah kiss AND the Blue/Adam side plot.
I could go on. Like on and on and on.
I'll stop now because this will become a problem.
Okay last one: after their associated deals with Cabeswater, each of them is irrevocably changed. And this happens directly after each is severely and horrifically traumatized, like you said, by someone who should have cared about them. How Adam's sacrifice marks the beginning of the awakening of Cabeswater and Noah's sacrifice marks the end. How if you shift the plot half a degree to the left it would be about Noah and Adam.
You mentioned them being different! Yes! Noah is a ghost, something offputting, something other in the eyes of most. Adam is described as ethereal, otherworldly, a creepily clever fuck. They're both explicitly more than human in a way the others aren't?
They both fade into the background until they don't, then they command the room and become the center of the room's gravity.
They're both explorations on loss of self and autonomy, imo.
When I write Noah and Adam it's with the approach of "these are two introverts who are used to observing, not being observed." So I love putting them in circumstances where they sit with one another and just... chat? That sounds boring, I worry. But I think Noah is gentle with Adam, in a way Adam is alright with (as he's explicitly very fond of Noah, considers getting along with Noah a marker of a person's character), and prods just enough so to get Adam to open up and be a little more vulnerable with. I see Noah as someone able to pry truths out of others? He's a confidant of the group, and I see that dynamic working beautifully with Adam. I think it's a matter of what happens when you put two introverts in a room together when they're used to observing and now they are being observed.
It's hard to pinpoint how Adam influences Noah in canon, as mainly Noah picks pieces of Adam apart, gets in his head, provides him with assurance and vulnerability. But my personal way of writing this is that Adam provides a place for Noah to just... ramble on? I worry I'm not explaining this well. Let me just show off a portion from an Adam-centric fic I'm writing (unedited and I'm fiddling with it don't mind it I'm begging you I wrote this at like 2am a few days ago)
“Oh, scarf.” Noah pointed out, “Adele tried knitting this. She's not very good. Ask her if she's gotten better, will you?”
“I haven't talked to your sister.” Adam pointed out, “Might want to ask Blue.”
Noah shook his head, wove open scales of purple between his fingertips, catching the odd silver thread under fluorescent. “Think the whole ‘my family is a psychic’ thing threw them off. She's not the biggest fanatic of that idea. Magic. Ghosts.”
Neither was Adam, but Gansey had pulled him along with magnetism and raw charm. A little coercion, or a borrowed purpose, did wonders.
“She'd like you.” Noah continued, “At least, I think she would. She might have changed. Age does that, I think.”
“That's the rumour.” Adam said, with little else to contribute. He rolled his neck along the jut of Noah's mattress, still half propped against the frame, half spread over the floor. Knobby knees and limbs took up some hefty real estate, though neither of them paid that any mind.
Noah frowned at the scarf, and draped it over his knee. “Do you think you'll change?”
Adam stiffened, though Noah was so fixated on the curve of his own knee it evaded notice.
He was not someone inclined to prayer, not devout or religious in any sense of the word. Where Ronan found some twisted self flagellating delight kneeling in pews under cascading mosaic light, and Gansey made altars in the press of leather and newspaper clippings, Adam sunk his hands in the dirt, gripped the roots of reality and knew the only god to be found was the one within the brush of fingertips. Tangible. Touchable. Corruptible. So, it made no sense Adam prayed - at least, the closest he'd get to prayer - for change. To grow. That the response to Noah's question was a simple, aimless plea of please, let me change, evolve. To remain stagnant was to admit defeat, to succumb to human nature and dwell in the dangers of comfort and self destruction. Nevermind that he knew there was, likely, not a god of any denomination to carry him to the finish line. He'd do that all alone, with his blood and his nerve and the scrapes along his knees reminding him he'd ached for this.
just a way that I think Noah is able to pry thoughts from Adam he doesn't typically give himself permission to think? And Noah, much like how he opens up to Blue, is able to open up to someone as equally inclined to being a listener. If that makes sense.
My other Noah and Adam spiel is solely because of my Noah Swimmer AU! that I've posted a bit about? Where Noah was injured by his high school (homoerotic lbr) best friend and was unable to swim for his college. So he goes to college anyway (omg rich parents) and he's assigned as Ronan's roommate his second year, and one thing leads to another and he lies to Ronan about being on the swim team and offers to coach Ronan's younger brother, Matthew, a college freshman. I'm toying with a background Adam arc and Noah's actually a huge part of that! Because the idea of the fic is exploring the dynamics from Noah's perspective, seeing how he aids them on their own journeys, and how he is equally aided from theirs? Sort of a symbiotic healing process?
Anyway, Noah and Adam strike up this very quiet friendship (according to my outline) and Noah is someone Adam is able to be vulnerable with in a manner he's unaccustomed to? I have a whole scene where Adam, who's recognized a lot of signs of prior abuse and trauma in Noah, kind of takes a moment to relate to Noah, who has a chronic pain as a result of his injury, and opens up about his family history. Which is meant to be huge because Adam hasn't told anyone before. People know, but it's important in my head that Noah is the first person Adam says it out loud to:
Whatever he decided, whatever place on his list of potentials and possibilities this solution held, it satisfied the fidget of thumbnail against enamel. He dropped a palm in his lap and fixed Noah with a resolute set to his jaw.
"My father used to hit me." He said, rolled the words like they were a foreign tongue, unfamiliar. It sounded like a secret, the kind one would acknowledge pragmatically but refuse to bring under light. "I'm deaf. In my left ear. Because of him."
Noah blinked. Shifted to lean down at Adam, dangled a hand off his bed in offering, "Can I...?"
Adam cocked his head. He looked at Noah's fingers like one might approach a loaded gun.
"I'm just curious." Noah affirmed. "You can touch mine." He gestured to his knee, his shoulder.
"No, it's...." Adam frowned. Or his features were at rest. Neutrality and misery sat identical over mouth and brow and nose. "Sure."
Noah shuffled forward, just an inch, and drifted his hand to tickle over the shell of Adam's ear, tinged pink in the shrapnel of afternoon that filtered through window blinds.
"It feels the same." Noah said, let a thumb brush to antihelix, to tragus, to canal. "Nothing?"
"No." Adam said, eyes vacant.
There was little to bring Adam back to his body, in Noah's experience. Escapism was its own balm.
"Does it..." He scratched his nail over cartilage, "Do you just not... feel anything?"
"It's..." Adam scrunched his nose, still focused on Noah's college-ruled composition book, etching galaxies in the random speckles of black and white. "Lemme..." He cupped Noah's knuckles, palm to jutting bone. Adam's fingers were longer, calluses gritty and harsh where they rubbed on Noah's more malleable skin. He curled Noah's index until it scratched against the shell. "I can't hear it."
"My finger?"
Adam held his other hand up, a silent request. Noah tilted his head, nose brushing rumpled comforter, offering his ear up. A finger, feather light, tentative, ran a nail's edge across the perimeter. Noah focused on the scrape of it, a sound he'd so often taken for granted it hadn’t registered as something to note. Percieveing it now was... not quite unsettling, but grounded a piece of himself he typically kept adrift. That most people kept adrift.
How odd, Noah thought, to lose a piece of yourself you hadn't acknowledged before.
"I can't really hear that. I know it's not exactly a noise. I mean it is, its a noise. I just don't..." Adam's breathe feathered Noah's bangs into a frenzy. His stare was intent on his hand. "I don't register it. On my left side."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Adam slumped back, dropped his hand with a startling smack.
Noah wanted to ask why Adam would share this with him, of all people. Why he'd waited for Ronan and Gansey to leave. Maybe there was safety in Noah's status as outsider. Observer. He knew Noah couldn't apply context to something he didn't understand.
And he still didn't quite understand Adam. Any of them, really.
"When I..." Adam took a careful three draws in between his teeth, out in a smooth whistle. "When this," He pinched his lobe, "happened, I..." Swallowed. If Noah squinted he'd see phantom fingers clamped over the other's mouth, remnants of forced silence. "I thought he knocked something from me. Out of me. Permanently."
Noah's skin chilled. He rubbed at his shoulder, the twinge when he rotated too far.
"It took me a very," Adam finally, finally, made eye contact, "Very long time to realize I could control what was or wasn't up for taking."
From the common room, the lock clicked. Ronan and Gansey back. He clenched his fists in his pant fabric. Adam was still staring, icy and determined as an hour ago when he'd hunched over numerical equations. There was only guesswork to see what value Noah had been designated.
"No one broke you." Adam said, as Noah breathed in a way he hoped looked casual. "You're not the product of what someone else did to you. You're the product of what you do with it."
ofc i'm assuming at this point Adam will be in his sophomore year of college and have come to terms with his history? Hence the odd brand of emotional maturity. This fic isn't about Adam, so I won't dwell on Adam's development too hard. And he sees a bit of himself in Noah. so hence the characterization here. Because Noah is angry and genuinely depressed after losing this thing he used to define himself by, and he's caged and closed off, and Adam sees a piece of himself in it.
Anyway, sorry for rambling. One of my favourite types of fic to write are the kind that fuck with canon dynamics by switching things up a bit. And even if the fic is Noah/Matthew centric I've been writing drabbles of the Noah and Adam friendship and it lights me up inside. (I have a really fun subplot I've been messing with where Noah is watching a Kavinsky/Ronan/Adam clusterfuck unfold and going hey what the fuck is going on?)
Sorry this turned into a fic dump ahhh! I just adore picking at Noah/Adam as a duo. Maybe I should make them kiss someday idk.
hiii.... couldn't help but notice adansey childhood friends au and get a little sick in the head about it... what's up with that <3
HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING! I love gushing about WIP.
Of everything on that list, this is the least worked but the most like *keeps in little locket around my neck.* I've got a minimal plot mapped out, because. Well, vibes. But my gist is:
So, Gansey growing up with his parents in D.C., like in canon. And I remember (though it could be headcanon conflating with canon?) mention of Adam having a grandmother. My thoughts are: Adam spending summers with his grandma. (I spent a lot of my summers away with extended relatives myself, this element is very self indulgent). It's sort of summer-by-summer recount of Adam and Gansey meeting when they're children and growing up over the years, meeting up over summers. Adam, even if his grandmother can afford to take care of him for a summer (the kinks of which I haven't worked out, but I do imagine a maternal grandmother doing what she can to give him a temporary safe space and eventually helping him get a summer job) slowly becomes aware of the disparity of his and Gansey's upbringing, as they get older and the world starts treating them differently. So these summers sort of become a source of resentment, as a reminder of something Adam really only gets in the temporary. But, also, Gansey. Safety, summer sun, ice cream, fireflies, birthdays with people who give a fuck about his birthday, sleepovers, growing pains, etc.
Depending on how this works out, I'll still have Gansey leave to travel around in his crisis. Comes to Henrietta, to Adam. Who has been actively shutting Gansey out for years, since he left. Quintessential "two queer kids growing up in homoerotic friendship and sharing a shitton of firsts" with classic adansey tensions. Having that nostalgic, rose-coloured veil of one another lifted. Adam being as close to the Gansey family as they'll really permit, considering everything about his family and upbringing. (I think in the sense that Adam gets really viewed as, almost, a pet project or something to present as a charity case which makes his friendship with Gansey even more tense.) Something messy involving Helen, and Adam getting a foot into politics through family connections. Which, also, makes him feel worse. And he blames Gansey for a lot of it, even if it is, technically, helpful. I haven't thought about it that much. (Adam regularly getting jealous of Gansey's friendships, because Adam is possessive, especially with that much history). I haven't thought about it that much. They were each other's first kiss. I haven't thought about it that much. First times, too. I haven't thought about it that much. I haven't I haven't I haven't. Also this carries onto college methinks. I don't think about it.
sending you well-wishes & blessings & general love and support <3 nothing is permanent and pain is temporary and other vague platitudes but genuinely i hope things get better soon <33
i adore you so much for this thank you <333 i actually do appreciate this reminder. life is always going to be a bumpy little road, there's just a tad more turbulence than usual at this point in time <3 we're managing, and i hope you're taking care of yourself, too, and remembering to take a deep breath and congratulate yourself on how far you've gotten <3333 i adore you thank you for this <3
