#trustwrites

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Just reached a really pathetic landmark number of followers. Hello friends. Welcome to the danger zone. It’s 6:15pm here in sunny South Korea and no one knows I’m writing gay porn in this cafe.

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It’s hard to write Destiel when you can’t stop thinking about Fullmetal Alchemist and Hamilton. But I’m going to finISH THIS FIC

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Ive started writing. A lot. A lot lot. But it is sort of ruining my work life. Very hard to focus and prep with an ongoing series of storylines.

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Day Two of actually working on finishing BSN. My workload is insane so no promises about the week ahead. Also my birthday is on Friday. I would love to be finished with this for my birthday, but that is impossible.

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i am writing bsn LITERALLY AT THIS MOMENT

freedom is niGH, FREEDOM WILL COME FOR ME

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i was just listening to Hamilton with @franlatte again (because our lives are ruined) and we got to that part in Helpless/Satisfied when Philip Schuyler tells Hamilton to “be true” and that somewhat inane line really strikes us every time. Because, I mean, he doesn’t, obviously, but it’s more than that.

Alexander had one job, one thing that he was supposed to do, and that was be faithful to Eliza. That’s it. He took on five fucking thousand other jobs and did them simultaneously and expertly and possibly in his sleep, and he just couldn’t manage that one damn thing. One job. Alex. One.

But if you think about it, as fran pointed out, Philip was really taking a huge gamble on Alex, right? This whoreson ragamuffin with literally nothing discernible to his name except battlefield prowess and a strange reputation asked for Eliza’s hand, and Philip agreed. He agreed to it. With one condition. That Alex was true. So he gambled big on Hamilton, and he kind of lost. (Obviously not totally, because Hamilton did many great things and did have a legacy as well as buckets and buckets of children and probably half of New England is descended from him, but you get our point. It’s an emotional failure.)

But the person who really gambled on him and lost was Angelica. She saw him, and loved him instantly, and for three very good reasons she stepped aside and trusted him with Eliza, the most important person in her life. She trusted him with her best friend, and honesty the person she most looked up to in the world. She trusted that, in standing aside, Eliza would be happy in his life. She gambled hard on Alexander and lost.

and since that made me cry in my living room while I was folding laundry i thought i’d share it

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So I’m really excited because I’ve started working on artistic projects again. I mean, I work at this school from 9:00a - 7:00p every day, so I’m exhausted most days, but after 3.5 months I’m finally drawing, and writing, and coloring, and doing typography projects, and I feel more like myself than I have in years. It’s really exciting.

also reread the entirety of that one fic i was writing and i’m ready to finish it? i think? and also i started writing something elsssssssse hopefully this pans out?

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I just found a really  elaborate outline in my writing folder that I last modified in 2008 or so...that I'm 90% sure I didn't write.

But the outline is kind of in my voice? 

But it definitely wasn't mine. Probably. I hope it wasn't, because I'm deleting it for fear of accidental plagiarism. But the mystery. Whose outline was I beta-ing? Did I ever get back to them? Did they ever figure out who the knife in the tree belonged to? Fuck me.