#tseecka

[barnespls]

A little jayvik sketchy for @tseecka !!! <3

[loquaciousquark]

Hullo! I had a quick question for you--how do you feel about people bookbinding your fics? I have one I am working on for my personal collection--would you be okay with any/all of the following:

- my sharing pictures of it to Tumblr/the Renegade Bindery Guild discord--credit and links back to you and the AO3 page for the fic, of course

- providing me a mailing address to send you an author copy

- sharing the typeset with other members of the Guild (to create binds for their own personal collections)

?

Insert any gif you like of someone passing out with joy, and that's about ten percent of what I'm feeling right now.

Yes!! Absolutely! Oh my gosh, yes of course!! I'll DM you the address whenever you're ready for it. All photos, etc. are more than fine with me! <3

This has just made my evening, my gosh. Thank you so much for even asking, ahhh!

[nobroth]

"no, you don't get to die" - from thereluctantking

send  “no, you don’t get to die”  for my injured muse to react to yours saying this while they’re bleeding. 

It's a strange thing, to be staring at himself. Especially in such a moment.

Was the other him even real? He's not sure. As his vision fades in and out, as he pushes forward, hands grabbing the dirt and grass and pulling himself along, as his legs drag through his own blood...

If he was really there, wouldn't he help him?

The Fade barrier glitters between them. He can hear the demon snarling as he crawls to his sword, as shaking, bloody fingers close around the mangled leather hilt.

He looks to the side. To the vision of himself, dressed so... grandly.

And not as a Templar.

His breath rattles with blood, but with blade in hand he stands, and turns on the demon that chases him and the other recruits.

He doesn't get to die. Not yet. His future is watching, after all.

[valorcorrupt]

"No, you don't get to die" -from thereluctantking

Memes, They're Around @thereluctantking-blog

Get to.

Get to?

She wants to cough up blood on him. If she were less.... dying, she actually might. But as it is, all she can do as he cradles her head against his thigh and presses his fingers over her wound.

He's trying to... save her? Keep her from dying?

There's not much he can do. The mages around them don't seem to have faces. The air is so full of magic it's hard for her to breathe. She can feel it in her skin, but far away.

The stars above are beautiful.

She doesn't even remember night falling. She doesn't remember the sunset. The last sunset. She would have liked to see one last sunset. Or maybe it was just hard to tell, with the fire, the smoke, the darkspawn.

There's still smoke.

So why can she see the stars? Are those stars?

Her vision grows blurry. Riordan said that she would die when the Archdemon fell. And this feels like dying. The slow dripping of her conscious pooling on the stone beneath her. It's making her ass itch.

Oh, that's just blood. So much blood.

You don't get to die.

It's a command from her King.

She tries to breathe in, and just tastes iron. Another failure.

She supposes he will be angry with her for this, too.

She sheds a tear, and she is not sure if it is for her, or for him.

[rosesutherlandwrites]

Hullo! I was offered a digital ARC of your novel this morning and pounced on it as soon as I saw "sapphic", "celtic folktale" and "nova scotia" in the same sentence*. I then DEVOURED it in a day. It's gorgeous, beautiful, moody and Gothic and also dream-like. It was joyful and tense and poignant, and I loved it very much. My wife and I have had repeated conversations in recent months about how sparse it feels like good Sapphic books (that suit our genre interests, at least) can be, and then here comes Sweet Sting of Salt to prove me wrong.

Thank you. This was a gorgeous and excellent read, start to finish, and I can't wait for it to be released so I can add a print copy to our bookshelf. Just wanted to let you know. 💕

*exaggeration, but they were all on the same email and it wasn't a very long email so it counts

…catch me crying in my coffee first thing this morning (in the loveliest possible way)! Thank you so, so much for reaching out to let me know—I’m so glad you enjoyed Salty! Knowing that she’s out there finding people that she really speaks to, who are longing for a story like this just as much as I was when I first started writing it means more to me than I can say.

Thank you again for reading, and for reaching out with such kind words about my beloved firstborn work. It really means a lot to me! You’ve made this debut author’s entire day—week maybe!—and it’s barely 7am.

[alloverthegaf]

I have been watching you gush about Criminal Minds for months and have never been able to find it to watch except now Disney Plus Star is out in my country with all eleven seasons and my wife and I IMMEDIATELY started watching! We adore Reid and Garcia and we have you to thank for discovering this delicious found family food!

awww yay!! I’m so happy you’ve discovered the best broken fam out there and you’re enjoying the show! hmu with any big reactions!

[awheckery]

Your tags on that Rachel Weisz post were super validating to read because as an ace lady I sometimes struggle with internalized acephobia and wonder if I'm actually ace or just broken and making things up, and randomly coming across a post on my das with my literal thoughts spelled out by someone I do not know and who does not know me (regarding sitting in a room with and Just Looking at an attractive human person) was more of a relief than I can possibly express. So thank you.

I know, right?

It took me an absolutely ABSURD amount of time to figure out the ace thing. I thought it was some kind of internalized traumatic self-loathing for the longest time, that I could be dumbstruck by somebody’s presence and yet not wanna get athletically naked with them. I figured it had to be that something was wrong with me, or, conversely, that I was some kind of strange magnet for nymphomaniac friends.

In any event, I felt pretty damn isolated, because absolutely nobody else I’d ever interacted with understood what I meant when I expressed how I wanted to set Chris Pine up in the corner of a sunlit room and Appreciate The Aesthetic Of Him. Maybe occasionally mist him like a fern, as one does. (That’s a normal thing to want, right???)

I was twenty-nine before when I saw somebody’s tumblr post griping about some aspect of asexual life and I lost my shit because I’d never seen someone else talk about the internal experiences that I had, there was suddenly this concept of Not-Broken, there was this entire damn community, even.

So I’m really glad I can help somebody else feel less alone or broken or weird in the big weird world we live in! It makes my heart warm, seriously, and if you ever need a verbose shouty reminder that Asexual Is A Thing And So Can You, I’m down for it.

C’MERE AND LET ME AFFIRM YOU

[snefrue]

So, we bought a house 💕