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when the heart drips from the mouth. threesmallcrows @ ao3

[threesmallcrows]

here's post zero to beat the bot allegations.

i'm threesmallcrows on ao3 🐦‍⬛ this is a sideblog; i'm unable to like / follow from this blog 🫥

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crow.original | fanfic | fanart <- stuff i made

crow.personal <- stuff i thought & felt

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[threesmallcrows]

MattMelloWeek Day 1: Forgotten Dreams

Mello had started a LinkedIn, like the twat he was aiming to become.

“Aiming to”—because Matt still remembered well when he used to cut his hair with scissors. His black nail polish, his lipstick phase. He was a faggot in a 800-pound suit. Matt knew the core of him. He wasn’t letting go of that, not easily.

Matt lay on his back on his bed in his flat, picking memories sweatily off his damp fingertips. “Investment banking”. “I-Banking”, for those in the know. Sounded like Eye Banking. A safe full of sclera. Matt had been “eye banking” the boys down in Hulme Park in the backwash swill of 0200 Saturdays, pocketful of lorazepam to take the edge off. On about 3 to 3 and a half milligrams of lorazepam he started to really feel good about cruising, he’d catch a rhythm and a glide, prowling the bushes and benches like a sickass panther, a sickass shark, deep sailing over the continental rift.

Mello had an advanced degree; Matt had an appointment at the free clinic on Nell Lane. Mello got a promotion and Matt got chlamydia. Matt got a prescription. Matt got antibiotics for his burning stream.

He would stand in the bathrooms in the mornings, holding himself with three fingers and pissing painfully, and picture all of Mello’s accomplishments at the bottom of the toilet bowl. His straight As, twisted teeth, his delicate six-pack, the whole effortful torso. But he lost his footing when he got to his beautiful face, framed in metal, like stained glass. His hand shook and he splashed a little on the rim. No, he couldn’t do it, he could never sustain any kind of rage—anarchy, remotely-detonated devices, and the guillotine, fine, the blade plucked loose from the razor fine—but against Mello, never. Already his fingers ached to pick him out of the effluvia where Matt had cast him, to wash him in the tender bath of Matt’s tongue and mouth: Hello, darling, it’s been so long.

[threesmallcrows]

dicking around on neal.fun/wiki-spy/.. feel free to enter your own personal neuroses and obsessions for a diverting evening...

[threesmallcrows]

Lando watched the video back. The trouble wasn’t just that Daniel looked fit, but that, through the lens, it was obvious that she thought he was fit.

happy monday to all @disarmd heads :)

[threesmallcrows]

crows cawing loud as fuck my favorite time of day

[kisuukee]

get in the fucking rb22, Max

[redlipstickresurrected]

Olga Prusakova aka Ольга Прусакова (Russian, based Arzamas, Nizhny Novgorod region, Russia) - Garden 2, 2021, Oil Pastels, Gouache, and Colored Pencils on Paper

[threesmallcrows]

such a silly ask but do you imagine mattmello and their environments and ocs and such as animated when you write them? magnolia has such great visual language i can totally imagine some of the scenes as being in their own niche anime lol

not at all a silly ask op - if by "imagine" you mean "mentally picture", i mostly don't picture anything when i write!

tldr; i'm close to aphantasic, for example on this chart, i'm around a 4. i've had a hard time explaining this to people in the past so made a little example below 🤗 if you asked me to close my eyes and picture a beach, the right image is similar to what i'd "see":

and that's if i focus on visualizing something - so when i'm concentrating on writing, i tend to not "see" anything at all, or i get very short flashes of images like the above. (all to say re: your question, i guess.. no...?)

digression from your ask, but i think it's so super cool when people leave comments that a fic was "visual" or gave them interesting mental images, because it's amazing how we can experience the same thing so differently. yall are seeing shrimp colors i can't even imagine! just 1 small part of why reading is so awesome and writing is so awesome wahoooo!! let's all collaborate together 4ever <3

[thefugitivesaint]

oakoak, 'Free Rothko', 2024 Source

[raylangivins]

has everyone seen the website that gives you a rothko for your local weather?

[threesmallcrows]

i was tagged very kindly by @bakugeorge to post the last line i'd written, but for a long time there was no last line to be had.. but now mattmelloweek (mattmellomonth) is approaching and the line is here, and it's gross:

Matt didn’t so much slide into the DMs as clutch and climb in, jittering and gurning, and then cling onto the doorjamb refusing to get out.

stalking the mmweek tumblr has yielded me @vamphorica @wholegrainz4200 @overkeehl but honestly + anyone else who plans to write for this event :) the world wants to hear your sentences👂👀👂👍

[threesmallcrows]

breast 🤝 bros (pt. 1)

[threesmallcrows]

Push them together, honeypie, give me a show.

(bonus alt version below the cut):

[threesmallcrows]

Christ, time accumulating in rolls around her stomach.

"Crudo", Olivia Laing

[threesmallcrows]

Hi! Very silly question, but if you’d ever be comfortable sharing what you think Mello and Matt’s birthplaces are, I’d absolutely love to know. I enjoy astrology purely for fun and would be so curious to see what their moon and rising signs might be lol ! Of course, no pressure at all if that isn’t something you’re interested in sharing. Thank you so much ! 💕

hi hi anon! have to confess i know so little about astrology that idk what their birthplace would have to do with the moon (isn't there only 1??) or rising (rising what??? sun...?) but i do actually have a headcanon for this! matt: odessa, texas, usa. mello: odesa, ukraine. because they are soulmates ☀️🌙

[threesmallcrows]

If you're still taking asks about your wips, I'd love to hear about the DE Knock off Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 👀🫶🏼

op i am a 24/7 counter at a ratty local drive-through dishing answers to questions about my wips

i've actually talked a little about this one at the bottom of this ask (trigger warning ⚠️ f1) and please do read that first because the rest of this will be addressing some non-light topics

soo yup! 😬 couple scenes i had in mind for jean's weeklong death honeymoon:

almost immediately he starts getting mailers for a reactionary right-wing hate group (like MRA meets measurehead's whole shtick). and jean's like "these people are fucking vile but i am also vile" and starts attending basement meetings for kicks, a la marla in fight club. and part of what gets him to live again is the gradual realization that these bunch of losers are actually planning something kind of dangerous and if he returns to the RCM he can do something about it

there's a scene where he cuts himself and then tries to go to the hospital but when he gets there the hospital is literally on fire and burning down. so he faints in front of some civvies and gets first-aid from a ping-pong coach using spare gym socks. and then just goes home.

i actually started writing this but only got like 80 words in. but here's how the start of the doc looks:

[seekingstars]

Archaic Torso of Apollo - Rainer Marie Rilke, tr. Stephen Mitchell