Figuring this shit out as I go

A shipper of many fandoms, I sail into the deep...Rothery - a03

[stargatesource]

STARGATE SG-1 || “Window Of Opportunity” 4.06

[tilda-rothery]

A brief look into my writing process. As in there is none 🤣 or barely one. Speech first—the bare bones—followed by everything else getting fleshed out, which sure does take its time.

Especially as I've been super busy since posting the last chapter. Work, bees, and birthdays - another level up for me and The Big ONE for my second born 😱

Poor chapter 10 (it'll be 11 on ao3) hasn't had much of a look in 🙈 hopefully it will be worth the wait though. The denial.

I'm excited for this chapter 😁

✌🏻

[tilda-rothery]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Part 2: falling into pieces

“Clarissa—"

She could’ve easily pulled her face away, but the world sort of melted away at the gentleness of Leonora’s voice, the warmth of her fingers.

It took her off guard. The only thing grounding her down was the smell of stale coffee lingering in the air.

Two months rather than two years this time 😆

Enjoy!

[tilda-rothery]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rather than sleep, my brain demanded I write some smut.

It's been awhile. No promises, but it probably sucks 🤣

[givemeareasontobebeautiful]

Dorothy Zbornak, my muse

[sg1]

SG1'S 1K CELEBRATION ☆ @formerdetective requested ↳ Sam/Jack + Touch + Palette

[sg1]

SG1'S 1K CELEBRATION ☆ @starrybouquet requested ↳ Sam Carter & Kathryn Janeway comparisons

+ Bonus:

[tilda-rothery]

“Someone’s birthday?” Leonora asked, pulling up a card between her fingers as if from thin air rather than from the organised chaos that was Clarissa’s desk.

“It was,” Clarissa answered sharply, resisting the urge to stamp her foot as Leonora held it high out of reach, a smirk on her lips. Clarissa wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap it or kiss it off her face. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she snatched the card from Leonora’s grasp and asked again, “What are you doing here?”

I am working on part 2 of chapter 9 I promise 😂 it's just a slow process. Between the sick bugs working through my house; work, heat waves, holidays (school & beach) and general life stuff, I'm writing when I can, even if it's just a sentence at a time.

I've also been tasked with making 20 odd mini crochet bees by July for work, which doesn't sound huge, but my evenings are currently dedicated to getting them finished 😂 otherwise they will never get done in time.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[tilda-rothery]

It's dandelion season! And I am leaning into it this year😅

Fritta's, salads, stem spaghetti, garlands...

I even have some dandelion roots drying ready to try as a coffee sub (I am curious more than anything)

Totally claiming this as fic research too 😂

[tilda-rothery]

Update:

I've roasted my dandelion roots after leaving them to dry out for a few days, and omg! The smell as they roasted was amazing. No joke, my house was filled with the most delicious smell of chocolate brownies you could imagine 🤤

I'm hoping to make coffee with them in the morning, and I'm desperately hoping they taste even a fraction as good as they smelled.

[tilda-rothery]

It's dandelion season! And I am leaning into it this year😅

Fritta's, salads, stem spaghetti, garlands...

I even have some dandelion roots drying ready to try as a coffee sub (I am curious more than anything)

Totally claiming this as fic research too 😂

[tilda-rothery]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 9 part 1

Clarissa didn’t mind the drive, the roads at this time of day were somewhat empty compared to those of the city. It allowed her mind to wander into nothingness, tuning into static.

Her head didn’t feel so much like it was splitting in two, now that she was without the claustrophobic crowds overtaking the pavements, the harsh exhaust fumes heavy in her nose and the looming sense of loneliness the city evoked within her.

Trying to get back into the voices of these characters has been a slow process. I wrote the first quarter of this fic before my hiatus. Hopefully you can't tell too much that it's been two years since I last wrote anything for this story!

Sorry for all the angst...

Enjoy

[dogsanddancingmonkeys]

The funniest thing about sg1 is that while amanda tapping is already quite tall herself (175cm / 5'8), everybody else on the team is a freakish giant which means that compared to them she doesn't look that tall

[captain-sassy-socks]

...and then you have Teryl “smol bean” Rothery...

[ekaterin1701]

I’m about the same height as Teryl Rothery, so this is exactly how I’d look if I were next to SG1.

[sunflowersand-bees]

people don’t enjoy shipping anymore. the point of shipping isn’t the catharsis of watching them kiss onscreen, it’s grabbing the characters and mashing their faces together like you’re five years old playing Barbie in your room again. it’s to take one moment of eye contact in canon and read that over and over and over again with twenty different writers’ interpretations of the characters internal monologues if they were in love. it’s to see the characters interact and cheer because you know that’s another moment to add to your list of canon compliant fic ideas. you’re stressing yourself out, this is supposed to be fun!

[naturallybecca]

Love the scene of Sam and Dr Frasier having a whole sciencey conversation with Jack right there and not engaging with him at all because he has no clue what they're talking about, beautiful, fantastic work, this is the opposite of mansplaining this is man shutting the fuck up because he can barely follow the conversation. It is beautiful

[sg-1verine]

General George Hammond shitpost

[quinnjgraham]

I know this is the website where we talk about artists and writers doing anything other than making art or writing, but man, we REALLY undersell how good it feels to actually work on your stuff.

Like you hit your word count for the first time in a week and its like