Hello! I have two exchanges to write so I figured I’d do a masterlist of my entries for the @carryon-countdown. Congratulations to everyone who participated and to the admins for organising it and thank you for taking time to leave a kind thing in the tags of everything you rb-ed.
Anyway, here we go
Day 1 - Found family: Untitled work, rated G cca 300 words
Day 2 - Distance: Rated G
Day 3 - Retellings: Don’t slay dragons (and don’t give your siblings any ideas either), rated G, 2.5k words
Day 5 - Sleepless: Surrender the night, rated T, 1.6k words
Day 7 - Animal(s): An unexpected visitor, rated T, 2.3k words, a sequel to Arrival of the birds
Day 8 - Rain: Untitled work, rated T, 1.6k words
Day 11 - Fluff: To be okay, rated G, 2.1k words
Day 12 - Wings: Untitled work, rated T, 1.2k words
Day 13 - Below the surface: Untitled work, rated T, 500 words
Day 14 - Constellations: Untitled work, rated T/M, 1.5k words
Day 15 - Hurt/Comfort: Deepest, darkest secret, rated T, 3.4k words, multi chapter, unfinished
Day 16 - Meme/Crack: I have the power of magic and Vine compilations on my side, rated T, 5.2k words
Day 17 - Blanket fort: Untitled work, rated G/T, 1.5k words
Day 20 - Technology: Another one bites the dust, rated G, 1.7k words
Day 21 - Warmth: A snippet from unpublished WIP On thin ice, rated T, 300 words
Day 22 - Unlikely friends: Another snippet from On thin ice, rated G, 2k words
Day 23 - Cooking/Baking: I made scones!
Day 24 - Song: Killer + The sound, rated T, 6k words, multi chapter, finished
Day 27 - Snowstorm: Snowed in, rated T, 2.6k words, multi chapter, unfinished
All in all, my COC document is about 40k words, including the page with prompts and a section of blooper scenes that I ended up not including but decided to put aside for other fics. Thank you to anyone who’s read any of the fics I wrote!
My breakup/getting back together/foreign country fic: Am I a joke to you?
Anyway yes. This is the untitled WIP AU where they actually broke up in AWTWB and then 4 years later they run into each other in a completely different country. This scene is from the second time they run into each other, so they already ran into each other once before.
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BAZ
I finally let myself breathe when I’m outside. Fuck. I need a smoke. I fish the cigarette case out of my pocket and light it with my fingers. (At least my fire magic still works in this magic forsaken country.)
I’m halfway through my cigarette when Snow finds me. I didn’t doubt that he would and I’m not exactly hiding.
I let my eyebrows drop into a bored expression. No need for him to know that I’m panic smoking because of him.
“I thought you stopped smoking.” His voice is disappointed.
I should’ve expected this. Snow made me quit smoking quite early into our relationship. It’s not like I smoked a lot back then, only when I was home from Watford, but he asked me to stop entirely. I started again after he broke up with me.
I don’t say anything, just take another drag of my cigarette.
“Is this how we’re going to do this? Are you just not going to talk to me at all?”
Yes, Snow, a brilliant idea. That’s exactly what I’ll do.
He’s getting worked up now, I can tell. If he still had magic, his air would be thick with it. He explodes when I bring the cigarette to my lips again.
“You’re flammable! I thought we agreed that you'd stop!”
The only reason I speak is because he’s being ridiculous.
“You lost the right to tell me what to do when you walked out of my life, Snow.”
I turn around to look at him and it’s the first time I’ve gotten a proper look at him today, too. He looks like I just punched him in the stomach. Hurt and shocked and still so gorgeous. With jeans that actually fit him and a green hoodie and—
I feel like someone’s punched me in the stomach when I see it. The golden cross hanging around his neck.
I can’t believe we’re back to that again.
He notices me staring at it and his hand flies up to grab it. “It’s not what you think!” he says quickly “It’s—”
“Whatever, Snow.” I stub out my cigarette on the nearby electrical cabinet. “I can’t tell you what to do with your life either.”
I'm back again with the On thin ice universe. (Yes, it's a universe now.) This is from the second unreleased sequel, which is about Agatha and Niamh, because who doesn't love a good lesbian figure skating/hockey AU?
I was gonna share a different snippet but my computer decided to be a bitch and deleted half of my fic. So that's fun. 👍👍👍
Anyway here's a bit of what survived my computer's unnecessary cleanse.
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AGATHA
There is a hockey player in my gym.
Technically, it’s not my gym. And technically, hockey players can use it, but it’s one of those unwritten rules that they don’t. This training complex is plenty big—there are two gyms, one in the basement and one on the first floor—and there’s absolutely no reason for a hockey player to be using the figure skating gym.
Yet here she is, on the stationary bike, pedalling away. Someone from the women’s team, I’ve no idea who she is. (Even if I did interact with the hockey players—which I don’t—it’s hard to tell them apart under those helmets anyway. Probably if she was in her gear, I wouldn’t even be able to tell that she’s a woman.) (She’s not in her gear; she’s wearing basketball shorts and a loose-fitting black cotton t-shirt, her brown hair pulled into a tight bun that must hurt her scalp.)
I clear my throat. The hockey player looks briefly in my direction, but says nothing. Maybe she’s new and no one’s told her where the hockey gym is?
I clear my throat again. “The hockey gym’s downstairs,” I say. The girl looks at me again, an annoyed expression on her face.
“Anyone can use this gym,” she says. Oh, an Irish accent? What’s an Irish hockey player doing in San Diego? (Does Ireland even have hockey players?) (Well, clearly, they have at least one.)
“Yeah, but—” I start.
“Don’t let me disturb you,” the girl drawls out. She’s got a really unpleasant demeanour—typical for a hockey player, I suppose. That’s why I don’t like hockey players. They’re unnecessarily aggressive.
I sigh and drop my stuff off in the far other corner of the gym, as far away from the scowling hockey player as possible. I was so looking forward to having the gym for myself, and now she had to come here and ruin it.
I sigh again and get on the treadmill. Better get this over with.
It is technically not the 13th anymore where I am, but I was at a christmas party and just got home. Posting this is the only thing that stands between me and some well deserved rest.
This is a snippet from an untitled WIP that's a sequel of Arrival of the birds. It's incredibly fluffy all over and has that good ol' established relationship and domestic vibes. Enjoy some weird shin monologues? Idk?
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SIMON
I wanted to give Baz some attention after they left, as he’d been a saint for the past three days, letting them stay here, but the moment they were gone, I fell straight into bed, thankful that tomorrow was my day off, and slept for eleven hours. It was so bad that Baz actually woke up before me the next day, which I genuinely think was a first in our relationship.
(And didn’t he know it. He brought me breakfast in bed, the romantic git. I could’ve asked him to marry me right there and then—if I wasn’t still half asleep.) (I did thank him properly for his patience the last few days, though. Right after breakfast.)
That’s kind of where we are right now. Still in bed, me sitting up against the headboard, the breakfast platter put unceremoniously on the floor. (I should really get up and clean up. But it’s hard when I have a blissed-out Baz lying next to me, the bare lines of his back glowing in the late morning sun.) (And besides, we’re in no rush. We’re not in a rush for another five weeks.)
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him, pushing my fingers in his hair. (It’s starting to get peppered with strands of grey now and I adore it. I love that I’ve known him long enough to see him growing older. I love the thought of getting to grow older with him by my side.)
“That I could get used to this,” Baz mutters, closing his eyes. He moves closer to me, resting his cheek against my thigh, his hand rubbing my shin. That’s another thing I adore about Baz; the way he touches me. I’m not always the best with touches, but Baz knows exactly what to do to make it good. I’d never have expected someone rubbing your shin could feel like an expression of love, but when Baz does it, it makes me feel warm all over. It makes me feel like he’s saying he loves all of me, even the odd parts like my shins or my moles. (I’m not saying my shins are weird. Just, you don’t usually love someone for their shins.)
“You should always get up late.” Baz’s voice brings me back to reality. I laugh.
“Fat chance. I already feel like I’ve wasted half of my day.”
Baz hums, bringing his hand from my shin to my hip. “You didn’t. You were with me.”
I brush my fingers through his hair. It’s streaked with grey and glistens in the sun. I could sit here doing that for hours.
identifying crayfish on Inaturalist is NOT a good sleep routine those thangs are so difficult you probably cant even get them down to genus and need 8 photos minimum of different angles and parts of the body to identify down to species including of the genitalia you might as well just be identifying sedges for fucks sake or keying out asteraceae God forbid
full pdf pattern for free on Ravelry!! making an account is free and very useful for any fiber artist
Yearning for the Yule Goat? Eagerly a-watchin’ for the Gävlebocken’s annual arson? Here’s a bona fide little guy to warm your heart all season long! Intermediate skills needed - basic amigurumi construction knowledge necessary, and the horns require the creative use of some wire. If you're fully new to crochet but would like to learn i recommend taking a look at the r/crochet wiki!
IF YOU WANT SOMEONE TO BURN: I RECOMMEND MAKING A REAL YULE GOAT ORNAMENT? or you can try to make this guy with cotton and newspaper filling. i claim no responsibility for arson related mishaps but have fun o7
@ me if you make my little goat please i would love to see :D if you have any questions hit up the inbox, i'm new to pattern writing and may have missed smthn
tags for (close to) all of the pattern-requesters under the readmore
Additions: if your viral load is suppressed by medication to the point it’s undetectable, it’s considered untransmittable, even without condoms. Children with HIV+ carriers are usually given medication when they’re born, to make sure any of the virus doesn’t take hold (which we also do to adults who fear they’ve been exposed, it’s called PEP ((Post Exposure Prophylaxis)), which is a month of medication and must be started within 72 hours of exposure).
(There’s also PreP - Pre Exposure Prophylaxis, which is taking medication if you feel you are at risk of being exposed to HIV, whether through sexual partners or sharing injection needles)
This is why we need universal free healthcare - so people can go on and have happy, healthy lives despite the HIV diagnosis. Nobody should die or live in fear when the treatment is so damn simple and effective.
HIV is not as deadly as it once was in the 1980s-1990s.
There’s been a lot of progress in this. So long as you’re taking your medications (anti-retrovirals), it’s essentially become another chronic disease like diabetes or COPD etc. HIV patients nowadays are living into their 60s and 70s and are more likely to die of cardiovascular disease rather than opportunistic infections or AIDS defining illnesses.
If the HIV viral load is undetectable, then your CD4 counts (your white cells that are affected by the virus) should normalise. Such that you’re no different to the general population when it comes to infection risk.
Yes, we should all still be precautious, but it’s no longer a death sentence.
[image description: a widely smiling black woman hugs a black man and their two children, who are also smiling widely. The woman holds a sign reading “HIV+” and the man and the children hold signs reading “HIV-”. This image is on a tweet by bucci jenkins @/Glorico who says “bruh what”.
There are 2 replies to that tweet, by GEM @/Rozthecreator reading “the woman is hiv positive, she takes her meds which makes her count low, she can’t pass it off to her husband which makes her still able to live her normal life and reproduce. The stigmas of hiv has to stop, and as Blacks especially we have to educate each other.”
The next reply is by t a y l o r @/G14_Classified_, reading “people on this app talk about sex 24/7 but are completely ignorant when it comes to stds and how they can/can’t be contracted. Yikes”.
WRONG! He is a suspect and we should treat him as such. He should be treated as innocent until proven guilty, not guilty until proven innocent. He’s a person of interest not the killer. I don’t care what the media or authorities are saying, he’s a human being who deserves a fair trial and deserves to be treated as innocent until proven otherwise.
"I was alone when I finally confronted him. Deep in the Catacombs, inside the Children's Tomb... Baz was sitting in the corner, skulls stacked along the walls around him."
~ Carry On, Rainbow Rowell
Simon dares the catacombs in search of the truth. It's not his fault he doesn't find it.