Becoming A Writer Is Great Because Now You Have A Hobby That Haunts You Whenever You Don’t Have Time

just attempted to vaguely explain my oc lore to my friend and i think it broke his brain a little. like "yea so my character who was set on fire as a baby—" "YOUR WHAT" "the one named after the chess piece, keep up."

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(whiteknuckling the edges of my mechanical keyboard) I will not fill these plotholes with vampires I will not fill these plotholes with vampires I will not fill these plotholes with vampires I will not

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Agnes Montague is sitting in the coffee shop again. Same table, same black coffee, same routine. She wraps her hand around the mug, feeling the heat bloom under her palm. It’s better than burning people, than having them as a sacrifice to prove her warmth. She’s grown out of those fits of anger, and now she sees herself as more of her destiny than the flame borne from it. That’s what it is to be the light in the lightless flame. She wants to be kind but she can’t. She’s a creation with a purpose, and that purpose isn’t kindness.

Everyone else in this shop is human. Completely human. They were born in hospitals, probably, and not within someone else’s – her mother’s – sacrificial funeral pyre. Everyone else in this shop has friends. Everyone else in this shop can find their own purpose. And Agnes just heats her drink, the steam barely bringing up the temperature of her burning skin. She’s the sunlight, just bringing heat down on everyone with her touch. She can burn, but she is essential. She’s not sure who told her that. Something that has to be wrong within her tells her that it was her mother.

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just a sad double drabble of me thinking about agnes too hard!! she thinks about her mom regularly imo,, i consider her thinking about her mom's (voluntary) sacrifice as justification that she has to follow her destiny :((((

And they lived happily ever after together, and nothing bad ever happened, and everyone got what they wanted and left Jmart alone!

Wow! What a wholesome end to a great podcast! I can't wait to listen to The Magnus Protocol! I bet nothing bad will happen there too! 🥰

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

"The nonbinary afab who goes by she/her, dresses femininely, and uses a push-up bra when I—" when you what? What's wrong with her?

Is she not nonbinary enough for you? Is the way she experiences her queerness and how she presents not perfect enough for you? Nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny, right? So why is she the exception? Why does she have to hate herself to appeal to your standards? Why is she any less trans—any less worthy of respect—cause it's "not visible"? Queer solidarity my ass. Don't spout this bullshit on Pride, man.

probably the best parallel between bluesey and pynch is that for Blue and Adam, this story is Pride & Prejudice level rivals-to-lovers - each of them going “fuck, him? really? him??” every step of the way - whereas Gansey and Ronan were both immediately and irrevocably in love

paranormal investigator but the ghosts are the clients