I just love you.
i shan’t speak..
Outline your fic during staff meeting.
think about your blorbos ON THE CLOCK
I did it. I finished a story. It's the first multi chapter story I've ever completed. It's the length of a novel. I could write a novel.Of course this one is unpublishable. But if you'd like a bit of problematic A/B/O smut that is dark and angsty and also nice and fluffy, and if you've been dying for some transmasc representation, and if you do not know me IRL and don't speak to anyone who does....
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63663868/chapters/163192720
I love the way Vi is just nomming on that neck like yes please just gobble me up thank you.
vi’s neck kissing… cait’s hand on her chest, caressing her. I CANT DO THIS. i love my caitvi. i need that 3 hr scene footage NEOWW.
(gifs cr: @terrapia)
yes it's hot but am i the only one bothered by the mirror image-i-ness of it?
💙CaitVi❤️
I am chipping away at this chapter, putting way too much pressure on myself, writing and then discarding vast swathes of words, scowling at my monitor, not doing my job.
I just need to be done with this story so I can step off the angsty smut train for a hot minute and rejoin the world. I don’t want to sleep on it, give it time. I want to finish it, and finish it perfectly.
Tell that to my boss.
Actually, never mind. Don’t.
no time spent writing fanfic is ever wasted
At what point do you become annoyed with my incessant attempts to connect with you, a creative I admire who brought me joy?
but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???
I can’t imagine anyone doing this based on my fanfics but I will definitely be writing fanfic fanfic.
reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics
Chapters 1-10 - Too obsessed to stop. Can't eat, can't sleep, must write.
The final Chapter - what is writing? who am I? look, chocolate.
As a Canadian living in the US, yes.
It is kind of funny how Canadian patriotism had been on the decline for decades right up until Donald Trump uttered the Manchurian Candidate trigger phrase "51st state" and sent it automatically and reflexively shooting back up.
But wait, now do I have to draw the architectural plans that align with whatever nonsense I've written going down in the kiramman mansion?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63663868/chapters/165401341
I've posted the penultimate chapter of my smutty A/B/O CaitVi x Oc trainwreck, in case anyone's interested. I might actually finish a multichapter story - it will be the first time in my life, not for lack of trying.
My new favorite comment? "That really rustles my jimmies"
the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.
The soft/hard duality of Vi is maybe my favorite thing about her characterization. It's evident in everything she does.
i think the way the creators made vi have the two sides of her face represent her personality so distinctly is the most creative and perfect way they could of gone with her character design, one side is unscarred and hidden by her hair; can be shown how she’s gentle and able to be vulnerable to those she’s closest with, but only if she feels safe to let her guard down, the other side is scarred and revealed; how she’s portrayed herself to everyone, the strongest, the one who protects, emotionless, brave, and hot-headed altogether. her story lies just by looking at her, and i think that’s beautiful.
It kills me that I can’t leave multiple kudos, and frankly, if you held my attention for a whole chapter, you get the kudos. It’s hard to put your writing out there, it’s so vulnerable, and when you’re in that state, it’s easy to interpret silence as apathy at best, active dislike at worst.
I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.
I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.
If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.
And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.
I tap the mic. “Most people don’t want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.”
the crowd murmurs uncertainly.
“If someone wants to steal your dog,” I continue, “there are easier ways to do that. They don’t have to crawl into a chimney.”
Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.
“People disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,” I shout. “Literally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?”
“I have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!” Someone yells, throwing a shoe.
“You seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?” Another cries.
“Only a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!” Says a third.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid
This is a metaphor
I feel so strongly about this. It is a spiritual practice walk outside every day in the growing season and appreciate the chaos of my garden. Last summer I had a yellow primrose volunteer itself, the summer before that, a wild orchid. Every spring is a joyful surprise. What will grow this year? The lawn is sprinkled with tiny white flowers and clumps of buttercups that I mow around. Once upon I had plans, designs, now I toss flower and vegetable seeds alike, and anticipate the results.
I can't imagine being offended by the dandelion out of place.
i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless "weeds" in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can't cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well
People may find this framing rude but it is 100% correct.
Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.
The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).
Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.
me every time I post something
keeping this for later
I live for the comments. There's no other notification that fills me with more joy.
I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63663868/chapters/165082702
Chapter 9 posted!
One day a coworker came to my computer to help me with something, and the active browser tab was a thesaurus entry for the word 'cry'. Wow, she goes, r u okay? And now she is constantly telling other coworkers that story just in case they weren't aware of how emotionally unstable I am.
writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"
I need to watch these scenes again because I'm actually not convinced they're the same room. We all want it to be, of course, myself included, and will be thrilled to find I am wrong.
something about caitlyn changing her bed curtains from green to violet
I agree but not for reasons, I just feeeeeeel it.
LISTEN TO ME RN OKAY
the reason why in my head cait is absolutely a top and vi is a bottom (who is often a service top for reasons i will explain) is because like- psychology. it just makes sense.
cait in season 1 was already having to fight for her position as an enforcer to be taken seriously. she was underestimated for years, but she went against the explicit restrictions given to her just to prove she was amazing at her job. shes the one who took charge throughout almost all of her little mission with vi, she just wasnt street smart but she sure as hell was the leader and is meant to be one.
vi is, at her core, a bottom. inside, she really does want nothing more than to be taken care of because nobody ever does that. but she takes it upon herself to care for others, to always be the giver, because thats what shes conditioned herself to do. but i think a lot of us know that shes just a sad woman who really needs a hug and someone to remind her that she is worth more than what she can give and that she doesnt always have to be the one to do it.
so yea im right, all of those who disagree are stupid /lh
No. Sorry but she has to live. Dead lesbians in media are stacked to the ceiling.
Also Vi should have been allowed to die. Stop taking her family from her. Let her go with them.