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authorjennieelaine · 11 months
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I wrote an entire book!
It's called Melded
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What's it got?
Well, illustrations for one
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And thirst
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A lawful evil antagonist bending the rules of religion for his own gain
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Body horror!
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And more!
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I'm getting ready to query for publication, but if you want to follow the journey and learn more about the book, just give this blog a follow!!
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sam-windrose · 9 months
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The blurb of my memoir
In The Epistemology of the Closet, Sedgwick writes: “the fact that silence is rendered as pointed and performative as speech, in relations around the closet, depends on and highlights more broadly the fact that ignorance is as potent and as multiple a thing there as is knowledge” (Sedgwick 4). She describes the very state of “closetedness” as “a performance initiated as such by the speech act of silence […]” (Sedgwick 3). Our silence had never been hollow, an absence of words: instead, it was theatrical, conciliatory, convincing in what it disguised, affirming of people’s assumptions, loud and provocative, a word play. Our existence was subtextual, we found shelter in the crevices of interpretation, we blossomed in the fields of others’ guesswork.
I am non-binary. You, a trans woman. We live in Athens, hiding in our closets. We navigate queer family-making, traditional values, precarity and violence in hostile Greek society, from the safety of our room. Our relationship blossomed in quarantine and everyday subverses what it means to stay hidden, to create places where survival is possible between the folds of normality.
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Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.
This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.
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muffinlance · 11 months
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EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED
Hey while AO3 is down
Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)
Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others
Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button
MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP
>>> Linkie link <<<
Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more
EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED
...Until next they are needed
If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.
To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)
Happy reading!
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nelkcats · 11 months
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My son wants to destroy the world, how do I stop him? - Search
It had been a few months since Phantom joined the League. Although he was more of an emergency contact they called in worse cases than a real member. According to the Justice League Dark, he was a ruler of another dimension so he couldn't be around all the time.
When Wonder Woman complained about his commitment to the team, Phantom frowned and called her hypocritical. Apparently Phantom watched over all the dimensions, so asking him to protect one in particular was stupid, or worse, selfish. Diana ended up very embarrassed after learning about it.
Then, it was strange for Phantom to stay beyond 5 minutes after providing his help, so Bruce was surprised to see the boy walking towards him looking extremely nervous and asking for a conversation. Bruce agreed out of curiosity.
The conversation took a strange turn when Phantom started praising his parenting skills (Bruce was proud of his kids clearly, but how the fuck did Phantom know his identity?), and complimented him on...Red Hood's self-control??? And what a good kid he was??
Apparently, Phantom had a son (Bruce was starting to believe in the "immortal" part that Constantine talked about), but he had a terrible temper and loved to destroy dimensions, for which he was often punished (Bruce was at a loss for words), Phantom assured him that no dimension that didn't deserve it was destroyed but he didn't know how to change Dan's approach.
The King insisted that he was fine with his son destroying dimensions as long as his grandfather authorized it, since they had forgiven him and those dimensions were finished anyway (Batman was grateful that his mask would not show his facial expression) but that destroying everyone would affect him in the long run and he was worried about him.
In the end, Bruce invited them to the mansion, or rather, invited Phantom to talk to Alfred and he told him he would bring his son. Bruce remembered that Jason would be visiting that day and wondered how badly the meeting would go.
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cuubism · 2 years
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I feel like Hob very much has an "I'll try anything once" approach to life, so I think it would be extremely funny if Hob learned he was queer when some random guy propositioned him in a tavern and he was like fuck it, sure why not, anything once amiright? And then after he was like oh. Well then.
(This was before he met Dream of course. There's zero chance Hob saw Dream in 1389 being all posh and weird with his little eyeliner and emerged from that encounter still thinking himself a straight man.)
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doumadono · 5 months
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you're a fucking bitch for not accepting emergency requests during christmas time. selfish cunt. I hope you rot in hell, fucking pig
Initially, I had half a mind to ignore this message, you know, let it drift into the abyss of unread notifications. But then, on the flip side, I figured it might be worth my precious time to drop a line or two and enlighten you on a couple of things.
About six months ago, I graciously introduced emergency requests as a feature on my blog. Since then, I've effortlessly tackled nearly 80 emergency requests, rejecting just one which contained explicit content. I'm consistently available when others need to let off steam, doing my utmost to lend a listening ear and offer advice.
You see, I'm practically donating my personal time to craft these requests and provide a dash of solace to those desperately in need of it. I want to clarify that my availability to fulfill requests may be limited during certain times, including holidays, due to personal commitments or high demand.
Listen up, you self-righteous hypocrite. Calling me names just because I need a bit of time for myself? That's some next-level hypocrisy right there :) Thanks to folks like you, I'm seriously contemplating shutting down emergency requests as the new year kicks in.
In case you haven't noticed, I've got a truckload on my plate. I'm waging a freaking war against leukemia, juggling the responsibilities of raising kids, and still, I manage to get back to work to help my patients going through awful situations. And what do I get in return? Your snide remarks? Bitch please.
I usually brush off stupid comments, but your words hit a nerve today. I bust my ass to aid others, often when I'm feeling worse than low. Am I being selfish now? Damn right I am. But who can blame me?
As for those emergency requests, who the heck knows? The decision will be made by the end of the year. Right now, I'm feeling lower than low, and I don't have the time or patience to deal with this crap. So, do me a favor and save your judgment for someone who gives a damn. If you're feeling a bit Grinchy, maybe a cup of cocoa or some jolly tunes will do the trick.
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currentlyonstandbi · 8 months
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george lucas should have left this scene in the final cut because it slaps HARD
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tswwwit · 9 months
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I imagine being raised by Stan results in some pretty "I don't associate with cops" views.
It sure does!
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yel-ashaya · 8 months
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In VOY 1x06, Kes complains that the EMH isn’t being treated with respect.
Janeway’s response is that “he’s only a hologram” and he’s not “alive”.
I can’t get over how different this is compared to the season 7 episode “Author, Author”, where Janeway stands up for the Doctor’s rights as a sentient being, a la Measure of a Man.
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authorjennieelaine · 2 months
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Two antagonists chilling in a basement five feet apart cause they can't stand each other ❤️✨
Excerpt from my debut novel Melded, out now through paperback or Kindle/ unlimited!
Gay romance, dark fantasy, eldritch horror trees and puppies!
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academia hates me specifically for my neurodivergent swag but at the end of the day i’m sipping a fancy little cocktail at a fancy big hotel on their dime so. i get the last laugh
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sanityshorror · 4 months
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IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ!!! All tags are relevant to my content created!
I'm Sanity. Many know me as a creator of a well known creepypasta and formally crp fandom creator. Many of you know me as a splatterpunk author who wrote The Man with the Scarred Neck. Many of you know me for my illustrations. Many for other reasons.
I am in serious need of help raising as much funds for very serious reasons ASAP, due to real life personal and immediate emergencies that were fully unforseen and only happened a few hours ago. Please go to my carrd to find links to all my pages and ways to support.
Commissions can be purchased by clicking the Buymeacoffee or KoFi icon going to the commission page. Monthly memberships with many perks are also available! You can donate there and buy the ebook the man with the scarred neck in the shop. click the tee spring icon to purchase merch. You can directly donate through cash app. Links to purchase physical copies of the men with the scarred neck are also provided on carrd!! I will of course be providing content especially for paying members as much as possible, all commissions and commissions hired will of course be completed in as timely of a manner and quickly as possible!!
unfortunately, to my dismay, The Dressmaker from Hell will likely be postponed until May 27, 2024 (2 year anniversary of Julius's creepypasta) as the emergencies are going to render me incapable of finishing the book as currently scheduled.
I will be doing my best to put out as much content as possible!!! I promise.I'm so so so sorry... I'll update on plans once I figure it out!!
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boltlightning · 4 months
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landfall: chapter 4
On a bright fateful morn, Jack Sparrow brings rumors of the Black Pearl and her crew of the damned to Port Royal. In theory, the ship should be no match for the dragon Tempest and his Captain Norrington — but the Pearl harbors dangerous shadows of her own. or: potc, but temeraire. multi-chapter wip, ~5.5k words
“This place used to be a den for some of those beasties,” Jack says. “Not like your big’un back in Port Royal, no, but the little wild gits. Rum runners took a chance and used this island as a cache. They came by, and I was able to barter passage off, after…” 
He emerges from the cellar with two bottles of rum in hand and stops short, locked in place by Elizabeth’s glare. “After a grand total of three days,” he finishes. He at least has the presence of mind to look embarrassed. Quickly, his eyes flit away, back down into the cellar. “Looks like they’re out of business now — be it by beasties or your bloody friend Norrington, or his bloody beastie. Or their bloody navy, I ‘spose. Pick your poison, eh?”
“So that’s it, then?” Elizabeth demands. “That’s the secret, grand adventure of the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum?”
Jack shrugs. “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”
He pushes a bottle of rum into her hands and slinks off. With his teeth he jerks the cork from his bottle with a low pop, and promptly pours the contents into his mouth with all the restraint that a rainstorm waters a garden.
Elizabeth is learning that chiefly luck determines your survival in the Caribbean. Wit comes second, and in a distant third place is perseverance. Though severely lacking the foremost trait, she can lean on the latter two. She turns the cool, dark glass of the bottle in her hand, mulling.
(read on ao3 here!)
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doumadono · 5 months
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That delightful moment when, after reopening emergency requests post a break, I hop on Tumblr in the morning, and boom! There are already four waiting in the inbox. It brings me immense joy to offer you comfort, folks. Much love to each and every one of you ❤️
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storybounded · 5 months
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So my day did not turn out how I planned. Been in the hospital waiting room for the biggest portion of the day. But everything is fine! I’m not hurt or anything, thank goodness!
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