distractivate
way too awake
Distractivate on ao3, she/her, ace, 30s, Schitt's Creek, OFMD, Alexis Hall, and probably a little of a lot of other things, 18+ please
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Bound: Getting Over Getting Older All the Time by Distractivate
This was a gift for @sunlightsymphony, who voiced Patrick in the podfic of this gorgeous fic. They know what they did to deserve this. Or will do.
This was a fun one. I used cherry blossoms because they are important to Patrick in this fic. I probably could have used end papers that went better with the front, but OH WELL they're pretty.
I wanted to keep the author notes, which I haven't done with other fics, but these had playlists and other notes relevant to the story, so I set them up as footnotes. It was a bit hacky and it felt like a house of cards that would collapse if I breathed on it changed a single letter. But we got there.
Errors, I made a few, but nothing not fixable. Like putting the bookmark ribbon in on the bottom instead of the top. And then I reprinted the first signature after I decided on cherry blossoms, so I could include them on the title pages, but then I didn't notice until the text block was all sewn that a page in that folio was out of order. Whoops! So I reprinted and glued them in the correct place. It's not very noticeable. I think.
I was super careful with my glue, I wanted to be very neat, and it worked! Gee, who's have thought being slow and deliberate would pay off when working with messy and unforgiving materials?!?
Fonts used:
Body and chapter headings: Garamond Premier
Cover and title pages: Serenity
#i mean#this is the coolest thing ever#ficbinding#schitt's creek fic#sc fanfic#getting over getting older
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Listen, is The Untamed an incredibly moving story of soulmates overcoming all odds including death? Yes. But never forget that Lan Wangji fell in love like a cat being forced into a bath, hissing with futile repressed rage the entire time. And that’s beautiful.
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heyyyy. I know there are a lot of musician Patrick fics, but are there any that explore David as a musician? He doesn't have to be famous (though those are welcome too) just any fics where he is musically inclined. thanks!
Hey, anon! Thank you for this ask! There are a few musician David fics (but we could always use more!)
This Time Around by @distractivate [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
There’s No Turning Back by High-Seas-Swan @noahreids [david/patrick, M, one shot]
shine like silver by @stereopticons [david/patrick, T, one shot]
If Music Be the Food of Love by asoftplacetoland [david/patrick, T, one shot]
heartstrings by @schittyfic [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]
you never shined so brightly by @rosedavid [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]
light up my world by @dessertwaffles [david/patrick, T, one shot]
ostinato by @grapehyasynth [david/patrick, T, one shot]
Embouchure by Poutini @cheesecurdsgravyandfries [david/patrick, G, one shot]
All the Songs I Sing are About You by @missgeevious [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
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“Can I talk to you?”
A non-committal, “mmm,” was all her mother said but she had adopted her ‘benevolent’ smile, which Alexis took as permission.
“Something weird happened to me tonight,” she began.
Her mom rolled her eyes. “Oh, Alexis. We’ve all found ourselves dangling over the edge of Grand Duke Henri’s ski lift at one time or another. I know things feel dire now but, I promise you, it will grow back eventually.”
Alexis paused, then shook her head. Best not to go down that road. Besides, she refused to be distracted.
“Um, no. Not that.” When her mother simply continued gazing serenely at her, she bit her lip and just asked her directly. “Am I adopted?”
Her mom sighed, reaching into her bag. “Darling, if you want your therapist to prescribe a better class of benzos, shock value is much more effective than ennui.” She held out her tin of ‘mints.’ “Here. Take a few of mine and then run along, dear. Mummy doesn’t have time to help you spin a more convincing tale of anguish and woe.”
Alexis rolled her eyes. “That is not what’s happening here.” She pursed her lips. Her mother so rarely shared the contents of her tin. “Although, yes, thank you, I will.” She extracted three blue and white capsules and two orange ones. That done, she forged ahead. “I’m serious! I, um, I kind of turned into a… car, tonight… and, last time I checked, ‘distinctive hexagonal accents’ and ‘elegant Y-shaped features’ don’t exactly run in the family.”
“Well, not on my side, certainly.” Her mother shivered dramatically. “Uncle Caspian never did recover, poor man.” She raised her martini glass and tipped it slightly in acknowledgment before taking a healthy swallow.
“Wait, who’s uncle Caspian?”
“Hmmm?” It took a moment for her mother to comprehend the question. “Oh, oh no. No, no. You take my advice and steer clear of geometrics. All facets lead to disaster, no matter how tantalising they may seem.”
Alexis really ought to have known better than to ask.
“So, anyway. Is Dad, like, not my dad?”
“Alexis.” Her mom’s smile slid from serene to sympathetic. “Of course he is.”
“No, but, are you, like, sure?” She shifted uncomfortably, no longer certain she wanted her suspicions confirmed. “Because David has his eyebrows but I… What do I have?”
“Oh, no, Alexis. You know there’s more to fatherhood than inserting a protoform.”
Alexis blinked. “Inserting a—ew.” She really didn’t want to know. “Wait. Are you saying he isn’t my dad?”
Her mom patted her knee. “He is in all the ways that matter. If you’re asking about your conception, well.” A dreamy smile floated across her mom’s face. “The 80’s were a decade of lush hedonism, Alexis. We were helpless against its sybaritic charms.”
“Um. Ew.”
“And you know what your father is like. He is simply insatiable when it comes to—”
“Ew!”
“—sensual indulgence. We used to host such lavish parties—”
Alexis squeezed her eyes closed and smashed her fingers into her ears, she might even have whimpered, desperate to block out this appalling conversation and prevent any more of her brain from melting. The sound of her mom’s voice slowly faded and she cautiously opened her eyes, then unplugged her ears. Her mom was wreathed in contemplative silence and Alexis relaxed in relief.
It was short-lived.
“Such an ostensibly odd couple,” she mused. “The gorgeous, suave microscope and the eager naïf and his briefcase—but as devoted to each other as they were to the pursuit of scientific advancement. Oh, we had such a lovely time with them that winter.” She paused, her face scrunched in the closest she ever got to an actual frown. “Alexis, are you sure your transmogrification was into an automobile? Because I seem to recollect the awkward little mech was a jet, in all senses of the word.”
“Oh my god! Ewwwww! Stop!” Alexis’s protests made no visible impact on her mother, who blithely continued.
“Say what you will about existential metaphysics but you can’t deny he did marvellous things with mass-displacement and quantum disaggregation.”
“EW!”
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Six Things
Rules: answer the questions then tag anyone you want to get to know better/catch up with.
Thank you for the tag @smallumbrella369!
Last song: Touch by Cigarettes After Sex
Last show: Taskmaster
Currently watching: Abbott Elementary
Currently reading: Check, Please! (fic recs wanted!)
Current obsession: Formula 1 (I'm as surprised as you)
Unrelated obsession: Learning to sail
Tagging @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @celeritas2997 @olive2read @cinnaluminum and anyone else who wants to join.
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ROSE FROM THE ASHES
How getting lost at the ill-fated Blayze Music Festival led David and Patrick to find themselves and each other.
60k words, a romping tropefest of a desert island AU, posting soon.
There was only one cave! Banter! Huddling for warmth! Survival! Enemies to stranded to lovers!
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I’m a sucker for apocalypse au’s— tell me about A Survivalist's Guide to Love in a Zombie Apocalypse!!
Answer for the WIP Game
Ah sorry I missed this! This was a 5+1 I was hoping to post featuring Bill and Frank from The Last of Us with a short vignette in each section. The five sections are: Preparedness, Defenses, Resource Management, Cultivation, and Common Repairs, and they are meant to have a relationship vignette on that theme. I'd love to finish it but oof, postfic burnout is real. Thanks for the ask!
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Hi witches! I would like to find the slow-burniest slow burn fic and the angsties angst fic there is. What do you think?
Well, hello you.
The coven needs you to be aware that this caused quite a stir. Lots of conversations around the cauldron on this one.
We ultimately decided we would do a top three list for each. But, we also want to open this up to our farm witch friends, because we are very curious about their opinions.
Please add your picks in the comments/reblogs!
angstiest
An Early Winter - littlebebecrows
Let your heart be light - @blueink3
Seasons of Love - @distractivate
slow-burniest
favored nations - @blueink3
Strangers, Friends, Husbands, Lovers - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)
Anything for us - SweetSirius (@wordthieve)
Your turn!
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Schitt family circus? Sounds interesting 👀👀
(From the WIP Ask Game)
Thanks for the ask (and cc @smallumbrella369 who asked for this one too)!! This is one of those WIPs that has been really fun from a worldbuilding perspective, but I can't find my way through the plot yet. Here's the summary from my notes:
The Rose Circus is the stuff of legend until a crooked manager makes off with their train and most of their talent. Forced to embrace their rival Schitt Family Circus, who offer them and their remaining performers a home, they pin their hopes on an untried ringmaster (Patrick) whose natural talent and unfounded confidence is their only hope.
Here's a little bit of it:
Patrick emerges from his dressing room, his eyes rimmed in black kohl liner, leather straps crisscrossing his chest, his groin, under his Prussian blue tailcoat. He takes a swig of ale, and his sets his shoulders like he’s swallowing his visible nerves too before he makes his way to the animals.
"Mom said he does his own leatherwork," Alexis says conspiratorially as they watch him don his top hat and mount his horse. Kerrin, a sleek black stallion with a mane that cascades almost to the ground, is similarly decked out in crisscrossing leather straps studded with brass fittings and buckles.
"Leatherwork?" David says, transfixed. The ensemble is not as flashy as David is accustomed to, but the bits of gold on the horse, on the buttons of Patrick's coat, peeking out from under it… Together he and the horse glint in the light of the oil lamps, subtle and intricate.
"Yeah,” Alexis continues, stretching her arms above her head, warming up her shoulders for their aerial act. “Apparently he used to apprentice for a harness maker."
David turns to her, startled. "Well." David swallows. "It's, um... It's a look." It's more than a look. The image of Patrick's nimble fingers stitching each buckle into place, burnishing the leather, then holding it up around his hips to check the fit . . .
"Isn't it? Anyway, see you out there, David." She boops his nose and saunters off, as if it's not her own life she's just endangered by giving him this visual when he's supposed to be focusing on catching her thirty feet in the air.
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OOOO!
Space!David PLEASE???
(From the WIP Ask Game)
Thanks for the ask!! This is one of my favorites, but the research got too intense for the amount of time I have available right now. Space!David is a near-ish future saga where Johnny runs Rose Galactic, a space tourism company. After receiving some troubling news, David spontaneously takes off in one of Rose Galactic's spacecraft and gets stranded by a mechanical failure. Anyway it's pretty bonkers, but I really like what I have written so far and wish it would finish itself lol. I hope you enjoy this snippet:
“Can’t we just, I don’t know, intercept him?” Patrick seethes, staring at the blinking dot on the control console that represents David rocketing through space on Rose Galactic’s Daedalus IV spacecraft.
Roland frowns. “Yeah, sorry, no can do. All of our other birds are meant for near-earth orbit. It’s lucky he took the one he did, or he’d be dead already.”
“What happened to Daedalus I through III?” Patrick asks, twisting the lanyard of his security credentials through his restless fingers.
Roland sucks on his teeth “Trade secret. Hey, you’re just lucky Bob upgraded the comms in D-IV so we still have contact with Dave.”
Stevie turns to Patrick. “What if we take one of the new test craft and like, geometry a new trajectory?”
“Sorry, Stevie,” Roland says. “The Daedalus V hasn’t even passed plugs out testing. Probably just lose them both.”
“Also, it’s astrophysics, not geometry.” Patrick is being a pedantic asshole, he knows that, but he can’t exactly take out his frustration on the guy stranded on a spaceship. At least not until he gets him home.
She shrugs helplessly. “Close enough.”
Patrick knows he doesn't need to remind her that when it comes to space, there’s no such thing as close enough. He turns to Mr. Rose for help, but Johnny is ashen-faced and distracted, his mind a million miles away with the blinking dot on the display.
Stevie is trying harder to hold it together, but she has her cuffs tucked inside her fists and keeps looking at Patrick expectantly, like retrieving petulant heirs from the vast black nothingness is a thing he should have learned how to do when he interned at the Jet Propulsion Lab. Johnny called Patrick in because he’s the best they’ve got, because he’s capable and rational and impartial. If he knew that David had spent most of the last month in Patrick's bed...
No. Patrick is the best they’ve got, even half out of his mind with anger, with regret, with fear. It’s fear that’s kept him from suggesting the only idea he has, because if it doesn’t work, then… God dammit, David. When he speaks again, his voice is thin. “There's one thing that might work.”
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WIP Game
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips
Thank you @smblmn and @smallumbrella369 for tagging me!
I don't know how many of these I'll finish but this is the list of fics I have not officially quit yet.
Space!David
Tim Coda
Schitt Family Circus
Alexis-Stevie Marriage Pact
A Survivalist's Guide to Love in a Zombie Apocalypse
I've been away from tumblr for a bit so I'm sorry if you've already done it and I missed it. Tagging @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @olive2read @celeritas2997 @cinnaluminum and @doublel27 and anyone who wants to participate!
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Fic Origin Story
Thanks @cinnaluminum and @noahreids for tagging me and thanks Tumblr for failing to deliver any of my notifications from the last week or so. Sorry I'm so late to the party.
What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?
Officially I guess it was Schitt's Creek. I wrote A TON of bandslash back in the day, but I didn't post any of it anywhere, nor did I engage with fandom in any meaningful way outside of my brickspace friends, so I don't feel like it counts as being in a fandom.
What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?
The first story I ever finished was about rival horse trainers. I grew up riding horses and worked at a stable for many years. They say write what you know, so I did. I think it was supposed to be enemies to lovers, but one of the trainers fell in love with the farrier instead. Oops.
What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?
Save it and share it. I have lost so many words over the years, tucked away in notebooks or lost on obsolete hard drives. I never got the courage to post anything and eventually threw away or deleted aything I thought it was bad. Honestly, a lot of it probably was bad, but I really wish I still had it.
What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?
I remember pretty early on after joining my first Discord server, someone dipped into my DMs to talk about a show I'd recommended to them (completely unrelated to the fandom we shared), and we chatted for HOURS. I have massive social anxiety and have a lot of trouble keeping a one-on-one conversation going, and they just kind of rode with it. It was a great chat, but also just eased my anxieties a lot. Several years later, we're still buds.
Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one.
From The Person You Marry:
“Relax, David. It’s just a piano,” Patrick says. David hasn’t spoken, but he rarely needs to. Patrick only needs to read his body to read his mind.
And keeping with the music theme, from This Time Around:
“Patrick…” David turns so he’s facing him. Fuck, is he really going to do this? Is he going to risk this? His heart, lodged as it is in his throat, speaks for him.
I have been MIA for awhile and I'm not sure who's done this so please join in if you want and tag me! I'd love to know your origin story.
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Hi all! Hope your week is off to a good start! Please enjoy these fics and don’t forget to leave comments and kudos!
liv’s recs: For the Bridegroom who Marries in June by princesstigerlily [david/patrick, G, one shot]
it’s the pits by @blueink3 [david/patrick, G, one shot]
julie’s recs: endlessly by @blackandwhiteandrose [david/patrick, M, one shot]
This Time Around by @distractivate [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]
jette’s recs: Dinner Plans by @chelle-68 [david/patrick, NR, one shot]
take your joy in me by chthonicheart [david/patrick, T, one shot]
ali’s recs: in the long reeds of difficulty and pain (that’s where you find the treasure) by redwineandqueer [david/patrick, E, one shot]
Small Projects by GCLane [david/patrick, E, one shot]
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Just a couple of dudes reminding you that Aldis Hodge is, in fact, the sexiest man alive. In addition to being a horologist, he's also a painter and a violinist. He also went to school for architecture.
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Just daydreaming about your stories or what you want to write truly is being productive despite what your brain demanding immediate results to and gratification from your productivity might tell you, like it lets you work through details, figure out what you want, rotate scenes around and change things up if you're still unsure about them, have a little fun without committing just quite yet, even if it's not being written down, it is being processed in your mind nonetheless and it is contributing to future productivity and the eventual endgame of wherever you want to be going with it all, even if you're not physically interacting with or creating or consuming something at the moment, you are creating thoughts, coming up with the blueprints, and maybe those blueprints won't always come to fruition, but maybe one day they'll help you build something great, or maybe they just brought you some joy or intrigue at the time and that's fine too, and etc, etc, so yeah, let yourself daydream more
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