#piratekane

[sevens-evan]

okay, so, 30 (tourist/knowledgeable local au) go go go

this turned into tourist/park ranger au and is heavily/entirely based on a hike i went on in arches national park years and years ago. slot canyons my beloved. please reblog if ya like it!

“Alright?”

“Great,” Ava says, trying not to look down into the canyon between her feet and the rest of the hiking trail. It’s maybe two feet wide and a long way down. Beatrice holds her hand out over the gap, and Ava takes it. She doesn’t even try not to enjoy the warmth of Beatrice’s hand or the callouses on her palm. Thirsting after her park ranger guide on a group hike definitely isn’t the highest point of Ava’s life, but it’s not the lowest, either, and she’s refusing to feel shame about it. It’s not her fault that Beatrice somehow makes a park ranger uniform look good. It should be impossible, between the pleated trousers and the baggy grey shirt and the stupid, stupid, stupid hat, but Ranger Beatrice is doing it. Ava has been at the front of the pack through the whole hike, throwing in an occasional glance at the shape of Beatrice’s arms beneath the short sleeves of her shirt amongst the views of slot canyons and rocky vistas.

“Ma’am?”

Ava blinks. She’s still holding onto Beatrice’s hand, and has yet to take the step over the canyon before her.

“Ava,” Ava says. “Ma’am was my mother.” She makes a face. What did she just say?

“Ava,” Beatrice says. Oh, Ava likes that. She really likes that, the way Beatrice’s accent turns over the second a in her name. “Just one step. The more you look down the worse it seems.”

“For sure.” Ava decides to let Beatrice think she’s afraid of heights. At least for now. She’s getting, like, major gay vibes, so maybe she can correct that misunderstanding at a later date.

Ava takes the step.

“One small step for Ava, right?” Ava says, looking up from her hiking boots to grin at Beatrice. Beatrice smiles back at her, which is just—devastating. Ava will never be the same.

“One giant leap for Ava-kind,” Beatrice agrees. She squeezes Ava’s hand before she lets it go, and Ava has to clench her jaw shut to keep from doing something embarrassing like asking her to do it again. Or moaning.

They follow the trail as a group as it narrows between two rock walls, then widens again, letting them out into a sort of split in the side of the solid rock hill, rock faces soaring a dozen feet high on either side of them. It affords them an incredible view of the desert out beneath them, sand and rocks and hills. Beatrice stops near the far end of the open space, turning and waiting as the hiking tour group files in behind her.

“Everyone doing alright?” Beatrice says. Ava watches as she does a quick headcount, following along with the numbers Beatrice mouths. If that involves staring at her lips, well, Beatrice probably can’t tell. Beatrice nods a moment later, apparently satisfied with the number of hikers gathered before her.

“This is my favorite spot in the entire park,” Beatrice says. “If you’ll all entertain it a moment, I’d like to tell you why.”

“Go for it,” Ava says. She’s the only person in the group to speak aloud. Beatrice glances at her, and Ava refuses to be embarrassed, offering an encouraging grin.

“Well, if Ava approves,” Beatrice says with a smile. She reaches up and takes off her hat. Several strands of brown hair have escaped their neat bun, and she brushes them back with one hand while the other holds her hat against her side. “My first summer in the park, I was cleaning cabins. I graduated college and lost contact with my entire family not long afterwards. It was a very difficult and confusing time in my life. I thought that I had made a mistake in coming to the US. I thought that I had made a mistake by coming here. I thought that I was in the wrong, that it was my fault somehow that my parents weren’t accepting of me. That it was my fault I was different.”

Gay, gay, super gay, totally gay. Ava agrees with the voice in her head and then tells it to shut up. There’s a rehearsed quality to Beatrice’s voice—Ava suspects she gives this speech on every one of these hikes—but there’s something genuine in it, too, and Ava wants to listen.

“One day towards the end of July—the hottest day I’d ever experienced up til then, being from England,” Beatrice says, “a friend I’d made, a ranger, took me up here. She sat me down and told me to talk to the desert, and ask it if I’d made a mistake. And then she went back up the canyon to give me some privacy. I sat here for ten minutes before I finally did it. The desert did not answer.” A ripple of quiet laughter goes around the group. Ava doesn’t join in. She’s transfixed by the look on Beatrice’s face, a little half-smile that Ava wants to stare at forever. “But on the hike back out I found a tarantula on my backpack.”

“And that made you want to stay?” Ava says. Beatrice glances at her.

“The tarantulas are a very important part of the ecosystem, Ava,” Beatrice says. Ava shuts her mouth and busies herself with the lid of her water bottle. “But yes, it did. It felt like…the desert was calling me stupid for even asking. What does a bunch of sand and rock care if I’m here or not? Have a spider for your troubles, you idiot.” More laughter, and Beatrice laughs quietly at herself this time. “But the people do care. My friend cared to take me here and show me all that sand and rock. And I care to show it to all of you. It’s my job, yes, but it’s only my job because it matters to me. And I hope that it matters to all of you.” She takes a deep breath and puts her hat back on.

“So,” she says. “On the way down the hill, if you want to, I hope that you’ll all ask the desert a question. Doesn’t have to be out loud, don’t worry. The sand won’t hear you either way. And I can’t promise you a tarantula, although some of you may be grateful for that”—no fucking kidding—“but I can promise that the desert won’t answer. And I can promise that that will be more comforting than it sounds.” Beatrice pauses for a moment. Ava might be in love with her. “Are we all ready to start?” There’s a general murmur of assent, and Beatrice turns away from the group, leading them towards the trail out of the split in the rock and down the hill. Ava hurries to catch up to her.

“So,” she says as she draws up shoulder-to-shoulder to Beatrice. Beatrice looks over at her. “Quite the story.”

“I suppose.”

“All true?”

“Of course.” Beatrice shakes her head slightly, amused and scandalized by the idea of lying.

“Got any more stories you’d like to share?” Ava says. “Maybe over a beer or something?” Beatrice is silent for long enough that Ava’s rapid, anticipatory heartbeat turns worried and even faster. “That can be my question for the desert,” Ava says. “If you want. Don’t want. Whatever.”

“Asking the desert to have a drink with you,” Beatrice says. “How unconventional.” Ava shrugs.

“I’m not really the conventional type.”

“No?” Ava shakes her head. Beatrice looks down the trail. “I’m done for the day after this tour,” she says. “There’s not many bars worth visiting around here, but if you’d like to come by my cabin, I make an acceptable gin and tonic.”

“High praise,” Ava says. “There’s literally two things in that drink.”

“Three,” Beatrice says. “There’s lime.” She pauses. “Four. And ice.”

“Sold on the ice,” Ava says. “How the fuck do you do this hike in July?” Beatrice laughs, a sharp, abrupt noise, like it’s been startled out of her. Ava’s hands clench into fists at her sides, trying to catch it in her fingertips.

“You get used to it,” Beatrice says. “Now watch where you’re going. You’ve been missing all the views staring at me.” Ava flushes pink at being caught, but she obeys, turning her head and watching the desert stretch out before her.

#avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #evan says shit #my fics #fic: avatrice #piratekane #answered #ranger beatrice my beloved......

[lucytara]

30, 33 pls

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

oooh boy. haley @thecousinsdangereux and i have an absolutely brilliant model au for rwby that we wrote maybe two pages of, several years ago. weiss was an absolutely supreme cunt, and blake and yang were exceedingly horny for each other. to date it contains haley's favorite sentence i've ever written and we still like to tell ourselves we'll write it

33. Give your writing a compliment.

i think i am extremely good at conveying emotion and specifically the intensity of love

#piratekane #writing ask game

[birgittesilverbae]

avatrice + circle

Beatrice notices it early on in Switzerland, the way Ava circles her in a decaying orbit. She's well aware that, if left unchecked, collision is inevitable. That Ava, caught in her gravity well, will do everything she can to burn bright and fast rather than fade away.

#thanks for the prompt! #warrior nun #ava x beatrice #avatrice #sister beatrice #mywn #myfic #ask #piratekane #willful abuse of scant scientific knowledge for the sake of figurative language

[thegirl20]

@piratekane replied to your post “2, 14, and 27!”:

Guess what’s on my keychain? A certain pair of green wellies…

​awwww the wellies 🥹

#piratekane #they've lasted well to be fair

[the-penguinspy]

read Six of Crows, you won’t regret it. i finished the two of them in three days.

just searched up some stats: the 1st and 2nd books have 131k and 161k words respectively...both? IN THREE DAYS?!?! my god okay yeah they're def on my to-read list now :)

#penguin honks #piratekane #almost 300k in three days...kate...i am in awe and also a little bit scared #im excited hehe ty

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

You’re killing me with all these Vanity reblogs

Sorry GK, I was just trying to clear out the 550+ posts from my two-year dormant queue. That was all of the Vanity though.

#piratekane #vanity

[jmflowers]

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? and 7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

4. What is a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

There’s a collection of words that sort of link together that have been my guiding light for the last year or so: comfort, tenderness, connection, love, safety, warmth, home, family, soft, etc. Writing used to be a place to put my hard edges because then I could pretend it was my imagination and not actually me. Now that I’m required to be a little tougher in my professional life, writing is where I go for the gentler things. Or I’m just getting weak for the more joyful parts of life in my old age.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I’ve been writing down my stories since my favourite elementary school teacher first taught me how, probably around the time of my sixth birthday. It feels like an integral piece of my identity – whether I’m writing fiction, screenplays, essays, journalling, whatever. Putting my thoughts into written words defines so much of who I understand myself to be, from how I relate to the world to how I make sense of my own feelings to how I describe myself to others. Even if nothing had ever come from it or were to ever come from it, the act provides me with peace at a soul level. There were a few years in my early 20s where I wasn’t able to write because of physical health issues, and I felt so adrift and unsure of myself during that time period. I don’t ever want to go back to that.

It also feels really, really great to take something I formulated inside my head, put it down on paper, and see it come to life in some way in how it reaches other people. I’m so honoured by the connections to other human beings writing has allowed me to experience.

writer asks

#writer asks #janelle's asks #thank you PK #piratekane

[fiddleabout]

chef au sneak peak part deux

“One of the guests,” he says.  “She asked to see you, said that she knows you.”

Beatrice blinks at him owlishly.  “Pardon?”

Ashish shrugs, looking stricken.  “The 10:30 at table seven,” he says, as if that explains anything.  

“Do you have a name?”  Beatrice fights the urge to pinch at the bridge of her nose to ward off the way frustration is building in her as much as confusion is.  Ava takes her frustration in stride these days, had done so even before they became-- whatever they are now, heated and physical and entwined in each other’s lives to a truly excessive degree that Beatrice cannot find it in herself to worry about-- but half of the staff crumple in the face of it.

“Oh,” Ashish says, suddenly fumbling for his notepad.  Beatrice swallows the sigh she wants to let out, because there’s no possible way that he actually wrote the name on a reservation down on his notepad.  “Um--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Beatrice says, as kindly as she can after watching him flip through the pad frantically.  “I’ll take a look.  Thank you.”

Ashish shoves the notepad back into his apron pocket, squeaks out something shrill and unintelligible, and immediately flees the vicinity.  Beatrice watches him go, letting out a heavy sigh.

“What was that?” Chanel appears at her elbow, a decanted bottle of wine in one hand and a chef’s knife in the other, one eyebrow flicked upwards.  

“I have no idea.”  Beatrice sighs again.  “He said table seven knows me.”

Chanel’s eyebrow flicks up higher.  “Expecting someone?”

She doesn’t wait for Beatrice to answer, shoving the wine into Beatrice’s hand and blindly handing the knife to Ava, who barely blinks at the interruption as she tastes one of the sauces and then yells for the saucier.  Beatrice watches, frozen, as Chanel weaves her way through the kitchen and pokes her head out the door into the main restaurant for a long moment and then turns back to face her.

“Fun-sized bag of springs, tall smokeshow with spectacular cheekbones?”

“You’re one to talk,” Michelle says as she bustles past Chanel, flicking the towel over her shoulder towards Chanel’s cheekbones on her way over to Ava.  

Camila and Lilith.  Lilith is here, at their restaurant, with her pastry chef, on a Thursday when her own is surely booked solid.  She left her own restaurant to come here.  

“Shit,” Beatrice mutters.  She tries to swallow the inexplicable panic rising in her chest-- Lilith is her best friend, there’s no reason she should be panicking at seeing her-- and glances at the clock.  It’s half past eleven and the restaurant is still almost completely full, an uncharacteristically busy Wednesday; this is the first break Beatrice has had since the dinner rush started.  

“You good?” Ava appears at Beatrice’s elbow, one eyebrow raised and a hand holding out a spoon towards Beatrice’s mouth.  “Here, taste this.”

Beatrice takes the spoon blindly.  It’s muhammara, delicious and one of her favorites but also very much not on the menu for the night, and the discomfort in her chest pivots immediately.

“Why--”

“It’s your favorite, and we had way too many walnuts.”  Ava shrugs, smiles, shoves the bowl of muhammara and piece of pita into Beatrice’s hands.  “Also, you didn’t eat before the dinner rush because we--”

“Thank you,” Beatrice hurries out, cutting Ava off before she can go into lurid detail about how they’d both forgotten to eat before it got busy because they were otherwise occupied by Ava bending Beatrice over her desk in her tiny office.  “But--”

“It took like five minutes,” Ava says with another shrug, intentionally casual in spite of the faint flush dusting over her cheeks and the fact that they both know that she’s lying.  

The twist of panic in Beatrice’s chest vanishes abruptly, because Ava made her muhammara in the middle of a busy night just so she would eat.  She wants to kiss her, wants to drag her back into her office and pick up where they left off when they were busy skipping the lull before the dinner rush; instead, all she can do is clutch the food Ava offered her and stare at her with wonder like she so often does, irrevocably and overwhelmingly charmed.

“Thank you,” Beatrice says softly.

“If you two are quite done.”  Chanel’s reclaimed her knife from where she’d handed it off to Ava and points at Ava and then Beatrice with it.  “Someone is asking for Beatrice outside.”

“What?” Ava’s eyebrows crease.

“Lilith is here,” Beatrice sighs out.  She busies herself with swiping a corner of the pita through the muhammara and shoving it into her mouth, as much to buy time as to deal with the fact that she’s realized suddenly that she is, in fact, starving. 

“Lilith?”  Ava says, straightening up as her eyes widen.

“Wait,” Chanel says.  “Do you mean Lilith as in the executive chef at Per Se?”

“I mean Lilith, Beatrice’s best friend,” Ava says, an almost indecipherable tinge of panic in her voice.

“Who is also the chef at Per Se, yes,” Beatrice says heavily.  

“Well, shit,” Chanel says.  She points at Beatrice with the knife again.  Six months ago, it would have irritated Beatrice, the casual way Chanel is pointing an incredibly sharp knife at her; now, she’s used to it, the way that Ava and Chanel both are prone to using knives as laser pointers.  “Is she here to shoot Ava?”

“Hey!”

“Potentially,” Beatrice says, sighing.  They haven’t told Chanel, not really, but she’s smart and obnoxiously perceptive, so it’s hardly surprising that she immediately assumes that Beatrice’s best friend is here to threaten her girlfriend with an early exit and a shallow grave.  

“Hey!” Ava says again.  “I could hold my own, you never know.”

“You can’t,” Beatrice says in unison with Chanel.  Ava glares at her, her fake indignation so endearing that Beatrice nearly gives up on trying to be professional when they’re in front of the staff, nearly kisses her.  Instead, she takes another bite of the muhammara, inelegant and oversized, before handing it back to Ava so she can dig her phone out of her pocket to text Lilith.

I can’t leave right now.  We’re swamped.  

A response pops up immediately.  Chickenshit, which means Lilith is in a good mood.  I can wait until you close up for the night.  And then: Don’t worry, we’ll tip your tiny little zoomer waiter heavy.

#posting this bc i made a deal (a bribe) #with the devil (tumblr user piratekane) #and im holding up my end of the bargain #writing tag #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #no i do not know when the chapter will be done please do not ask

[smokestarrules]

what are your fave warrior nun fics?

Oh, anon. You don't even know the can of worms you've just opened. Here are a few (a few!) of my favorites.

Firstly, teach me to love, as you have loved me by @birgittesilverbae. It's in the POV of Beatrice as she grows up in the OCS, putting Shannon, Mary and Lilith in the limelight as well, and the most recent chapter (12k!) has gone through essentially all of canon. It's about grief and family and warmth and loss and it's so fucking good. Cannot recommend this more.

Next I have sunday people (sunday shines for you) by @piratekane. Sundays are for the girls, by the way. if you even care. This is peak pining behavior, miscommunication that isn't just there for the dramatics, and Ava being The Best Girl Ever (and the most jealous girl ever). Fantastic fic.

Then there's show me something of a reckoning by @thirteenyasmin, which is a given, of course. Switzerland canon-divergent fic where, as the tags say, fake-dating becomes real-dating. As they deserve. Has some lines that will tear your soul to pieces in the best way.

Next is Nice jugs, a climbing AU by @cowboycatd. Do you know anything about climbing? No? Me, neither. But this series of fics describes it--alongside exceptionally-written flirting--masterfully. You should read Climbing AU.

Then I have falling (for you) like snow on christmas by @justawhitewall. Hallmark movie AU! They're much better when they're Avatrice, by the way. I read it during the posting and have reread it at least once a month ever since. Incredible.

Spellbound by @omomoification. Witch (kinda) AU! Will sweep you away into the world that's created and you won't even notice as the 15k goes by in a flash. Fucking gorgeous piece of art. Made me insane, made some people break the character limit while commenting.

the imprint of your soul on mine (feels nothing short of divine) by @the-penguinspy. Read this if you're feeling down, because you won't be when you're done. The softest thing you could ever read, and I read a lot of soft things. Fic that gives you a hug and a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

And last but certainly not least, A Bit of Earth by @whatwordsmiss. Full fic isn't posted yet but it is written, and this story is just... wonderful. It's about grief, it's about growing up, it's about falling in love and healing together and healing apart and being kind and, sometimes, in particular moments, it's about a Garden. A must-read.

#most of these writers also have other works that I recommend as well!!!!! such a talented group of people #I KNOW I'm forgetting some too #but those will be for next time #sorry for the tags everyone. u deserve to be Known #warrior nun #avatrice #smokey answers #anonymous #500 #1k

[infinityinakiss]

avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

#is it clear that i love 15k one shots? #i'm sorry for all the unfinished ones they're just too good #and hey maybe you can manifest them updating #just don't harass the writers #fic writers are like cats stuck under a building #you have to lure them out with gentle words and treats #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice fic #avatrice au #also i'm sorry if i didn't tag everybody on tumblr i just suck at tumblr sometimes #some accounts i just couldn't find #if there's an account that i forgot to tag please let me know

[mangeur-detoiles]

LUCY & KATE | NCIS HAWAI'I 1x01/ 2x15

"Look at me. Look at what I've become with all this love." Kate Whistler in this fanfic by @piratekane .Thank you for this great line that inspired me.

#kacy #kate x lucy #lucy x kate #lucy tara #dailylgbtq #kate whistler #yasmine al bustami #wlwsource #kai holman #jesse boone #wlwgif #jane tennant #noah mills #alex tarrant #vanessa lachey #ncis hawaii #2x15 #my graphics #I'm not happy with the 4th gif #the light and noise are still bad #but I think I can do better

[simplyavatrice]

do a flip is such a great comfort read isn't it? any others like that for you? fics you find the easiest to reread and revisit the most?

love the new url. happy you went for it!

of course, i can list off a few

sixth to the ninth hour - i just reread this one recently, such an amazing take on ava's return

leave the light on (i'll find my way home) - this is probably my favorite active fic, literally when it updates i read it from the beginning

pull back the curtain for venus - alien bea and farmer ava are so fucking important to me, i owe @seabiscuits-us my life

can i get your house key? - THIS ONE, it's so soft and sweet and has so many precious little details @piratekane knocked this one so far out of the park it hasn't even touched the ground yet

if saints and angels spoke of love - the school teachers au, this is the fic that inspired beauty of your repair, it's so masterfully written @mermaidandthedrunks

#avatrice

[jtl07]

15 questions for 15 friends

tagged by @possibilistfanfiction!

Were you named after anyone? kinda - my birth name is from a character from a tv series. my preferred name, however, (jt) comes the initials of a "new" name my former coworkers discovered when you say my full name quickly

When was the last time you cried? yesterday, while eating a delicious apple kringle - grief, man. can never expect it.

Do you have kids? nopers - tho i do have a deep love for my friend's kids, especially the youngest

What sports have you played/do you play? my base is in martial arts - grew up with karate, then as an adult muay thai and bjj (did not compete for the former because i hated getting punched in the face; did compete for the latter but mostly local tournaments). sadly never got into weapons, though due to doing military drill in high school and college, if you give me any sort of stick-like object, i will immediately start to spin it lol. i wanna get back into sailing and weightlifting (former i haven't done since high school, latter i got into last year) but trying to pace myself

Do you use sarcasm? only i know you well (or: i'm irritated af)

First thing you notice about people? how tall they are lol (see below re: height)

What is your eye color? brown

Scary movies or happy endings? i cannot handle scary movies worth anything oh god

Any talents? i meow? lol - i love imitating sounds, accents. i have not yet mastered the crows here though. (frustratingly, i'm shit at vocal imitation)

Where were you born? japan! okinawa to be exact

What are your hobbies? walking, napping, getting back into the guitar. oh and yeah, writing

Do you have any pets? sadly, no

How tall are you? sighs the sigh of someone who finally caved and bought a step stool for the kitchen: five feet.

Favorite subject in school? english lit for sure

Dream Job? no job only dream

tagging but absolutely no pressure: @littledata @gowalkyourself @gohandinhand @piratekane @rustingcat

also if you see this and wanna do it, go for it!

#life with jt #jt answers #oh man this reminds me of lj days

[birgittesilverbae]

charlie bone truthers unite

it's so much. I am realising I didn't remember half of it and oh man I'm loving rediscovering it. the mix of child agency but also having Good Adults to turn to for guidance and support. Paton's everything. Fidelio showing up and immediately going ride-or-die. Charlie barely giving it a moment's thought before letting Gabriel keep his cloak

#charlie bone #piratekane #ask

[thegirl20]

2, 14, and 27!

2. Describe your favorite pair of socks.

They are navy blue and grey striped trainer socks. I don't know where they came from, but they definitely didn't start out as mine. But they are so soft and I love them and they're mine now.

14. What are some places where you feel most at home?

My mum's kitchen. And this is slightly different, but I get the feeling of 'home' when I drive across the border from England and see the Welcome to Scotland/Fàilte gu Alba sign. And there are a couple of views that mean home to me as well. A set of hills from one direction and a castle from another.

27. Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Yes. I have a whistle in case I end up stranded at the bottom of a ravine and need to attract attention. I have another that was a gift and is metal with 'stay sexy and don't get murdered' embossed. And I used to have another one that said 'Embrace the Chaos' but that recently broke.

#ask #piratekane

[performativezippers]

has there been a fic, kacy or otherwise, that has been your favorite to read? or maybe it inspired you? or maybe you just love to reread because it brings your comfort? can be your own fic too ;)

there are so many! here are a couple off the top of my head, but there are so many more:

anything by my favorite author @roadien60, although i don't super often reread her work because it's so emotionally impactful that i have to be Ready

i think @santonaranja has some of the best paced procedurals. I absolutely love her work. would read an original mystery novel from her in a heartbeat.

absolutely loved midnight rider by @piratekane. my favorite Kacy case fic by far. their writing is so intimate and connected, even in scenes where bullets are whizzing.

and throwing it hella back, one of my ultimate comfort fics is track changes, which is sanvers in the world of publishing.

#ask zipps