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zepskies · 2 months

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Happy Sunday! Fanfic question time again! This is more general but curious if you're a plotter or a seat of the pants (or some combo) kind of writer? If you do plot, do you wait until you have the beginning, middle and end mapped out or do you start before you know your end point and hope to find it along the way?

Also, do you listen to music while you write?

Hey, lovely, Happy Sunday to you too! 💕

Ooh I love these types questions, thank you!!

1. What kind of writer am I? ✍🏽

I like the terms "Plotter" vs. "Seat of the pants" kind of writer. In the past I've called them "Architects" vs. "Adventurers."

In most respects, I consider myself a Plotter/Architect. My brain craves structure to an almost ill degree when writing. 😂 The way I beat writer's block while working on a project is by having a roadmap of what's going to happen next, and that's thanks to my outline.

It'll include plot points, scene changes, and even dialogue and parts of scene that occur to me as I'm plotting. (I don't want to forget them!) This doesn't mean that plot points won't change, or get switched around, or get chucked entirely. But if I have the blueprints of the house, I can change a window here and there, so to speak.

So for longer stories like "Never Say Goodbye," "Smoke Eater," and "Break Me Down," I had a very extensive outline that I had to sketch out entirely before I started writing. I also have outlines for longer one-shots, especially ones with multiple parts, like in the Midnight Espresso-verse.

In fact, the only stories I freeform are the shorter requests/imagines that are sent in to me.

2. Do I listen to music when I'm writing? 🎵

Girl, HELL YES. 🎶 Music is a big part of my life in general, but I need to listen to music when I write. Depending on the story, character, setting, fandom, etc., I'll listen to different kinds of music to get into the vibe of that story.

On the story/chapter post, I often include what particular song inspired me because I felt the lyrics, genre, and/or vibe encapsulated the story I was trying to create. After all, most good songs are stories themselves.

For Break Me Down, for example, I think I've shared with you that I chose "All My Living Time" by Radio Company as the series song inspo. It influenced many of the story's chapter titles. But I also listened to "If I Didn't Care," and a lot of Frank Sinatra, Mel Torme, and others in that genre to get the vibe of Ben in my head.

As another example, when I write for Jason Teague or Sam Winchester, I listen to a lot of 90s - early 2000s alt rock and grunge — like Lifehouse, Matchbox 20, Pearl Jam, Five for Fighting, Smashing Pumpkins, Avril Lavigne, etc.

Whereas for Dean Winchester...

Of course it's a lot of classic rock: Journey, Led Zeppelin, Queensryche, Whitesnake, Foreigner, Styx, Fleetwood Mac, etc. But depending on the story, I'll listen to other stuff too. In fact, I often create specific playlists for different stories and series.

BTW: If you ever want a playlist for a story I've written, let me know! I think that would be a really fun project to put together.

Thank you so much for asking! And sorry, I got a bit long-winded again. 😅 Can I toss these questions back at you @luci-in-trenchcoats...

Are you a plotter/architect or an adventurer/freeformer? And if you listen to music when you write, what does that look like for you? I love hearing about other writers' processes. 💓💓

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warmer-hotcakes · 4 months

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Hi!! This ask is kinda dumb, but, as someone who isn't part of the transformation community, I love this blog. I love your fursona, too. I love seeing kink people express their thoughts and interpretations of kink, it's like listening to abstract artists explain their pieces. I also think you're really funny and nice. So, yeah. Keep being you 🐑 ✨!

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU ❤️🐑❤️🐑❤️🐑❤️🐑

To be real for a sec though, I really appreciate this. (this is my first ask!!!)

I want to keep posting things based on my thoughts on kinks I have. The character in those comics isn't like a "main" fursona, moreso just an oc if that makes sense. The one in my pfp, Marsh, is a fursona though! Mel is a seperate character, just to clarify ✨

But yeah I want to make more stuff like this I'm just struggling to come up with stuff. Been really demotivated to do anything for the last few days and this really lifted my spirits. If I'm incoherent it's because im incredibly tired and about to pass out.

❤️❤️❤️Thank you again💓💓💓🐑

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 years

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Hiiii! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could write something? So what I was thinking that the reader is a theater performer and that Star and Paul see her perform one night ( I was thinking as Juliet or Ophelia from Hamlet) and they both find her interesting and then they get David and the others to come and they all fall for her? I just really loved your performer reader headcannon and would love to see more! It's totally ok if you cant or don't want to, just thought id ask 💓❤️

Hi! Thanks for the wait - I've been thinking about this one for a long (like long) time, and I finally found a way to write it in a way that would work for me and would still be somewhat close to the premise you requested. That being said, I hope you like this! 💜

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"From the start!"

The group of late teens and early tweens sighed audibly, before moving back into position. The lights on the stage dimmed, then relit, and Jonah began to say his first line of that scene. He was good, Mel thought, as she saw him get into it. He continued, walking down the stage, saying line after line, declaring his characters love for hers. She sighed somewhat longingly as she stared down from her balcony, responding to his monologue with one of her own.

"Very good, very good! Now, Mel, next time a little less love and a little more fear of being found out, got it? Nice work people - let's take a break!"

Mel sighed, relieved that this was it for now. For five hours they had rehearsed almost every scene in their version of Romeo and Juliet, and she was exhausted. Most of the details stayed the same, except now it was more comparable to West End Story and less to the original source material. She walked down the stairs leading from the stage to the beach, grabbing a bottle of water along the way.

"Killing, isn't it?" Rachel asked with a tired smile, a she went to sit beside Mel.

"Don't even start. I'd much rather rehearse inside, despite the heat, than out here on the boardwalk for everyone to see."

"And to think Jonah likes it!"

Both girls stared out at the water, enjoying their break. It was Troy his idea to rehearse on the boardwalk stage, and as director he obviously decided. All day groups of people had stopped to watch, some with interest and some with some rude comments. It didn't make it easier to play the scenes, but Troy hadn't want to do anything about it.

It was slowly getting darker, and the lights on stage were no longer for show but a real necessity. "People, we will do scenes twelve till fifteen one more time, then we're done for today, alright?"

"I'm telling you, one of them is really good," Star looked at Paul as they arrived at the boardwalk. Star stepped away from David's bike, waiting until the others had parked theirs as well.

"Come on, in a community play? I don't believe you. I was in community theater, and believe me when I say it is not always a compliment when they say you're the best!"

"You can't act for shit," Marko chuckled, bumping into Paul.

"Exactly!"

"Come on, I promise you she's good."

Paul sighed, giving in. "Fine."

"Oh my God, look at that cutie over there," Rachel poked Mel in her side, pointing at two people still watching the rehearsal. One was a girl, dressed in a swirly purple skirt and a white top. The boy next to her wore white pants and a tailcoat with some chains, giving Mel the opinion he walked straight of the set of some music video.

"What the hell are people so hot doing here looking at us?"

"More like looking at you. I think you've got some fans!"

Mel couldnt help but blush, shaking her head as she realised she had to be on stage within a few lines. She went on in time, glad to have finally remembered the lines for scene fifteen, and really glad that Troy called an end to the rehearsal. As Mel gathered her stuff, the couple that had watched her walked up towards her.

"Hi," the girl said, smiling brightly, "I just wanted to say you're really good."

"Eh, thanks?!" Mel smiled shyly. "Thanks for watching. Rehearsals tend to be quite boring."

"Can't imagine you being boring," the guy grinned. "I'm Paul and this is Star."

Mel introduced herself, putting her bag on her shoulders. "If you want, I can give you some tickets to the show next week?"

"Really? I would love that!" Star said enthusiastically, "Are you serious? I mean-"

"Yeah, everyone is allowed to give away two tickets, and since I've got no one else -" Mel stopped, "sorry, that was bit depressing, wasn't it? Anyways, please take the tickets, I would love to see some familiar faces in the crowd."

With that she said goodbye, going home only to return to rehearsals the next afternoon. Most days after that went pretty much the same. Rehearsals, break, a second part of rehearsals and then meeting up with Paul and Star. She had even met the rest of their siblings, who all seemed interested in the play as well and promised her they'd be there. It was nice, Mel realised as she was getting ready for opening night, that she had people that came for her especially. As Troy made his final speech to the cast, telling them to have a great night and to break their legs, he went on to stage to introduce the play to the audience. Soon after the opening music started, and the night began.

During the scenes Mel played she couldn't help but forget the audience. Nothing on stage was fake anymore, everything was real. Jonah wasn't Jonah, he was Romeo her star-crossed lover. She wasn't Mel anymore, she was Juliet, hoping to escape her family with the man of her dreams. She was the girl who succeeded in a dreadful scheme, while her lover forgot it was fake. She was the survivor of the love-filled tragedy, while Romeo died, leaving her alone for eternity. She declared her love for him, declared how she could never love someone like him, before hugging his corpse, crying over her lost love. And then the curtain fell. Suddenly she was no longer Juliet, but Mel once again. She stood, next to her costars taking her bows, smiling at the audience. She didn't listen to Troy, as he told everyone that for the next to weeks the show would be played every night at the Elm Street Theatre, and that the cast deserved another round of applause. Mel had searched in the crowd, finding Star and Paul, and a little bit further in the back their siblings. She smiled at them, taking one last bow before walking off stage.

"Great job everyone!" Troy grinned. "Now, take of your costumes, and help clear out the stage. Everyone knows what they have to do, right? Let's get to it, people!"

"Mel!" Star ran at her, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You were so great! The boys loved you as well! Do you want to come over, when you're done? We'll have dinner and all of us can get to know each other a bit better."

"That sounds awfully nice, but I can't make it to late... Tomorrow afternoon I have to be at the theatre at one."

Star smiled, not saying anything. Mel smiled back, before running back on stage to help pack the decor. She and Ivar moved the huge tower away from the stage, while Rachel and Jonah were busy gathering the props. As Mel walked back on stage, she froze. People called her name, she looked up, and couldn't move. Within seconds she laid on the stage, a heavy piece of decor fell on her legs. She cried out, gasping in pain - why did this have to happen, especially today?

"How is she?" Paul asked in the hospital, as he stood outside Mel's room. Star had sat beside her for hours, eventually being taken home by David. Dwayne had gone to feed, and Marko had decided to make sure that she could return to play her character whenever she was allowed to get out of the hospital.

"Still asleep. The anaesthesia should wear off soon. She has multiple fractures in her left leg, but it should heal nicely."

"Thanks." Paul went to sit next to her, his eye falling on a book in her bag. Hamlet, he read the title. Without thinking he opened it, flipping to the first page and he began to read.

"Who's there?" Paul began in a low voice, only to continue in a higher one as Francisco responded. He continued like that, reading the play, voicing the characters, reading page after page, until he heard a weak laugh coming from Mel's direction.

"You really wanted to make the night memorable, hm?"

"It worked, right?"

"How are you feeling? Have you been awake long?"

"My leg is numb, but I guess I'm okay. And for a while. You've got a nice voice to listen to."

"Don't tell the others, or they beg me to read for them as well."

"They were here?"

"We all were. We consider you our friend. Why would we not be here?"

She smiled sadly. "I normally have no one. This, it's just unusual for me."

"Some of your costars came with when you arrived, but they had to leave quite quickly."

Mel nodded, looking up as the door opened and Marko and Dwayne walked in.

"When you're allowed to leave, you're welcome to play Juliet again."

"I- Troy agreed to that?? Thank you!" she sat up, ignoring her injury, and gave him a tight hug.

"I- how can I thank all of you?"

"Hang out with us." Dwayne answered, causing her to smile.

"Absolutely."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #star #poly!lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #long post

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koexchange · 1 year

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Hi there!! I read your Elaine x reader and it was very, VERY adorable (and very Elaine, lol)!! 🥺💓

If you don’t mind me asking, I would love if you could write about Leora/Ye Suhua friendship that bloomed into something more, but teensy slight angst because Leora defected from the Union. I’d like to think that Leora still keeps in secret contact with Ye Suhua when she pops up in Tabaton sometimes to see Cory.

Or, for variety, I’d love to see Celine/Melanie and how Celine spoils Melanie with love through trips, gifts, attention, quality time, - all the cliche things Melanie loves - all while juggling working at Evening Sounds. Celine feels like the type of person where once you’re family, you’re family. Unless you really cross her, then she’ll pull out all her dirt on you and make you regret the day you met her. But, all in all, I think they’re so cute and I love that idea of “love is in the last place you’d look/love is the ones who make you feel like you’re home.” 🥹

a/n: HIII! THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!! leora and suhua are soooo silly i love that ship omgg! and celine and melanie are an old married couple! and it looks like you should be the writer 👀 this is so cuteeee! thank you for the req !

word count: 250

Leora x Ye Suhua & Celine x Melanie (can we call them Speared Star and Snake Song)

~Leora and Ye Suhua!

* Bisexuals in love!

* Since they met, they both made a vow to themselves to stay by each other's side!

* In battles, they use their invincibility to protect each other.

* Leora still works with the Union since the deal was secret. Ye Suhua found out about the trade and avoided Leora for a week or two.

* Leora noticed and asked her why. Ye Suhua coldly explained how disgusting it was to betray the Esper Union, the top organization trying to make things right in the world. Leora incessantly apologized, attempting to prove that it would all work out eventually. Suhua listens, still upset, but tries to drop it so they can move on.

* Later, Leora asks Suhua out! It was no big gesture. Leora randomly walked up to Suhua and asked her to be her girlfriend! Suhua slightly hesitated, before agreeing.

* They have dates in Tabaton! Sometimes Cory tags along with them!

~Celine & Melanie

* They fell in love at first sight!

* They are always going on dates! No less than 3 times a week.

* Celine always goes over the top, buying everything she can for her girlfriend.

* Celine usually feels overworked and stressed out, so Melanie helps her relax.

* The hissing sounds of Melanie's snakes calm Celine!

* Melanie gives Celine massages and plays white noise.

* Celine is the only other person allowed to pet or feed Melanie's snakes!

* Mel' calls Celine 'Cece'.

* The go out of town as often as they can.

* Celine is a passenger princess! Melanie loves to drive her around.

a/n: sorry this took a bit but i hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading! <3

#speared star #snake song #dislyte #leora dislyte #ye suhua #ye suhua dislyte #dislyte fanfics #celine dislyte #melanie dislyte #koexspoke #koexfic

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gardenerian · 10 months

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hello mel! sorry i don't know if this is rude or something anyway i just want to ask for something, if that's okay :)

ok so i assume you have a big following and gif makers definitely follow you so this is a request to anyone who might want to do it, you as well: so whenever i listen to taylor swift's holy ground i always think of gallavich when she sings the lyrics "We blocked the noise with the sound of ''I need you'' and for the first time I had something to lose". and i wanted to request this as a gifset for so long now but idk if there's anyone in the fandom who likes her or is okay to do this. so here i ask you or whoever sees this and wants to do it. again, if it's okay.

thank you 😊

hi anon ❤️ this is not rude at all, i love to see people engaging and collaborating on creations. i really like this request - i'd love to make it for you, but i think i have exhausted my creative quota for a minute. rather than hoard it until the tide turns again, i'm going to tag some lovely gif and edit makers here to see what kinds of inspiration might strike. would be cool to see how people interpret this one ✨

@celestialmickey @7x10mickey @harrowhark-a-vagrant @mickmilks @deedala @imikhailo @gofionaonthem @tylrgalpins @sickness-health-all-that-shit @fionnagallagher @iansfreckles @callivich

also tagging @shamelesscreatorsnetwork so we can get the request out there 💓

#it's always okay to ask 🍅#if i can't do it i will always pass on the opportunity #and if it doesn't come to be rn #come back to me when the mojo is back #i have a couple of ideas my brain just happens to be soup #you're a lil sweetie anon #mel answers

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cdyssey · 1 year

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Some fluff ideas I’ve been wanting to do myself for work wives 🥹💓💝💘: ice skating!! (with the girls or a field trip or a date??) one of them isn’t very good, and the other is good enough to hold onto and guide and giggle at when one falls.

Or Janine invites the work fam out to a dinner on the last day to celebrate another good school year and everyone comes!! Special bonding moments and work wives come out and everyone cheers lol

One more: au where mel and barb live together happily and spend a cozy snow day at home thanks to a torrential blizzard/storm. They do all the blissful domestic things like bake/cook, watch movies, cuddle, read, dance, etc. Either the girls are smaller and they build forts/play, or they’ve grown up and moved out by then, whichever! :’)

WAH, TY for the excellent prompts! I'm posting the third one in this ask, but I'll keep the others in my prompt list just in case I want to revisit them later.

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CW: Alcohol Mentions

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“Hell to the no,” Melissa’s firm voice appears over Barbara’s shoulder, and before she knows it, the gradebook that she had just discretely opened is unceremoniously plucked from her hands and replaced with a mug of hot chocolate. Because Melissa made it, it has all the works: a shot of Bailey’s, a whipped cream topping, and a delicate caramel drizzle. “You’re not working on a snow day!”

“Hey!” She pouts, craning her head to watch her wife retreat to the open kitchen again. But whatever she vaguely feels of indignation is somewhat curtailed by the sight of the other woman’s hips, the way they always swing a little hypnotically when she walks.

She bites her lower lip to stop a not-especially-innocent smile from rising to it.

“I was merely glancing!”

Taylor, kneeling next to the low coffee table alongside Gina, giggles lightly. The girls have been doing a thousand-piece wolf puzzle for the last two hours.

Well, more accurately, Gina has been doing the puzzle, and Taylor, who had just arrived from Manhattan last night, has been filling her mom and stepmother in on all the latest gossip from her job, starting with her two bosses “losing focus and having a consensual workplace relationship with each other” and continuing with her work nemesis getting on her last damn nerves.

("She never answers her emails! It's ridiculous!")

“You heard her, Mama,” she grins as Melissa brings two more mugs over for the girls. “Mel says it’s time for you to relax.”

“And whatever Mel says goes,” Gina muses, never once looking up from her puzzle, revolving a stray piece between her slender fingers.

“You got that right,” Melissa calls behind her, already sauntering away again—presumably to grab her own hot chocolate—and Barbara shakes her head at both of her daughters.

“I see my whole family is conspiring against me,” she sighs in mock defeat. “My poor kindergarteners…”

“They’re five. They'll live,” Gina quips, finally placing the piece somewhere in the middle. (It’s a part of the wolf's fur.)

“Mhmhmhm,” Melissa agrees vigorously as she circles around the sofa for what should be the final time—a steaming mug caught between her hands—and lowers herself next to Barbara, immediately and somewhat inelegantly pulling her knees up to her chest before leaning against her side. The younger woman vaguely smells like vanilla, having spent most of the morning baking cookies, and Barbara revels in it, smiles at her proximity. “Today should be a fun day. Who knows when we’ll get blizzarded in like this again?”

“Hear, hear,” Taylor says, fondly patting her mother’s crossed ankles.

“And so what do you propose we do then, dear?” Barbara asks, arching what she intends to be a very serious brow, but the gesture immediately fails when Melissa, all but on top of Barbara, presses a light kiss against her cheek, nearly toppling them both over.

“Eh, we’ll figure it out.”

And so they do.

They spend another hour at least helping the girls finish the wolf puzzle, sipping on their boozy hot chocolate and simply chatting about everything and nothing. Taylor wants to go Christmas shopping this weekend; she still has to buy something for her dad and his now longtime girlfriend, a sweet woman named Carla.

“Dad gives you his love,” Taylor says with remarkable ease as she sifts through the remaining puzzle pieces. The divorce had been hard on her at first—she hadn't wanted to understand that nothing had exactly happened between her parents... they'd just simply fallen out of love. But time has done a lot to heal that precise and aching wound. Just this past summer, when she took a few days off work to vacation with her and Mel on a cruise, she'd even told Barbara that she'd never seen her mother so at ease before.

It looks good on you, Mama, she'd murmured, squeezing Barbara's arm.

And I'm happy for you.

“He wanted to know if you’d maybe send him some of your fudge over."

“Of course,” she smiles warmly, overwhelmingly grateful at her daughter's casual tone, feeling a rush of affection for her ex-husband, now dear friend. He had always loved her baking, even when she was younger and not very good at it yet. “You can take a tin to him tomorrow if the weather has cleared up…”

Gina tells them about the experiments she and her team are working on at CalTech, something to do with microbial cultures; they’re researching how to more effectively identify mutated flu strains.

“My baby girl is so smart,” Barbara effuses, reaching over and hugging her youngest around the shoulders, kissing her head, nearly knocking her horn-rimmed glasses askew.

“Mommmmmmm,” she groans, though a grin crooks at the corner of her mouth. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“That's just what moms do, kid,” Melissa chuckles, the sound loud and lively, always filling a room.

After they finish the puzzle, they spend some time decorating the sugar cookies that Melissa baked earlier, listening to old Christmas albums on the record player. When they’re about halfway through the batch, though, some jazzy instrumental comes on, and Melissa suddenly grabs her hand, pulling her into the middle of their kitchen to dance.

“Melissa!” She laughs, color rapidly rising to her cheeks as her wife anchors two hands on her hips. “Down, girl.”

“Make me,” comes a low and saucy reply, making Barbara’s entire body twinge with delight. She laughs, and she relents, and she allows herself to be swept around the tiled floor, both of them bare footed and a little clumsy, but that’s what makes their attempts at dancing so fun. Melissa’s cheeks are rosy and soft in the golden light, her eyes twinkling beneath her long lashes, and Barbara is profoundly lost in her.

And yet, simultaneously, miraculously, she is so perfectly found.

“You think they’re going to do this all night?” She barely hears Taylor ask somewhere from the side.

“Probably,” comes Gina’s amused reply.

“God help us all.”

By the time the cookies are all decorated, it’s pretty much time for dinner. Melissa pulls the lasagna she had put on earlier from the oven, while Barbara tosses the salad, and the four of them eat together at the kitchen table. Between hefty bites of the delicious meal, the kindergarten teacher finds herself fondly staring at each member of her little family in turn—her beautiful daughters, her radiant wife. She’d never thought—in all the collected years of her existence—that it was possible to be as content as she is right now.

In this present moment.

Having communion with the people she loves most.

And never having to feel as though she's betraying herself for it.

But she is content.

She is, she is, she so happily is, and tears suddenly well in her eyes.

She swipes at them as surreptitiously as possible, but she knows Melissa—always attentive to her—has already seen.

The younger woman places a hand on her leg beneath the table, the gesture soft, the meaning behind it implicit.

I know.

Once they’ve finished up their lasagna and cleaned up the kitchen, once they’ve all showered and gotten cozy in their pajamas, the four of them decide to wind down the night with a Christmas flick in the living room. The girls choose Elf, a childhood favorite of theirs, but not even an hour into the movie, both of them are fast asleep on the couch, Gina using her older sister’s lap as a pillow, Taylor lightly snoring.

Barbara, laughing silently, drapes a blanket over them and Melissa clicks the TV off, before together—without needing to say so much as a word—they pull their heaviest coats on and grab another thick blanket, quietly slipping out the back door and onto their glass enclosed porch. The blizzard has largely abated, though the snow is still thick on the ground, icing the world in white.

They turn the fire pit on and nestle on their favorite porch swing together, Barbara’s cozily feet tucked beneath Melissa’s thigh, the blanket wrapped around them both, and they watch sleet flurry down from the star-strewn heavens, dusting the trees like powdered sugar.

“I’m deliriously happy right now,” Barbara declares aloud, and it almost sounds like a confession of guilt on her oh-so-careful tongue. She supposes that makes sense—she has long associated her own pleasure with clear and damnable wrongdoing.

And loving Melissa Schemmenti had once been both.

Perfect happiness and unspeakable shame.

But now—the sadnesses of their past behind them, their complicated history untangled at the altar when they mutually said I do—all that is left is the joy. Sometimes, Barbara occasionally wonders if she isn't tempting fate by daring to be so whole in a world that assuredly isn't.

Mostly, though, after sixty-seven years of systematically caring too much about what other people think, she has learned to live in the present moment, in the warmth of her wife's hand laced in hers, in the simple brilliance of a star-strewn sky, in this minutiae of an eternity that God has so generously gifted her.

“Oh, yeah?” Melissa asks, her eyes bright in the gentle glow of the fire.

Barbara smiles at her.

“Yes,” she nods. “Absolutely."

And she leans forward then to capture this infinitesimal moment—this slice of heaven—with a kiss, softly dividing the other woman’s lips with her own.

It is a silent night, perhaps even a holy one.

All is calm.

Barbara’s future is bright.

#work wives #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #taylor howard #abbott elementary #gina howard #s: abbott elementary #reginianwrites #this is genuinely the most fluffy thing i have ever written in my life haiodhfieihs

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alamogirl80 · 11 months

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mel your companion piece to “how can i you’re taking all the stupid with you”!!!!! is so cute and so good!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 thorn and fox pull my heartstrings so hard, arguably more than any other clones 🥺🥺🥺 thanks for sharing that with us it’s so sweet i love it 🥺💓

Ahhhh thank you! Yeah I really have developed a deep love for Fox and a growing love for Fox and Thorn’s connection. I fully blame @blackkatmagic and all the fabulous fics she’s written.

I like to show Fox letting his well hidden brusque kindness and deep affection show a little. He can be an asshole, but when he cares about someone, he’s ride or die. And Thorn is just an insane, badass, flirtatious, charm-the -pants-off-anyone pain in Fox’s ass, who wears his heart for all to see. So the dichotomy between them is so much fun to read and draw.

Thank you so much for the sweet ask!

#asks #answered asks #anon ask #Star Wars #sw the clone wars #the clone wars #clone commander fox #clone commander thorn #coruscant guard

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heartshapedcas · 2 years

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Was tagged by @castielsupernatural @emeraldcas and @pinkinthenightdean to do this! (Thanks pals mwah💖)

rules: answer some questions and tag 20 people you are contractually obligated to get to know better

name: Maddy!

star sign: sigh. Leo

height: 5'4

time: 11:15pm

birthday: August 6th (this question just made me realize how close I am to being 28! yikes!)

favourite bands/artists: lord huron, first aid kit, hozier, Allison ponthier, Phoebe bridgers, etc etc

last movie: watched the second venom movie with my cousin for her bday

last show: um. The originals, once again my cousin picks all my media for me, sorry for watching bad TV I run a supernatural blog

when did i create this blog: I made this sideblog in like, march or april of last year I think?

what i post: Supernatural! Things that remind me of supernatural! Nature! Music! Roadtrip things!

last thing i googled: big eden, to see if I could find a place to watch it online!

other blogs: my main is @sendmetothemountains

do i get asks: once in a while yeah and I love it<3

following: 746 (tons are inactive though I've had my main since like 2015)

average hours of sleep: usually 6 to 7 hrs

instruments: OOOOHHH OK I only really play my acoustic guitar <3 but I have a problem where I buy(or am gifted) instruments with the intention of learning to play them and never do, SO I also have a violin, banjo, 12 string guitar, mandolin, harmonica, djembe, an electric guitar, and the piano my family still has which I sort of remember how to play from when I took lessons as a kid! I love instruments

what I'm wearing: black shorts and a tie dye shirt that says keep choosing love

dream job: *nervous laughter* god I wish I knew the answer to this question

dream trip: roadtrip with the mutuals ok but also I've always wanted to go to Ireland and I've always wanted to go to Iceland! I also think it would be cool to do a cross Canada roadtrip, but I also want to do a roadtrip all the way down the coast, but also a roadtrip up to Alaska, honestly, idk, literally anything, any trip, every trip

nationality: canadian

favourite songs: a few all time faves: just like heaven by the cure, landslide (the chicks version), from eden by hozier, emmylou by first aid kit

and a few more current faves: long lost, ends of the earth, la belle fleur sauvage, love like ghosts, the birds are singing at night ALL by lord huron, angel by first aid kit, the man himself and forbearance by gang of youths, halls of sarah and this tornado loves you by neko case, ceilings by lizzy mcalpine, julia by hollie col, lafayette, hexie mountains, kalahari down by orville peck, bees by the ballroom thieves, make it holy by the staves, good legs by jensen mcrae. Ok. Forcing myself to stop, sorry

last book I've read: I haven't finished it yet but I'm reading Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong!

top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: stealing Sophie's answer of the fictional cell universe she invented and also her tags answer of halloweentown. Also stealing Sammy and Mel's answer of lotr universe, we have no original thoughts here sorry<3

I'm assuming everyone has either done this already/doesn't want to, because I was tagged while I was away! But I'm gonna tag some pals anyway<3 if u guys want to and haven't yet! @theghostontheshoremp3 @tornadocountrymp3 @meatmensch @monstermoviedean @jasminecas @cuntcas @heartcastiel @queerstudiesnatural @tiarnanabhfainni @cashairytits @blushmp3 @novaklesbian 💓💓💓

#jay i tried to type in ur old url like 5 times and was so confused that it wasnt working rip fjdhdjdhssh #maddy.spam #tag thing

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burninlovebutler · 1 year

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MELLL, you’re gorgeous!! ❤️❤️

thank you 🥺🥺🥺 so sweet 😭

#thank you anon #🥺🥺💓💓#mel’s asks

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melis-writes · 2 years

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Hi Mel, remember when someone asked you about a John Milton fanfic?, well that was me who finally made an account,i can't tell you how much I love your writing, you're the first author I've ever read their whole masterlist, you're also the first author I've ever asked something to

I think you know a singer called lana del rey, right?, her favorite movies are the godfather 1 and 2 (which reminded me of you when I read about it), she has a song called yayo, it reminds of your fanfic moth to flame, the lyrics "it only takes 2 hours to Nevada/I wear your sparkle you call me your mama/let me put on a show for you tiger", reminds me of your fanfic, her fourth album "honeymoon" reminds me of the godfather, especially "salvatore", it was written for her Italian boyfriend,the bridge of the song reminds of the Sicily parts,it's like the song was written for the movie, sadly she doesn't have a song about an Italian man except this one,again I want to tell you that I love your writing, and you whole tumblr, words can't describe how much I love your fic

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Ahhhhh omg hi, hello!! 🥺❤️ Welcome to Tumblr first of all and thank you SO MUCH for your kindness, love and support! ☺️ You have no idea how much I was smiling reading through your sweet ask!! I can’t thank you enough. 💗 I adore writing and it’s something I’m always going to do no matter what, so the fact that you love/enjoy my works and the exclusivity… 😭❤️!! I’m beyond words. Thank you so much. 🥹

Thank you for your John Milton ask because it’s definitely sparked my interest in writing such a fic for a very interesting sounding film!! 👀 Who knows, right? I’ll hopefully get to it very soon!

And I… wow. 😳😳 I had NO idea Lana’s favourite films were TGF 1 and Part II? DAMN SHE HAS AMAZING TASTE, LMAO. 💀 I’ll definitely admit I listened to a lot of her music when writing Moth to Flame in the early days (especially West Coast, omfg 🥴) and a LOT of her songs remind of not only the fic but of Michael, TGF, and 70s Al in general. 😅 There’s sooooo much to point out!! She has the most perfect songs for the fic tbh omg.

Thank you for sending such a sweet, lovely ask!! 💓 So happy to have you here and I very much appreciate your feedback and support. 🥰❤️ There’s going to be A LOT MORE (I’m not even exaggerating anymore tbh 🤣😅) fics coming and coming. I hope you enjoy all of them when you have the time! 😊💞

#moth to flame fic

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