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jewishcissiekj · 7 months

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Have you seen them?

Now you have:)

#sorry for being corny this makes me so happy #should continue reading phase 1 probably #the high republic #star wars the high republic #sw #star wars #sw thr #thr #loden greatstorm #bell zettifar #kai brightstar #young jedi adventures #estala maru #starlight beacon #yja #the good one #nash durango #ember #emberrrrrrrr

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catoptromantia · 8 months

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#christian death #the good one

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belethlegwen · 12 days

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General li'l update

So, things have done anything but slow down for me in the real world. To keep it as vague as possible, there's a chance I'll be losing my job within the next month or so, though we're all currently working on possible solutions to this. Hoping for the best.

I've already done my panicking and preemptive grieving. 18 years in a single career is a hell of a run for someone my age, and if it has to come to an end then I've made at least some peace with that idea.

Still though, working every day to find solutions. To fix things. To keep surviving. It's exhausting, I will not lie. We're doing what we can over here.

There's so, so much good to look forward to this year. These are just bumpy patches of road. And some of the bumpiest roads I've driven on have taken me to the best places I've ever been. I'll be alright. I know I'll be alright. I'll be more than alright, by the time this is all said and done.

Been doing more reading of late, which I've been loving. You all are putting out such amazing work and I love bouncing in to read even if it takes me 3 attempts and a couple of hours to get through a posted chapter. Lovely escapes, all around.

My sister turned me onto a game ("game" kind of seems like an odd word for it but either way) on steam called Spirit City: Lofi Sessions. You customize a character, you have a little room, it plays lofi music at you and you can poke at a few playlists, build soundscapes around it (rain noises, thunder, wind, birds chirping, crackling fire etc etc) while your character mills about in spots doing things as just a beautiful little vibe-generator. You can collect spirit pals to vibe with you. It's just really cozy and nice, I love it. Highly recommend.

It has an optioning for in-app journaling, and I've been meaning to get back into journaling regularly just for the sake of my memory and everything else. That's been a huge boon over the last 2-3 days. It's got a productivity timer, to-do list, daily task/habits tracker.

Anyway, I've been making progress on writing but it's slow, staggered. Hit a bit of a wall last night with some of The Stranding where I wrote 8.5 pages of a scene and then just felt... unhappy with it. I had clearly lost the thread of why I started writing it, and needed to walk away to see if a fresher mind could find a place to rewind to and pivot so I can salvage it, or if I'm just gonna carve the whole thing out and set it in the Cut Scenes doc. The other 20 pages I've got waiting? Fine. Good, even. Proud of those. This one, I'm proud of what I'm writing but again... just feels more like floating aimlessly and bouncing. It was clear I wrote it while heavily distracted or with gaps between focus, so it jumps.

I'll see what I can salvage. Can't promise an update and am avoiding making it feel like I'm 'back on schedule' just to find something I can reduce pressure from in my life for the time being. But: I love you all. The Kudos, the views, the comments, the everything. It means a lot. You're all great.

If I do any generic vent/vibe writing, not necessarily attached to anything, I'll consider sharing it here for y'all. You guys deserve a bit of fun and sunshine <3

Have a great time everyone, love y'all to bits <3

~ Belle

#g/t author #gtauthor #author thoughts #just general rambling #irl update #life update #life is a mess and boy am I too tired to clean #Sometimes you just keep chuggin' until someone tells you aren't actually a train y'know what I mean?#If you do know what I mean please let me know #My brain is scrambled eggs because of all of this #I would like things to slow down plz #A friend of mine at the farmer's market this morning asked me 'what's new?' and I just moaned 'too much'.#I would like Less New #For a little while #Until the next big New Thing #The good one #the one where I get to see my fiancee and take them home with me forever #That's the good shit #Looking forward to that

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bramblefrump · 5 months

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Watching muppet movie for the first time and I wanted to share my favourite screen

#muppets #muppet movie #the good one

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notyourwinter · 4 months

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The worst thing that SPN ever did to me was making "Sabriel" a ship name, and now I can't search for one of my favorite literary heroines (Sabriel the Abhorsen) on this hellsite without having to see stupid Sam Winchester's face all the time. I will die mad about this.

#sabriel #no not that one #the good one #the old kingdom

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sunlitmcgee · 7 months

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'm like robin kind of

#a bit #<-doesn't know shit about robin outside of teen titans #the older one #not go #the Good one #with the freaky mask guy

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jillypups · 11 months

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Watching Jurassic Park for the nostalgia but also my goodness how did I forget Sam Neill on the journey of sexual awakening. Those damn aviators, and “But that’s not what I’M gonna do”

#Jurassic park #the good one #Sam neill #right up there with Jareth from Labyrinth #also Wadsworth from Clue #yeah I’m middle aged

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rainboq · 9 months

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Have one yourself, weirdo. 6: "You make every day worth living." ScottMarsh.

If there had ever been one constant presence in Brooke’s life, it had been the great crushing pressure of expectations. For as far back as she had memories, she could remember expectations being heaped upon her. At first it had been a challenge, a joy even. She’d learned to read a full year before her classmates. While her classmates were struggling with long division she could answer the questions in no time at all. She was smart, she was clever, and she was capable. It ought to have brought her praise and approval. Instead it only increased what had been expected of her.

Her parent’s dreams, and they were always her parent’s dreams, had ballooned from engineer to doctor, from family musician to concert pianist, and from diligent daughter to future breadwinner and retirement plan. So it was all the way through middle and high school that Brooke did not have a single moment to simply rest. Her days were an endless cavalcade of school, clubs, and after school activities. Piano lessons, taekwondo, and robotics camps. She wasn’t even able to get in much ‘normal’ TV. If it wasn’t educational, honing her mind and her body, it was a waste of her time, according to her parents.

So Brooke had started wasting time everywhere else she could. She didn’t spend lunches hanging out with friends, which quickly meant she had no friends, instead she sat in library’s computer lab. The school’s security was trivial enough to blow through, and from there the world was her oyster. She devoured the video games the computers hardware could handle, which meant mostly games from before the advent of the CD-ROM, and whatever shows and movies she could pirate.

What little life she had turned into retro video games, anime, and classic movies. Her parents scoffed, of course, but as long as her grades stayed high, they barely tolerated it as she shifted her wardrobe and collections of knickknack to reflect her new interests.

The pattern had held until she got her acceptance letter to Blackwell Academy. For the first time in a long time, she had been able to breath easy. She would have space, she could pick and choose what to do, she didn’t have to constantly cram every free second of time she had with crap. She could watch movies, play video games, make friends and go out with them, maybe even find a boyfriend.

Things would have gone to plan, if it hadn’t been for one mousy wallflower of a photographer.

Warren had seemed like a dream match. He was, to be blunt, a total nerd, sweet, and into all the same shit that Brooke was. After their first conversation she’d decided that she wanted to date him, because she felt like it was a good idea, but he seemed to only have eyes for the cute, doe eyed girl who still carried around a polaroid camera in the year 2013. At first, Brooke had thought she had been irritated that this Max Caulfield was standing between her and her potential man. But Max seemed to only want Warren has a friend, if that, and before November she was dating some blue haired punk girl, and said punk’s aspiring actress of a girlfriend.

It should have made her happy, her competition had been cleaned out in one fell swoop and she hadn’t had to lift a finger. Warren was firmly on the market, and even started showing interest in her.

But that grinding annoyance still tugged at her. Every time she saw Max with her precious little girlfriends going about their precious little dates and having the time of their lives she felt like she had bathed in poison ivy.

It had taken until after the holidays, and an attempt at second base from Warren, for the reality to sink in.

She hadn’t liked Warren, she never really had. She had liked the idea of him, and how her parents would have reacted to him. He was smart, he was probably going places. No, she had been crushing on Max. That, and she was jealous that Max got to like girls. As far as Brooke’s parents had been concerned, being gay was something White people did. In her family, she was expected to get over whatever her personal feelings might have been, marry some good man for the good of the family, have a good career, and give them good grandchildren.

As it had turned out, she wasn’t the only person with that burden placed upon her.

Kate Marsh had been the last person Brooke had ever expected to be anything other than straight. She wore a cross like a life jacket, she ran an interfaith and abstinence club. She had a picture of Jesus up on the wall of her dorm for fuck’s sake.

But when Brooke had her melt down over it, Kate had been the one to find her sobbing on the roof in the cold December air. She’d confessed to the same things that Brooke had been feeling. Her own feelings for the pretty freckled girl, her jealousy at Max being able to love freely, and the weight of her own parent’s expectations.

Hearing that, just knowing that she wasn’t alone, broke something in Brooke. By the time January rolled into February her and Kate were dating, in secret of course. Those first few months had been the happiest of her young life.

Kate didn’t expect greatness from Brooke, she didn’t expect her to achieve the best marks, to go to an ivy league college, or to make boatloads of money. All she expected from Brooke was for her to be herself. For the first time in a long time, she’d known a semblance of peace.

It hadn’t lasted, they were already bound for separate colleges on other sides of the continent from each other and that couldn’t be changed, so they had made a promise to each other that they should see other people in college, and if they were still single and wanted to after, they could try to make something permanent.

That had been fifteen years ago. Now Brooke had a gold ring around her finger and her last name had a hyphen and a ‘marsh’ appended to the end of it.

And Kate still held the same freeing lack of expectations, even if Brooke had done all those things anyways. They both had, to an extent. Dr. Kate Beverly Marsh-Scott was certainly a mouthful, but Brooke relished saying it. That and she lived for the the looks on people’s faces when Kate had to patiently explain to them that yes, she was in fact Dr. Marsh-Scott, and that Brooke Scott-Marsh was in fact her wife. The speed at which feet were inserted into mouths would have broken the sound barrier, were it possible.

“What’re you smiling about, my love?” Kate gently asked, a feather-light hand touching on Brooke’s forearm as she stood next to her in the kitchen.

“I was just thinking,” Brooke turned to face her beautiful wife, who smiled at her. Those gentle hazel eyes that she could get lost in all day shimmered in the light, “About us. How we got here.”

Kate’s smile brightened as she stepped closer, her other hand moving up to cup Brooke’s cheek before she planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Those sound like some good thoughts. Any you’d like to share?”

Brooke made a humming noise in the back of her throat, like she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to share it before grinning and giving Kate a kiss of her own. “Just about how you make life worth living.”

#Brooke Scott #Kate Marsh #BrookeKate #The other MarshScott #The good one #life is strange #prompt fic #fanfiction #Clearing out more old prompts

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niorrrr · 2 years

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I saw this in a dream