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whistling-banshee · 4 days
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@nathanwpyle
I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
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whistling-banshee · 4 months
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Watching PJO on Disney and it's so perfect I'm going to have to go reread everything Riordan has ever wrote and I don't think I'm emotionally stable enough to rip my heart to shreds this close to Christmas....
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whistling-banshee · 7 months
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This show is poetry.
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Toodles, Riverdale (2017-2023)
“This is cuckoo bananas... But I'm also kinda feeling it.”
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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NO ONE PANIC
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James Potter was in love.  
At least, that’s what everyone else said. It was obvious, they insisted, by the way he looked at Florence Fawley as they walked hand in hand through the corridors, the winks and whispered asides they shared at meals, the tender kisses goodbye as they parted ways before class. James Potter was in love, and it was big news around the castle.
Not in the scandalous way that had always plagued Lily’s own dalliances, but rather in the interested, almost affectionate manner bestowed upon the popular students, the pretty students, the pure-blood students. James Potter and Florence Fawley. What a perfect pair, everyone gushed, how sweet they were, how good-looking, how much  sense  they made together. Indeed, the students of Hogwarts had plenty to say about the handsome couple; after all, Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, and love was in the air.
Not for Lily Evans, however. She had no interest in love; indeed, she was was doing everything she could to shoo love far, far away. She had sprayed a hefty blast of metaphorical air freshener to cover up the stench of love. She had opened a window, turned on a fan, and stood pinching her nose against the onslaught of l’odeur d’amour. Love could waft in on the breeze as sweet and tempting as roses in a garden, as fresh biscuits in the oven — it made no difference. She had no interest in even the vaguest sniff.
Read on AO3.
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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At how many words now??
Your mad right? People have mentioned this? Please sleep and get some tea...
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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Hello.
You have to read this. Never before has a fic so emotionally shattered me. The characterisations are incredible. Gideon, Fabian, Molly, Arthur, the kids, the parents! It's so terrifying and emotional and sweet and scary and wonderful and beautiful and I screamed the entire last 12 chapters which is to be expected but holy shit.
Such beautiful writing from a fantastic author who is not appreciated enough.
Please. Read.
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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@chdarling thoughts??
what i think the marauders + reggie's handwriting look like (part 1!)
james:
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sirius:
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peter:
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reggie:
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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"insert story here doesn't belong to JKR. It's not hers. It belongs to you".
Well isn't that just the truest statement going? I don't write stories to honor JK. I write them for me. For you. To take her characters and make them diverse and gorgeous and beautiful and open and everything that woman doesn't like and she doesn't get a damned cent for it.
And it makes me happy.
Are you going to complete oalc, what with everything that's been going on with joke rowling? If the answer is no, that's fine, 11 ended pretty well, if the answer is "I'm busy with other stuff and it's a big project" that's chill too, I'm not demanding you finish or anything, I just want to know if you have any plans, or thoughts, just because I know you started it to fix a lot of the problems in the book, but hey, sometimes real world problems get too problemy and give you a distaste for things and I get it. I hope this ask is polite and makes sense because that's what I was going for
Yeah, I’m totally going to finish it, among others, because OaLC doesn’t belong to JKR and she can go choke on her on trashfire, because nope. It’s not hers. It belongs to you guys. I just really, REALLY needed a break from a fandom I’d been writing in pretty much daily at 5k+ words per day for four-and-a-half straight years.
I’m still going to finish the SW stuff, too. I didn’t tend to be away from anything for this long, but it turns out one of my medications was slowly, literally killing me, and that kind of stomps all over your ability to Do Things. Especially if the Do Things involves switching fandom mindsets. I’m recovering (and I still need a different med to replace the one I’m seriously fucking allergic to, FUCK) but I’ll get there.
I refuse to let any of my stories end the way The Dark Tower almost ended. Anyone trying to inconvenience me on this matter will get like, glitter-glue-bombed or some shit, I dunno. Something really, awesomely annoying.
tl;dr Still writing all the things! <3
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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I'm not saying that I called it way back when I left that comment but like... I fucking called it. I know a gem when I see one.
I wouldn't expect anything less love. You are amazing. Congratulations xxx
what the heck you guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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In their bookshop 😂😂
Arabella is hawt!
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Arabella Figg and Dorcas Meadowes during the First Wizarding War
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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To @chdarling, my sincerest apologies for taking so long!
Well, 2021 has been surprisingly good for me! I graduated from my masters degree, got a job that I adore, sorted my life out a bit and even in the midst of all this drama, got to meet some absolutely amazing people and I'm grateful for them every day.
In 2022, oh christ, I better not set my standards too high.
- Finish The Houses Competition! A brilliant writing comp on FFN. I've now done two seasons and I adore it. But 2 stories a week is becoming difficult...
- Keep WWW going; the weekly bookclub we run on the server. We're a year in and haven't run dry of stories yet.
- Write something original. Properly original. Branch out from fantasy and fiction and try a new genre or style. It terrifys me but I'd love to do it.
To @elleest, @dovahtobi, @teletabbii25, @mariekavanagh (and anyone else!) What are your hopes.
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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the best ghost hunters ever 
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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I don't know if it'll make you feel better or not, but sometimes you just gotta be sad for a little while while things get done.
God knows I've done it. Just been sad and determined knowing I can rest later.
I always adore your words. They might seem plastic to you which is understandable but to me, Treesap I don't think you realise. Your stories are one of the few that I talk about constantly. They're one of the few I read whenever I want to be inspired to write something. They're one of the few where I go back and google my favourite bit, because they stick with me for months afterwards.
It's the story I don't read until I know I have time and energy because I want to appreciate every goddam word of it.
So work if you wanna. Rest if you gotta. But regardless, your writing will be wonderful because you are wonderful. And nothing else matters.
Drafting Update
The chapter is still in the works.
I thought I should probably share a bit more information to explain what's gone wrong with my writing pacing this holiday season.
Without going too into detail, there's been some stuff with family, and in between being there for my own band of "Weasleys," I've been dedicating an awful lot of time for writing. Which I love. But, which I also haven't had a proper break to breathe from in over a month.
Completing most of Mollywobbles was a significant feat, and when I was through, I felt a bit like I'd run a marathon. Happy. Exhausted. Really exhausted. Dazed.
I know myself, and I knew at that point that I really ought to take a break. But I wanted to get the next Lumos chapter out because I know that people have been waiting to see what happens with Bill, and it'd been far longer than intended with all the connectivity trouble and unexpected roadblocks that accompany life.
So, I did a dumb thing.
I ignored that little instinct, and told myself that I could scrape through the next chapter.
"It will practically write itself," I thought.
No.
Chapters do not, in fact, write themselves. They never have. Even when I so thoroughly lose myself in them that I forget my own name.
The content in this chapter is complicated, too. [No spoilers, but there are many lego pieces that I'm sorting.]
I've planned these story developments for ages, but I've found that physically writing them has been far harder this time because I'm just...tired. I still adore the writing process, but it's taking me longer. Words seem more plastic and lifeless.
Have you ever felt like you've used every word in the English lexicon, and also a good number of made up ones, in every possible combination? I'm combing through my thesauruses, doing my word hunts, watching the way everyone moves and walks in the world around me like some sort of people scientist, but--well--
I'm tired.
I am aching for a week straight where I don't look at the computer, and just soak in the holiday time. I am frustrated that the creative process is dragging so long. I'm bemused at my own, predictable reaction to an obvious set of parameters. Overwork yourself, and you will get tired. Obviously.
I do not often talk at length about the emotional labor of writing, and that's because 1.) Lumos is intended to be a place of escape, and I never, ever want people to feel poorly about the workload I distribute to myself. I am a grown adult, and I make my own decisions on that. I started writing Lumos because I needed it. I share it because maybe sometimes other people find it comforting, too. 2.) Emotional labor is a loaded term that sometimes implies unequally distributed work. But sometimes work is lovely. Sometimes work leaves you with a satisfied, exhausted glow in your chest because you've tried hard and done something and loved it. 3.) I'm incredibly shy and socially anxious.
Some people will read this and say, "You should take a break now, then." But Treesap-brain doesn't quite work that way, and a break before I meet my goal will not sit comfortably. It will not be a break, truly.
But I wanted to explain that this is why things have slowed down this month. There's a definitive reason, and I'm doing my best to work in harmony with it. I will also be quite careful to assign myself some intentional, restorative rest time after this chapter.
TLDR: For now, know that the next chapter is on its way--later than planned, but still happening. I'm drafting the last third of it now, and then we only have editing left.
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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Coffee.
How do morning people do it
How do you summon the strength and cheer to be up, willfully, at this godforsaken hour????
How do you suppress all the natural homicidal rage that courses through your veins at seeing the sun at such an unnatural angle???
Holy shit I want to commit murder to others and then to myself
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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whistling-banshee · 2 years
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@unfittingpuzzlepieces if this is the only post I ever reblog at you, I will be very proud of myself.
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*chanting like a mantra* I am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics
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