That Feeling When Your Favorite Character Is So Not Popular That You Start To Get Self Conscious About

The Ithaca Mandate: Chapter 14 [Snippet]

VESHARI FREIGHTER NAQ’OTAH: 5 Years Earlier

Judith cast her attention out the grimy freighter windows. In the distance, another vessel hovered in the gap between stars. She was so far off that she looked little more than a specter–a vestige of alabaster against velvety black, a shiver of movement in the void. The red bloom of her engines was just starting to grow, expanding as if to obscure her from the insolent violation of Judith’s gaze. Ithaca had arrived six days before Ardent to render aid to the stricken freighter, but her presence there was grudging, a sour token of compliance to her Captain’s demands. Judith could sense the great ship’s resentment in the way she loomed, her colossal impatience pulsing across the expanse in time to her engines’ ominous burgeoning glow. The red swelled until it encompassed her entirely, and then with a violent flare Ithaca was gone, snapped out of existence as though she had never been there at all. Her departure seemed almost petulant, her sudden absence so striking it stole the air from Judith’s lungs and returned it to them molten. She stared at the empty place where Ithaca had been, blistered and breathless, unsettled by an instinct she couldn’t define.

writing a relationship. is it healthy? no. but is it hot? oh, absolutely.

i love a good train wreck sometimes

Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow

On the dryer, the old tabby cat she’d inherited with the apartment was coiled tight into a wad of scraggy fur on a pile of clean clothes she’d folded and forgotten to put away. He purred in his sleep, oblivious to her presence in his soundless, elderly world, so she tapped twice on the fabric to let him know she was home. He blinked and unfurled, long and ribby, mouth gaping open in a nearly-toothless yawn. She held out her hand and he bumped his head against it, then turned in a circle and curled back up on the clothes.

“Rough day?” she asked him, smirking as she rolled the towels and laid them in the cabinet beneath the sink. “Must be nice, freeloadin’ like you are. Ain’t even got the good graces to hear me when I’m talkin’.”

From the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the bag of prescription cat food, dropping a couple scoops into the bowl she kept on the shelf behind the washer and dryer, then wetting it with water from the sink. The tabby watched her, blinking slow and uninterested as she worked, then yawned again when she was done.

For a few seconds, Taryn stood there with her hands on her hips, same as she always did, waiting for the cat to decide whether or not to waste the food, same as he always had.

“Heck with ya,” she said after a minute, then flipped the switch for the fan and the light over the tub. “But I ain’t leavin’ it out all night this time. You damn near put me in an early grave dumpin’ that last bowl while I was sleepin’.”

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Synopsis:

Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.

Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.

Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.

Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.

Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow–something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling Farm.

And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.

It doesn't matter what I'm writing, there is a 99% chance my birds are acting as my beta readers from one or both shoulders.

The other 1% of the time they're interrupting my workflow by shitting on the laptop screen, which leads to me going to the kitchen for a wipe and subsequently reminds me I haven't eaten or drank any water in 10 hours and should probably do that. So...helping?

The best part of winter is you can drag your ass inside from feeding animals and the justification for staying home and writing is right there falling from the sky.

I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 

I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD

And if it's gay, probably Janeway or Discovery...❤️

“where did this weird trope even come from?”

well, statistically speaking, probably star trek

...have you ever written so much fanfiction for the sole purpose of forgetting what canon is and how a single episode literally traumatized you into being able to be creative again?

Have you ever read so much fanfiction and consumed so much fanart that you genuinely forgot what canon is?

This show will go down in history as the biggest missed opportunity for the most genuine and incredible enemies to lovers WLW arc and it's been YEARS and I am STILL HEARTBROKEN.

I don't even remember if I finished the show but I do know I continued watching even after Hook came in because Lana is worth watching no matter what.

Ain't no way those motherfuckers put those bitches looking at each other like that and expected us to believe they weren't madly in love

"she didn't want anything to do with me"

"I have to say goodbye to the thing I love most"

And with those lines??

bonus points:

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Helping Writers Find The Words

I stumbled across this site a few weeks ago--lots of useful info for if and when you feel like your descriptions are getting repetitive!