#dearsheroozle

Ava wants to remember it all, the grins of their friends, their found family, the way the light glints off every surface and makes the pavilion glow softly gold, but she knows she won't. She won't remember anything of this moment but Beatrice, wisps of hair falling from her braids, jacket left slung over the back of her chair and shirt sleeves rolled up above her elbows, her grin spreading with every passing moment. Beatrice, unbound, unburdened, feeling finally herself.

Yes he’s made a nest between my legs. I’m trapped.

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

when I was writing the phone sex au for avatrice, I had originally planned on it being a little more....balanced between the two of them, shall we say. but as I was writing it, I realized that no, Bea is gonna get off just by listening

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

a class IV haemorrhage constitutes > 40% blood loss and is considered a preterminal event. Without very aggressive measures, the patient is expected to die within minutes.

just gonna....leave that there....

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

as I said before, it's a line I haven't posted yet :)

This is such an impossible question! 

I’m just going to go with five books that, viewed as a whole, probably give a pretty clear idea of who I am (in the order that I read them):

Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang by Joyce Carol Oates

Kissing the Witch by Emma Donoghue

House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski

The PowerBook by Jeanette Winterson

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