Apr 30, 2025
Lil side project processing our religious childhoods and giggling a lot
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Lil side project processing our religious childhoods and giggling a lot
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have you ever heard of that dumb tumblr user ifthebookdoesntsell? what do you think of them
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i'm not art (i'm just a woman) by ifthebookdoesntsell
Carson runs a set like nobody Greta has ever met. There’s a measure of playfulness, of equal respect all-around that Greta isn’t used to. The ship sails smoothly, and Carson is the captain. It’s rare to have a woman photograph her, too. Greta is used to men. Men who come to shoot at all because it’s her, because of her body. Because they’re hungry, and Greta lets them be, because there’s no way she couldn’t. Even after the first outfit she models, Greta can tell that Carson isn’t like that. She practically waltzes through the space as she gets the angles that she wants, never gets closer to Greta than what feels comfortable – but Carson also never even has to ask if it’s okay. She just seems to know. (Or, a photographer x model AU set in Los Angeles. The one where Greta wishes people knew she wasn't art, that she was just a woman. And Carson does. Carson has always known.)
saying all of this would ruin the moment (you touch me like nobody else does) by ifthebookdoesntsell
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Greta hisses, even as she watches the game, watches Carson leading off second base, the focus in her jawline, the flex of her calves, that stupid cap on her head. “Oh really?” Maybelle leans over Jess. “Then why are you drooling?” Greta’s face goes hot. “I’m not fucking drooling!” she hisses. “Carson and I work together.” “Yeah, I’m sure you do lots of things together,” Jess quips, proud of themself. Swallowing hard, Greta steels her resolve. They’re getting too close to the truth. She has to remember the rules she and Carson drew up in the back of class once – they should have been taking notes, but Carson’s hand was on her knee, her thumb drawing circles, so she spent most of class just doing her best to keep a clear head. “Really, Carson and I are just friends,” she says, firm. “She has a boyfriend.” And that part is true at least. Carson isn’t her girlfriend; that’s Greta’s entire problem. (Or, a modern-take on the affair and how it might play out if they were allowed more choices, for better or for worse. The one where they're in college, they're co-workers, they can't keep their hands off each other + they just really need to get their shit together.)
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@ifthebookdoesntsell —> @greta--gill
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i like your choice in book emoji
not to start this post in the exact same way i started the last one but– okay so,,, post lot season five or like end of lot season five. zari (just for future reference when i say zari in this post i'm referring to zari 1.0 unless i specify otherwise) zari has found out that her being on the waverider is killing behrad, and she knows she has to leave, except she doesn't want to go back in the totem? its lonely and boring and she wants to actually have a life for once but also she can't hurt behrad and she needs to leave.
so charlie, who is still coming to terms with all the shit she went through and internally kinda wants to leave the waverider, because as much as she loves being a legend she needs a break and she needs some time to reflect and she kinda just wants to go back to being in a punk band and living life in a place where time actually moves, because she's had a lot of crazy magic time travel adventures and now she just wants to be in one place and get that real human experience of being stationary and feeling the passage of time,
so ANYWAY, charlie finds zari whose basically sitting in the storage room mourning any chance she had of a normal life and zari is like "i have to leave" and without thinking charlie is immediately like "okay lets go" because charlie like zari and she has all of these memories of being friends with zari and she was maybe in love with her? and its all a bit befuddling but it makes sense! and zaris like "how are we going to leave where are we going to go?" and charlie's been asking herself those same questions so she knows the answer "we'll steal that timestone ava hid in the library that i'm not supposed to know about" because it makes sense and it would give them the ability to go anywhere at anytime.
ideally this would be a very long slow burn fic absolutely full of tropes with a big emphasis on like character arcs and character growth as they both try to deal with their respective shit and learn how to be real people for a while. theres only one bed, fake marriage, pining (so much pining), and probably a healthy dose of miscommunication.
send me a book emoji and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about!
“He tells me, "Hell is frozen over
Heaven burned down to the ground
And you have only got one life
So do with it what you would like
We solemnly apologize but we won't be there when you die"
And I stand cold and alone
In a body that won't move”