23, writeblr, bi ace with she/they pronouns. Museum worker, interested in how storytelling shaped the world. You can find most of my works under the WIP page and my fanfic over at starsfic. Avatar image by felidaze.
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This is actually a combination of two prompts for @flashfictionfridayofficial - today's prompt of "Blood on Your Hands" and a earlier prompt, "Say My Name".
"Say my name, please."
"Now, why would I do that?"
The figure in the shadows cocked his head as he watched the bundle in pink. She trembled in the snow, her thin cloak barely enough to shield her from the cold. Her trembles, however, were from something else, including the cooling body a few feet away.
"I don't…I don't remember my name," she whispered, as if something would attack if she spoke too loudly. She wasn't wrong. "I don't…why don't I remember my name? I should know it, it's right there…" The flowers clumped close around her, growing up the side of her skirt, burrowing into her dripping hair, roots reaching for the tears trailing down her cheeks and the blood splattered across her face.
"You don't remember it?" he asked. "Not even with the blood on your hands?"
"N-no!" Her voice cracked. "Please, just…please just say it. I need to know it, I need to know!" She pulled her bloody hands away from him, digging into her hair, streaking the blonde curls with red.
"Well, with your name gone," A long, spindly hand rose up and patted her head, as if comforting a lost child. "What else is there to lose? Have you heard about dying twice?"
A whimper came from the Flower Queen.
"I suppose your second death has come, and what cruel circumstances."
this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
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this painting by andrew wyeth has got SO many ghosts in it. most andrew wyeth paintings have ghosts in, but this is off the scale!
this painting by dragan bibin has only one ghost as far as i can tell, but it's a really scary ghost (the dog thinks so too)
this painting by meraud guevara looks very peaceful, but unfortunately it has a ghost in it. i can't tell you where, but it does
you might think you can see the ghosts in this dorothea tanning painting, but you're wrong. the little girls are just ordinary girls. the actual ghost is behind one of those doors.
There have been several conversations since Heated Rivalry got popular about what a lesbian version would look like (I ended up already reblogging one of them). But the thing is, we do have a lot of great lesbian content already, it can just be hard to find. And so I'm going to shamelessly use the platform of Heated Rivalry 's finale to plug just a small sampling of it. Here are 5 shows to watch after you've finished Heated Rivalry, women loving women edition.
Show Me Love (Thailand, 2023)
Starting off with the one I already recced: This is for the folks who wanted lesbian beauty queens and didn't know it already existed. This Thai show's main characters have to navigate their own sexual awakening, complicated by fans wanting to see them flirt with each other in promotional content, all while knowing if they actually came out for real it could end their careers. It's available for free on YouTube.
Roller Coaster (Thailand, 2025)
If you are more interested in a story about women who know they should not be together but are having great sex anyway, and you don't care about the reason being a sports rivalry, this Thai show is for you. It lived up to its name as an emotional roller-coaster between a woman who has been waiting for her ex to change her mind and come back, and the woman who wants to keep her company in the meantime. This one is also available for free on YouTube.
A League of Their Own (USA, 2022)
If you do care about the sports, actually, and also appreciated the element that Shane being mixed-race brought to the story (and maybe even wanted that theme explored in more depth), this American series includes women loving women, trans characters, and while it primarily follows women in the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, it also follows the exponentially more difficult challenges of Black women who love women and who love baseball and just want to be allowed to pursue both despite the constraints of 1940s America in parallel. This one is streaming on Prime in most territories.
The Hockey Girls (Spain, 2019)
If you wanted more of the sports than we got in Heated Rivalry actually, and don't mind the characters being a little younger (and emotionally messier), this Catalan-language show has sport and mess in spades, and is available on Netflix.
Glow (USA, 2017)
If, on the other hand, your favourite part of Heated Rivalry was Ilya slamming Shane into the boards of the rink, and then slamming into each other, you'll enjoy the romance in seasons 2-3 of this American comedy drama about the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling in the 1980s. This one is also available on Netflix.
Bonus: The Handmaiden (Korea, 2016)
Not a series, but I could not make this rec list without including one of my favourite lesbian pieces of media of all time, as well as one of the unabashedly horniest. This Korean film is full of twists and turns, but at its core is a relationship between two women who absolutely should not be getting involved with one another. If you want "they had a lot of sex before they actually had an honest conversation", this delivers. This is available for free on Hoopla using your local library card (available in US, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand; other areas of the world, you may have to search).
If you want more, please feel free to reach out, or browse my recs tag.
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
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Remember y'all, white is not a race, it's a concept used to other anyone considered not white. Italians, polish people, Jewish people, all were at one point, and still are in many cases considered non white. Dismantling whiteness is not a personal attack on you, it's an attack on the societal mechanisms of white privilege and the othering of "undesirables"
Racial Formation in the United States: From the 1960s to the 1990s – Michael Omi & Howard Winant
Race, Reform, and Rebellion: The Second Reconstruction in Black America, 1945-1990 – Manning Marable
The Condemnation of Blackness – Khalil Gibran Muhammad
Dying of Whiteness – Jonathan Metzl
Comrades: A local history of the Black Panther Party – Judson Jeffries
The Black Panther Party: A guide to an American subculture – Jamie J. Wilson
These will help you understand where our modern ideas of race came from, how it has always been used to disenfranchise Black people, how white people will prioritize BIPOC misery even when it means causing themselves to suffer, a brief glimpse of Black US history and scholarship, and how Black communities have organized themselves to support each other and resist the racist structure of society (the BPP had white volunteers who took BPP political classes without talking over the Black people leading them and who sacrificed social standing for helping lift Black communities out of intense, violent poverty). This is still just a baseline, you should read more and actually do the work involved; understanding the history of race is not the same as becoming anti-racist. Learn about the history of law enforcement and the prison system and how it is modern-day slavery. Learn about Black scholars and academics and politicians and activists by reading their biographies. Volunteer for/organize events that assist the poor, who are disproportionately Black (the BPP had doctors, dentists, barbers, and tutors volunteering their time and expertise to treat ailments and help Black people apply and prepare for job interviews, and breakfast and educational programs for kids before and after school). Posting on social media about whitewashed versions of Black historical figures is not adequate, it's literally the bare minimum.
Boring tired disclaimer: Keep in mind that this is an introductory "drawing" "tutorial" and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. Which happens to be true for everything in general. Links below so that you can research and do a nuance. Ones that were directly mentioned are bolded.
Writing a blind character 101
What to avoid etc
Video on types of white canes
Video on types of cane tips
Some more explanation on white canes + tips + other stuff
Inventing new guide animals
Video on working with a guide dog
↑ if you're doing a non-dog non-horse animal please still perceive those two links. A guide animal is not a GPS that tells you "left" or "right" (in fact, you're the one telling it which direction you want to go). So before giving them something weird check if it actually makes sense. You can make a fantasy animal that still makes sense I promise 🦮👍
But why are Magical White Eyes a problem
Same as above
Going blind from an accident
Video on conformers
World's most basic "what do you call someone with albinism"
The blindfold thing. No people don't wear these.
This mostly stupid trope of covering a blind character's eyes because lord forbid someone sees a disabled body part
This just stupid trope of giving a blind character some bs superpower to "see"
The echolocation thing that every other blind oc does for some reason
Just give them a cane good lord if you want a character that can see perfectly then maybe don't make them blind
Bonus: if your character has a bunch of scars or whatever else then congrats! You made a character with a facial difference. Which is also something you should research.
The Mafia Princess Chapter 11: The Courthouse Resolution
A/N: Hello! Struggled with this one a bit, but I hope you guys enjoy!
Mafia Princess Masterpost/Chapters
AO3 Link for Mafia Princess
Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post! You have 3 days!
— — —
Should Elsa
>Go back to the courthouse and see if the adults are still there ... 60%
>Go home and pretend she went to the courthouse ... 20%
>Go home and be honest that she didn't go to the hearing … 20%
— — —
Giving the open edges of her new jacket a little shake and tightening her pony tail, Elsa reached up and pulled the cord for her bus stop. Against her better judgment, and after she had asked Matthew a few dozen more questions, she had decided to go back to the courthouse.
She didn't want to, really, but it was better to see if the adults were there and deal with them right away instead of getting her foster parents involved too. The last thing she needed was for there to be even more adults yelling at her. Hopefully it would just be her caseworker there to deal with instead of her mom as well.
"Thank you!" Elsa called out on auto pilot as she hopped down from the bus after it had rolled to a stop. Taking a few steps forward, she took what she hoped was a calming breath. "Alright," she muttered. "Everything is fine. You got this."
Maybe, if she were lucky, no one would even be there. It had been two hours, after all, surely they would have given up on her coming back. In fact, she should just find a bus home, pretend this day had never happened, and-
"Elsa." Ah. Shit. Her caseworker did not sound happy. "Don't you dare run off again."
"Elsa!" Shit. Her social worker had been called? "There you are- I got a call that you had run off at the courthouse and no one could find you! What happened?"
"Is she alright?" Oh, fuck, even her mom was still there?! "Baby, what happened? Are you okay?" Okay. Okay, okay, okay, she could do this. She just had to come up with a good excuse- "Oh, baby, did you get overwhelmed?"
Oh. Well, hello excuse. Even if it came at the cost of her mom treating her like she was the little kid that got taken away from her. Well. Might as well lean into it.
Quickly, Elsa nodded and averted her eyes, not looking at any of them as she stayed silent. Silence, she figured, would work better than her trying to dig a grave for herself by making even more excuses. It would also give the impression she was 'upset,' whatever they decided that meant.
"Elsa, it's okay for you to get overwhelmed, but you can't just run off like you did." Her social worker said, not falling for her silence trick. "You can talk to us if you need to." Yeah, right.
"It's okay, I know this is a lot," her mom said, unintentionally giving her a reason to keep silent. "She was just moved to a new home not long ago, wasn't she? And a new school? That alone has to be overwhelming for her, I can't imagine adding on all of this is easy, either."
Her social worker seemed to frown, but Elsa didn't get to try and figure out why before her mom was speaking at her again, "Where did you go, Elsa? Did you go back to where you're currently staying? That home you're in?"
Well, if her mom was going to do all of the work for her, who was Elsa to deny it. She nodded along to the new excuse. She then steeled herself when her caseworker, the one who actually treated her like her age, asked, "And that was all today? Just got overwhelmed?"
"Like mom said, it's a lot." Elsa tried not to think on how she almost tripped over the word 'mom.' It was probably something she should talk about, just like she should talk about how she didn't want to go back to live with her mom, but… Elsa wasn't nice, but she wasn't cruel. She wasn't going to say that when her mom was right there and worried about her. "I…"
"Panicked?" Her mom took a step forward, but she didn't try to touch her, thankfully. With some of the initial adrenaline dying down now that no one was yelling at her, Elsa noticed that her mom looked better. She still seemed tired, but less than the last time Elsa had seen her, and her clothes were better. Less worn. "Honey, what did you panic about? Was it about the idea of finally going home?"
Behind her, Elsa noticed her caseworker and social worker were sharing looks with each other, one of them whispering something quietly. Elsa wasn't sure if she was feeling dread or hope, but either way she did something she did rarely and kept her mouth shut as she nodded along. She could feel the end of the conversation approaching, she just had to keep it headed there.
It could have been a minute or it could have been hours, but finally her social worker spoke loud enough for her to hear, "Well, we've already been given a rescheduled appointment by the court, so for now, why don't I take Elsa back to where she's staying?"
"I think that's a good idea," her caseworker said, looking back towards Elsa. "It's getting close to dinner time, after all, and we can always talk about this another day." Ah, so the conversation wasn't over, then, but just pushed back.
Before Elsa could think whether she wanted to say anything, she felt arms wrap around her. She froze, not sure what to do as she realized her mom was hugging her tightly. Frozen, she could only listen as she said, "Goodbye, baby. I'll see you soon — and next time, if you want, I can bring Dean! You two can finally meet."
Her mom squeezed her tightly before stepping back and letting go. Elsa did her best to appear unaffected even as it felt like she had something on her that she wanted to get off. Neither her caseworker or social worker seemed to notice, her social worker just heading for the parking lot. "Come on, Elsa, let's get going."
"Bye," Elsa said, avoiding her mom's gaze as she quickly followed after her social worker. She at least waited until she was in the car and buckled in to ask, "Am I in trouble?"
"No." Well, at least there was that. "You're not in trouble. We're not going to be upset at you if you really are just overwhelmed. We can't always control our actions when that happens, and running away to somewhere you felt safe was one of the better things you could have done. Not the best, but better."
Her social worker started the car, checked all the mirrors, and started pulling out of her parking spot before she finally asked, "Did you really go back home, though?"
"Where else would I have gone?" Elsa asked, forcing herself to not react in a way that would be seen as guilty. "School was already out for the day and clubs end early on Fridays."
"You're twelve. I know that means you're not a little kid who doesn't know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you're a teenager, yet. There's still a lot of danger out there even if you were older. You can't just run off and hope things will be alright."
"That wasn't what I did," Elsa said, tone firm because she knew it was something true. She had gone somewhere she felt safe, after all. She had only met Matthew twice, but with his warm smiles and the way he talked as if he got it, he was one of the safer places she could have gone.
Her social worker didn't immediately respond, instead staying quiet as she drove them back towards Rob and Linda's place. It was as they were almost there that her social worker said, "I called and spoke with Linda after you left." Ah, shit. "I know you weren't there, but I didn't tell her you ran away at the courthouse. She just thinks I called to remind you."
"Thanks…" Elsa said slowly before falling silent and nibbling on the inside of her cheek. She wasn't sure how to ask what she wanted to ask, but luckily it was done for her.
"So, where did you really run to?"
"A clothing store," Elsa said, hoping that it was honest enough she wouldn't be caught out. "Somewhere out of the way so I could just… calm down."
"Okay." Ah, the 'okay' of she didn't fully believe her, but she didn't really think she was straight up lying, either. Quieter, she repeated, "Okay." as they pulled up to the house. "But, Elsa, you know we're here to help you, right? You can tell us if something is wrong or if you're uncomfortable with where you're staying. You have that right."
"I…" She had a choice, she realized. She could either keep playing nice and say she was fine and go through with getting taken by her mom, or she could say she wasn't really comfortable with that. The truth was, she wasn't comfortable anywhere, but she wasn't sure that was something she could really say. "Actually, I…"
Should Elsa...
Tell her social worker that everything is fine
Tell her social worker that she doesn't want to live with her mom
Tell her social worker she doesn't want to live with her mom OR Rob & Linda
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The Mafia Princess Chapter 11: The Courthouse Resolution
A/N: Hello! Struggled with this one a bit, but I hope you guys enjoy!
Mafia Princess Masterpost/Chapters
AO3 Link for Mafia Princess
Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post! You have 3 days!
— — —
Should Elsa
>Go back to the courthouse and see if the adults are still there ... 60%
>Go home and pretend she went to the courthouse ... 20%
>Go home and be honest that she didn't go to the hearing … 20%
— — —
Giving the open edges of her new jacket a little shake and tightening her pony tail, Elsa reached up and pulled the cord for her bus stop. Against her better judgment, and after she had asked Matthew a few dozen more questions, she had decided to go back to the courthouse.
She didn't want to, really, but it was better to see if the adults were there and deal with them right away instead of getting her foster parents involved too. The last thing she needed was for there to be even more adults yelling at her. Hopefully it would just be her caseworker there to deal with instead of her mom as well.
"Thank you!" Elsa called out on auto pilot as she hopped down from the bus after it had rolled to a stop. Taking a few steps forward, she took what she hoped was a calming breath. "Alright," she muttered. "Everything is fine. You got this."
Maybe, if she were lucky, no one would even be there. It had been two hours, after all, surely they would have given up on her coming back. In fact, she should just find a bus home, pretend this day had never happened, and-
"Elsa." Ah. Shit. Her caseworker did not sound happy. "Don't you dare run off again."
"Elsa!" Shit. Her social worker had been called? "There you are- I got a call that you had run off at the courthouse and no one could find you! What happened?"
"Is she alright?" Oh, fuck, even her mom was still there?! "Baby, what happened? Are you okay?" Okay. Okay, okay, okay, she could do this. She just had to come up with a good excuse- "Oh, baby, did you get overwhelmed?"
Oh. Well, hello excuse. Even if it came at the cost of her mom treating her like she was the little kid that got taken away from her. Well. Might as well lean into it.
Quickly, Elsa nodded and averted her eyes, not looking at any of them as she stayed silent. Silence, she figured, would work better than her trying to dig a grave for herself by making even more excuses. It would also give the impression she was 'upset,' whatever they decided that meant.
"Elsa, it's okay for you to get overwhelmed, but you can't just run off like you did." Her social worker said, not falling for her silence trick. "You can talk to us if you need to." Yeah, right.
"It's okay, I know this is a lot," her mom said, unintentionally giving her a reason to keep silent. "She was just moved to a new home not long ago, wasn't she? And a new school? That alone has to be overwhelming for her, I can't imagine adding on all of this is easy, either."
Her social worker seemed to frown, but Elsa didn't get to try and figure out why before her mom was speaking at her again, "Where did you go, Elsa? Did you go back to where you're currently staying? That home you're in?"
Well, if her mom was going to do all of the work for her, who was Elsa to deny it. She nodded along to the new excuse. She then steeled herself when her caseworker, the one who actually treated her like her age, asked, "And that was all today? Just got overwhelmed?"
"Like mom said, it's a lot." Elsa tried not to think on how she almost tripped over the word 'mom.' It was probably something she should talk about, just like she should talk about how she didn't want to go back to live with her mom, but… Elsa wasn't nice, but she wasn't cruel. She wasn't going to say that when her mom was right there and worried about her. "I…"
"Panicked?" Her mom took a step forward, but she didn't try to touch her, thankfully. With some of the initial adrenaline dying down now that no one was yelling at her, Elsa noticed that her mom looked better. She still seemed tired, but less than the last time Elsa had seen her, and her clothes were better. Less worn. "Honey, what did you panic about? Was it about the idea of finally going home?"
Behind her, Elsa noticed her caseworker and social worker were sharing looks with each other, one of them whispering something quietly. Elsa wasn't sure if she was feeling dread or hope, but either way she did something she did rarely and kept her mouth shut as she nodded along. She could feel the end of the conversation approaching, she just had to keep it headed there.
It could have been a minute or it could have been hours, but finally her social worker spoke loud enough for her to hear, "Well, we've already been given a rescheduled appointment by the court, so for now, why don't I take Elsa back to where she's staying?"
"I think that's a good idea," her caseworker said, looking back towards Elsa. "It's getting close to dinner time, after all, and we can always talk about this another day." Ah, so the conversation wasn't over, then, but just pushed back.
Before Elsa could think whether she wanted to say anything, she felt arms wrap around her. She froze, not sure what to do as she realized her mom was hugging her tightly. Frozen, she could only listen as she said, "Goodbye, baby. I'll see you soon — and next time, if you want, I can bring Dean! You two can finally meet."
Her mom squeezed her tightly before stepping back and letting go. Elsa did her best to appear unaffected even as it felt like she had something on her that she wanted to get off. Neither her caseworker or social worker seemed to notice, her social worker just heading for the parking lot. "Come on, Elsa, let's get going."
"Bye," Elsa said, avoiding her mom's gaze as she quickly followed after her social worker. She at least waited until she was in the car and buckled in to ask, "Am I in trouble?"
"No." Well, at least there was that. "You're not in trouble. We're not going to be upset at you if you really are just overwhelmed. We can't always control our actions when that happens, and running away to somewhere you felt safe was one of the better things you could have done. Not the best, but better."
Her social worker started the car, checked all the mirrors, and started pulling out of her parking spot before she finally asked, "Did you really go back home, though?"
"Where else would I have gone?" Elsa asked, forcing herself to not react in a way that would be seen as guilty. "School was already out for the day and clubs end early on Fridays."
"You're twelve. I know that means you're not a little kid who doesn't know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you're a teenager, yet. There's still a lot of danger out there even if you were older. You can't just run off and hope things will be alright."
"That wasn't what I did," Elsa said, tone firm because she knew it was something true. She had gone somewhere she felt safe, after all. She had only met Matthew twice, but with his warm smiles and the way he talked as if he got it, he was one of the safer places she could have gone.
Her social worker didn't immediately respond, instead staying quiet as she drove them back towards Rob and Linda's place. It was as they were almost there that her social worker said, "I called and spoke with Linda after you left." Ah, shit. "I know you weren't there, but I didn't tell her you ran away at the courthouse. She just thinks I called to remind you."
"Thanks…" Elsa said slowly before falling silent and nibbling on the inside of her cheek. She wasn't sure how to ask what she wanted to ask, but luckily it was done for her.
"So, where did you really run to?"
"A clothing store," Elsa said, hoping that it was honest enough she wouldn't be caught out. "Somewhere out of the way so I could just… calm down."
"Okay." Ah, the 'okay' of she didn't fully believe her, but she didn't really think she was straight up lying, either. Quieter, she repeated, "Okay." as they pulled up to the house. "But, Elsa, you know we're here to help you, right? You can tell us if something is wrong or if you're uncomfortable with where you're staying. You have that right."
"I…" She had a choice, she realized. She could either keep playing nice and say she was fine and go through with getting taken by her mom, or she could say she wasn't really comfortable with that. The truth was, she wasn't comfortable anywhere, but she wasn't sure that was something she could really say. "Actually, I…"
Should Elsa...
Tell her social worker that everything is fine
Tell her social worker that she doesn't want to live with her mom
Tell her social worker she doesn't want to live with her mom OR Rob & Linda
