Past The Edge of Reason

A small, soft snippet because I don't need to distract myself from the other things I'm working on what do you mean...

me, an elder fandom veteran, suddenly having anne rice flashbacks:

no.

NO.

starting to rock back and fourth.

you do not understand.

you were born into an age of peace. i was there Gandalf. i was there three thousand years ago. i remember the cease and desists. i remember authors hunting fanfic writers for sport. i remember when every fic opened with a disclaimer because we genuinely thought it might protect us.

we do not charge money for the copyrighted gay wizard stories.

do not tempt fate youngling.

step away from the paywall.

that is how you summon the ancient evils.

Black Menswear modelled by Black Men

The show (what ever the fck it is):

Windwraith

What caleb flynagin flys (he's not the only pilot in his squad either)

Other variants undercut too

⟢ "I’ve spent three years translating your silences, and not a single one of them ever meant you loved me back."

⟢ "You look at them the way I look at God, and it makes me want to burn the whole cathedral down."

⟢ "Please don't look at me with pity. I survived your indifference; I won't survive your mercy."

⟢ "I kept a ledger of every time you smiled at me this semester. It’s a very short book. I read it every night."

⟢ "You call me your anchor, but you don't realize an anchor's only purpose is to sink while the ship sails away."

⟢ "I wrote you into every tragedy I ever authored, just so I could have a reason to weep for you in public."

⟢ "You asked what I was researching in the archives, and I couldn’t tell you it was just the shape of your mouth when you say my name."

⟢ "I am drowning in a room where you are perfectly dry."

⟢ "You left your coat on my desk three months ago. I haven't moved it. I am actively archiving a ghost."

⟢ "You talk about a future with them and my ribs collapse inward, but I just nod and offer to pour more tea."

⟢ "I have memorized the cadence of your footsteps in the hall. I know exactly when to hide so I don't have to watch you pass me by."

⟢ "I don’t want to ruin the friendship. I just want to stop feeling like an executioner every time I tell you goodnight."

⟢ "You held my hand for five seconds to steady yourself on the ice, and I built a century out of it. I am pathetic."

⟢ "Don’t be kind to me tomorrow. If you're kind, I'll think there’s a chance, and I can't survive another winter of hoping."

⟢ "I loved you quietly for so long it stopped being a secret and just became the architecture of my mind."

⟢ "You read my poetry and complimented the syntax. You didn't even realize every single stanza was begging you to stay."

⟢ "I am a master of a dead language, and you are the only one who speaks it, but you're too busy talking to everyone else."

⟢ "I didn't lose you. You have to possess something first in order to lose it. I just... stopped pretending I was invited."

Author's Note / Commentary:

stares out the window while a single, dramatic drop of rain hits the glass Writing these took a year off my life. Why do we do this to our characters? Why do we do this to ourselves? If anyone uses one of these for a #writeblr snippet, please tag me so we can weep together in the notes. Personally, number 5 broke my own heart. Julian is officially banned from my thoughts for the rest of the day.