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atratus, -a, -um

@atratum / atratum.tumblr.com

atra. chicago/various points canadian. multifannish multishipper mostly into misery. very much on hiatus, so email if you need something: atrata at gmail.

i have logged onto tumblr for the first time in several years and have no idea what’s going on, should i click for frogs?

no idea if i’ll get back in the habit of being here, gonna remain officially On Hiatus for a while until i figure my shit out (haha a likely story). <3

B99 Podfic! Of this fic by atrata [ao3 link], a post-Safe House Kevin/Holt fic (gen, hilarious)

I’m really happy with how this one came out! And if you listen closely you can hear us trying not to laugh at Holt Attempting To Be Straight. (you do need to be logged in to ao3 to see this one) 

i don't want to bother you, really, but i went through your ao3 page and i'm in love. there are bunch of other fics that i'd like to translate into polish, because your fics are a-mah-zing. like "the upper deep" and "never fade". so. may i?

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yes! absolutely, translate whatever you’d like. just let me know so i can link to your work when it’s done. ❤️

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Do you remember - of course you do - how we all used to sleep on the roof at Caprarola, and you would creep under my blanket and ask me all the questions that were racing around your head and stopping you falling asleep? […] One night, when the moon was full, I explained to you about how the moon controls the tides, and you said I was like the moon and you were the sea, always following me about. And I said nothing, because I knew it was truly the other way around.

odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”

Oðinn spake:

Bright the sun shone | at the time of Þor’s birth, And bathed his count'nance fair. Loki, wolf-father, | the trickster, the liar, I found on the cold pavement While returning in glory | from a grand hunt For a 3 AM quesadilla.

Like, I’ve decided, is the cruelest word. To step out of my door and hope to see something like a life, something passably me.

Solmaz Sharif, from “Civilization Spurns the Leopard,” published in Granta

Source: granta.com