means that they should be more engaged and involved in the going ons of middle earth

Queen (ThunderIron Quick Fic)

Filling a prompt from @ajanamyth​ — I hope this is what you wanted babe.

“Hey honey.” Tony ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “Aren’t you looking pretty? Clean up nice, don’t you?” His words were nearly slurring, but not because he was drunk.

No, Tony just hadn’t slept in pushing thirty six– oh scratch that– forty two hours.

So he was way past exhausted and edging quickly into so -tired -I’m- just- wide- awake- and- hallucinating-things territory.

Which was a very plausible excuse for the fact that he was not only chatting up, but almost coming on to Mjolnir as she sat on the table where Thor had left her earlier. Of course Tony knew he was talking to Mjolnir, but hey, if he could talk to his bots like they understood him, he was damn sure gonna talk to a hammer that had some sort of life energy or force of it’s own. Sorry, of her own.

So sure. Tony was chatting up the hammer.

“You wanna go to bed?” Tony asked and then giggled to himself. “No not with me. I better take you back to Thor, he will probably get all sorts of jealous if you end up in my room. Is that weird? Do you like.. Do you have anything going on in there?” Tony blinked at the hammer for a minute.

“Alright. I need to sleep. Standing here waiting for a hammer to talk back to me. Alright. Upsie-Daisy let’s get going.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was scouring the Internet for advice today but I couldn't find any on this topic. My problem isn't that I don't have any ideas (I probably have too many) but the problem is that I don't LOVE any of my ideas. I like them. I think they're all fine ideas. But liking them isn't going to motivate me long enough to finish a novel. How can I give my ideas that extra uumph to make me love them? How can I figure out what's missing or why I don't feel this way about any of my ideas?

Hello, nonny!  What a challenging question…  This one’s been in my inbox a couple days, just because it’s such a big question.  But I’ve thought it over and I think I have some ideas for you :)

The Thrill Is Gone – How to Find It Again

So generally, there’s no one answer or cure-all to this problem.  I’ve had this issue multiple times, with different causes.  My first novel didn’t have enough meat to the plot; my second novel had been over-planned in my head to the point that it no longer excited me.  My third novel had way too much plot, so that by the time I got ¾ the way through, I’d written over 200K words and felt sick of the idea.  I started my fourth novel way too soon, and am now going back and planning it more!  So there are obviously many different reasons that a story doesn’t take off (or dries up eventually).

The first step is to figure out what’s missing, like you said.  There are a few aspects of your story to assess…

1. Plot

I’m discussing plot first because, to me, it’s the most important part of fiction.  Plot, conflict, and stakes are foremost to my stories.  You could have the most complex and sympathetic characters, but without plot, they’re static and become boring.  But for some reason, this is the part of story ideas that new authors neglect most!

So if your story has great characters and an immersive setting, but you can’t get into it, try asking a few questions about your plot:

  • What is the point of the plot?  What’s the message you’re conveying in the story?  Even if your story isn’t an allegory or a metaphor or the next Chronicles of Narnia, there should always be a conclusion to which all plots arrive – otherwise, the story can feel aimless.  The best way to find your message is to look at the conflicts involved (e.g. Man vs. Man, Man vs. Nature, etc.) and find the “winner”.  What worldview, belief, or concept “defeats” the other concepts?  It can be as simple as Good vs. Evil, or more complex, like Loving the Sincere Drug Addict vs. Settling for the Selfish Dentist (provokes the question “Is love worth danger in relationships?”).
  • Does the plot have ups and downs?  And really consider both ends of the spectrum here.  Stories become dull if they are made up of victory after victory – or if they’re made up of nothing but loss and tragedy.  No matter the genre, you have to strike some sort of balance, lest the story become predictable and emotionally non-engaging.  Find victories and failures, even in unassuming places, to keep readers invested and hopeful.
  • Do you have a satisfactory ending?  Or do you have the ending     planned yet?  I’ve found that I can’t really commit to an idea unless I see a resolution – otherwise I feel too nervous to start.  If you do have an ending planned, make sure it’s the right ending.  It can feel like there’s one possible conclusion, and once you’ve found it, you stick to it – but question it, brainstorm it.  It may not be a happy ending every time, but when you find the right one, you’ll know it.
  • Do you have the right plot at all?  Look at your story as a whole.  Does it start too early or too late, relative to the real meat,     the real action?  Is it told from the most impactful POV?  Does the plot cover too much ground for one book, or is it not enough to fill the pages?  Consider all the characters, backstories, and subplots you have, and ask yourself if any of them are more interesting than the main plot.  If so, shift your focus.  Use them instead.

2. Characters

Maybe it’s not your plot that’s going sideways.  Maybe you have it all worked out – the head, the tail, the whole damn thing – but it still doesn’t feel right.  It doesn’t feel like it’s coming to life, somehow.  It feels flat.

That can be a character problem.  It would be like sitting by the campfire and hearing the most fascinating, horrifying story, except it’s told by a man with The Most Boring Voice Who Talks So Incredibly Slowly and Takes All the Fun Out of Everything.  An example: The Hunger Games.  Those books bored the crap out of me.  Unless someone was being killed or Haymitch and Effie were interacting, I just didn’t care.  And those books had a great plot behind them!

So here’s what you need for a good cast of characters:

  • A solid protagonist.  Solid = three-dimensional, empathetic, and relatable; having a goal, an internal conflict, a self-image, and fears or shame.  They should have different facets of themselves – their head and their heart, their desires and doubts, and that little voice in their head that says, “Give up on that.  Be realistic.”  Give them strengths, weaknesses, and a couple of bad habits, for kicks.
  • A variety of supporting characters.  You don’t have to have thirty characters + six secret characters stuffed under your trench coat; but with however many characters you have, make them as different from each other as possible.  Give them some similarities, of course, so that they can relate to each other – but never make them so close together that you have to decide, “Who should say this line?  Character A or Character B?”  Make them unique enough that the words come out of their mouths, instead of you having to decide where to put the words, yourself.
  • Relationships, relationships, relationships.  And I’m not talking about romantic relationships.  I mean, sure, those too – but there are many different kinds of relationships to explore.  Friendships, enemy-ships (?), parent relationships, sibling-ships, silent alliances, “annoying friend-of-a-friend”-ships, “my-ex’s-little-sister”-ships, “you’re-the-ruler-of-the-galaxy-and-a-Sith-lord-but-also-my-dad-please-stop-being-evil”-ships…  You get the idea.  Make them unique, make them strong, and allow them to evolve over the course of the story.
  • Diverse morals, interests, and personalities.  My first short stories focused on white middle-class people who were culturally and politically identical.  They lived in one house, usually, and watched the same TV shows and made the same references.  They had the same sense of humor.  They rarely disagreed on anything that wasn’t clear-cut (e.g. “You drank the last Pepsi!”  “I was thirsty!”).  So do yourself a favor and don’t make my mistakes.  Give your characters unique ethics, cultures, backgrounds, personalities, goals, appearances, and conflicts.  You’ll be more invested by then, I’m sure.

3. Setting

Lastly, I’d like to add that while your characters and plot could be well-developed, there’s always a chance that they’re placed in the wrong setting.  This is why many story ideas can seem great, but won’t get off the ground – maybe they’re set in a pre-made universe like Middle Earth or Panem when they could be their own story.  Maybe your tragic romance is set in the middle of apocalyptic war, when instead, it should be drained down to a period piece.  Maybe your story is perfect, except you’re writing it too close to home – in the real world, in the present year.  There are a million factors to picking the right setting, including:

  • Applicable history and culture.  If you’re writing a story about someone who’s oppressed, or someone who’s a politician, or someone who’s a witch, you’re going to need to back that up with history.  Develop a history for the oppression or politics or witchcraft – where these things began, how they developed over time – and a culture for them now – how oppressed people survive and how witches in your world interact, etc.
  • Imaginative scenery, influenced by the characters.  Even if your story takes place in New York City in 2017, allow your characters’ living spaces and workplaces to have a unique touch – colors and quirks that your readers can see in their mind.  If even you can’t see what you’re writing, inspiration is going to be difficult to find.
  • A lifelike background.  Just because the plot focuses on your characters does not mean everything going on behind it should be quiet and dead.  Anyone who looks out a window in a city building can see other people living – people on the highway will see other cars taking other people other places.  Everyone who has a friend will hear a little something about their friend’s siblings, their friend’s friends, their friend’s neighbors.  Life and stories exist outside of your plot; make sure you’re not writing about a ship in a bottle.
  • An aesthetic.  That sounds gross and teen-tumblr-y, but let me tell you personally: I don’t feel truly ready to write (and love) my story until I can hear the music for the future movie adaptation – until I can see the kind of clothes the people wear, the games they play, the places they eat and shop.  I think of the colors and themes in my scenes (e.g. my first novel was set primarily at night in a grunge/city setting; my current novel is very green and outdoorsy and gives me that feeling of bonfires just after sunset).  Once you get that “feeling” from your story, you’ll know it.

Anyway, this reply took me like three days to write because I really wanted to get into it.  I hope some of this helps you to fall in love with one of your ideas, so you can get started :)  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in!

(I have 26 questions in the inbox, though, so be patient with me…)

If you need advice on writing, fanfiction, or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

An Awkward Prince (GOT AU! Jimin)

Game of Thrones inspired!

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Type: Fluff

Request: does that mean I can request for the GOT scenarios? -hyper happy (HH) anon IF YES THEN can I have a JIMIN GOT scenario you can come up with a plot yourself but can there be some action and kids and babies involved oh and he is the Lord of whatever you choose

“What are you doing?” you asked your elder brother Namjoon who looked you over before he tugged down the top of your dress slightly “to impress a king and his court you should always have a sweet bargaining chip” he hummed to you as he fixed your locks as well. “Perfect” he told you as you felt a bit odd. Of course it would seem your brother was using you, he sort of was but he was doing it for a better life for you both. Your brother was a scholar to say the least, next in line for the throne if your brother passed. Since your elder brother Ducon was your land’s king he didn’t have to worry as much as Namjoon and you. Your brother was a rather loose king and was going to allow you and Namjoon pick who was right for you both. As long as they had a good military and a stable land of course. 

Namjoon did the research and had found someone who fit both standards for you, the young 15 year old prince Jimin who was next in line for his family to rule over his land. So your family had begun the journey to the land months back and you had arrived as of this morning. Ducon had went ahead of the two of you and allowed you guys to freshen up for this evening’s encounter. 

As of last year you could finally be called a woman because you had begun to bleed. Your body had changed from the rather cute child you had been to the womanly figure you now possessed. “Do you know if he would like me?” you asked him “that doesn’t matter as much as getting you into a very powerful family does it?” he asked back “well I kind of want to love as well” you mumble as he pats your shoulders “of course, he’ll like you. He’s a young man” he told you as you were pulled off with him to the area needed. 

You sat quietly as your brothers talked with the king. Ducon was in a heavy story about a hunting trip. You scooped up some soup before you looked up and meeting eyes with young prince who blushed and accidentally bumped the bowl sending soup over the table and a bit onto himself. He created quite the scene as he servant rushed to clean up his mess. “I apologize for my boy. He does not seem to know how to act with such lovely company in view” the king comments as his eyes were to you. “Your sister seems pleasant. My boy needs a wife you came here to offer her to us?” he asked as you played with your skirt. “Why about you two go and get to know one another?” his mother recommended as Jimin shot up and soon enough the young boy was offering you his hand.

And this was the beginning of your relationship with the prince.


“I never have had contact with a woman” he told you as he awkwardly linked arms with you. “You’ve never been around a whore? My brother Namjoon was with one when he was your age” you informed. “I couldn’t do it. My father says a man should be experienced for when he beds his wife” he explained as his body warmed. “How do you feel about that?” you asked, he stopped you two in the middle of the garden. “I want to have my wife be the first person I feel” he informed seriously as you looked down. “I believe that will be me” you say as he nods. “I’m aware” he hummed as he locked his fingers with yours. He glanced at your lips as he took a deep breath before he leaned in. He was a bit shocked when you met him half way allowing your lips pressed with his.


The following year, you and Jimin had found yourselves to be engaged. Eldest brother Ducon agreed to the arrangements before heading back to your kingdom while your elder brother Namjoon had stayed with you. You were happy to have some family here, his mother was teaching you more ladylike actions due to the lack of motherly advice your whole life. She told you that your job was to please your husband in the future and if that doesn’t happen he will find other ways to get it. As her own husband had more than one bastard on this earth. She explained marriage doesn’t mean or need love when your royal, she built this rather high tension in you before she let out a laugh. And then she told you that her son was different from that. 

Somehow the prince ended up rather soft. He was the kind of man to marry once and be a fateful all the way. She promised you had gotten a good man and that she was someone to talk to about anything. And for once you felt rather happy to have what you were having at the moment. 


Jimin nervously sat on your wedding bed as he rubbed his palms onto his pants as he looked at you. You yourself were awkwardly sitting at the small table before you poured a glass of wine for yourself before you brought one over to Jimin who’s hand shakily reached out for it and took it. He gulped his drink down and sighed. You drank yours as you looked at him “Jimin” you say as he looked at you “undo my dress” you told him as his eyes went wide. “What?” he asked “undo my dress” you tell him as you turned around. You could feel his fingers shakily did as asked, you could feel the material loosen as you held it close to you. 

You sat yourself down on the bed, you smiled at him as he sat back down beside you. You leaned in and kissed his lips, it was deeper than any other than you two have had. His fingers lightly touched your jawline before his hands had cupped your face. Once he pulled back his hands loosened his top as he lifted it off, his lightly tanned skin showed to you as he wasn’t heavily built but he was perfect the way he was. He kissed you again as soon enough he got to see your entire figure and he soon joined you as you guys slowly made your way up the bed for your first time together. 


To say your prince was nothing more than a different man in bed, he could get the heart racing and to you it was no surprise the moment you found yourself pregnant. His mother was excited with her first grandchild. Jimin smiled at you “to think in a short while you and I will have out child” he hummed nicely as he laid in your bed, your stomach as budged and he was excited to see it growing. Did he worry, heavily. Not all woman made it through the pregnancy and he prayed for your safety. He wouldn’t tell you of course he would only say the best in the situation. 


A sweaty head and heavy panting was evident as Jimin stood calmly beside you. You made it through and he was happy about that. Your baby came out silent and you both felt panicked, but after a few moments the room filled with high pitched cry filled the room as your baby’s airways were cleared. “It’s a girl my prince” the doctor told him, the little one was soon wrapped in a thick blanket of animal fur and was passed to you as Jimin looked down at your newborn daughter. “Blaise my dear, welcome to world” he told her as he looked down at the squirming girl “I am your father, your mother has worked hard to bring you out” he then told her as he was passed the bundled baby. And in that moment he made eye contact with his little one for the first time ever. 

And he was wrapped around her finger.

your personal universe: why maladaptive daydreaming is not a disorder

In this post I will talk about maladaptive daydreaming in autistic people, because I am an autistic person. I will describe my personal experience that is 100% subjective and doesn’t match the experience of every autistic person on Earth. However I am sure that a lot of autistic people will relate to what I have to say. I do not wish to offend anyone with this post and if I will, I am sorry. Now on with the story.

As long as I remember myself, I was always very different. I understood it very early on, back when I didn’t even go to school yet. I knew that I am not like other kids: I speak differently, move differently, and think differently. Back then I didn’t consider it a bad thing, and I had no reason to. Life is simple when you are a kid, it doesn’t hold much challenges.

But it changed drastically as soon as I began middle school. First year of middle school was the first time I realized that I wasn’t just different – I was wrong. Or at least that is what I was forced to believe. From that time, life became a battle. I was bullied by my classmates, misunderstood by my parents and teachers, I struggled, I suffered, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It took me a long time to find out that there wasn’t anything wrong with me after all. I’m just autistic. All my problems and struggles suddenly made sense when I realized that, and I promised myself that I will never ever think of myself as wrong again.

I remember that when I was 14, life was so bad for me, I didn’t want to live. I didn’t actively plan suicide, but I lay in my bed all day, refused to eat and get up, and silently wished that I will just die. The only things that got me through that time were my special interests and… wait for it… maladaptive daydreaming.

What is maladaptive daydreaming?

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i get a lot of questions about what i do/what i’m planning to do in the future. this week i was contacted about an opportunity to create a citywide gardening program in order to boost my hometown’s public health in preventative ways. this opportunity has me reflecting on all the lessons i’ve learned as a black man trying to help black people connect to the earth and to peace through gardening/earthwork. these reflections manifested themselves in the following document. just wanted to share.

Lessons learned

The most important thing I’ve learned is the importance of creating programming that engages entire families. The strongest component of the organization I work for now is its commitment to reach students during every stage of their educational journeys - from pre-school to high school. Furthermore, any adult-based programming needs to be contextualized with side-by-side learning opportunities so that each event/initative catering to adults offers the ability to cater to their entire families (especially their children or children under their care).  

  • From a youth-centric standpoint, by being intentional about having each staff member support every age group, you allow students to have a broader support structure. For example, you can hire staff members to be primarily responsible for coordinating the high school internship but have the staff that is primarily responsible for elementary garden education support the interns one day a week. Have the staff that is primarily responsible for middle school garden education support the interns once a week on a different day. Replicate this idea across all programs.
    • This strategy is extremely rewarding for everybody involved. It’s the main reason I feel like I truly belong to the community I work in. It’s hard not to feel a sense of belonging when I’ve gotten to know the entire pool of young people in this community by working with PreK-5 students MWF middle school programs on Tues, and our high school interns on Thursday of each week.
    • A paid internship for high school aged teens is imperative. This internship should be the first stage of an employment pipeline so former interns can be placed into legitimate jobs that the internship trained them for.  
      • The only way to have a successful internship program is to be intentional about investing the time and resources necessary to train these teens to do whatever job you want them to do.
        • This requires an extraordinary level of patience, case management, and support structure.
          • My garden assistant’s name is Cha’Shay. Cha’Shay is 20 working on graduating high school. She’s from a horrible neighborhood, lost her boyfriend to gun violence, and can easily be mislabeled as a bad product of a bad environment. Cha’Shay was an intern that came through our program while I was still in college. By normal metrics, she was a subpar employee with a bad attitude. But since she was part of a program that prioritized her growth and potential above all else, she was given the opportunity to work as a garden assistant at my school. When she came into the roll she didn’t know how to talk right, act right, or do right in a professional sense. 3 months later, she is running her own meetings with teachers, speaking at fundraisers organized by our board of directors, designing her own garden curriculum for preschoolers, harvesting food she never thought would actually grow, and just generally being a source of light to everybody and everything around her. I include this story in here just to offer evidence about how a positive intention and fitting support structure can transform any person into a source of light for their communities and beyond. This can only happen when you give young people training as interns and well supported opportunities to work jobs that pay a living wage.
  • From an educational perspective, it’s important for lessons 1) to manifest into material/things that students and families can take home (food/medicine) 2) to center around the skill building necessary to convert those materials into practices that boost health and wellness (cooking classes, herbal medicine making, garden yoga).
    • One of the most rewarding experiences I’ve had doing this work is the ability to grow a crop with 3rd graders, harvest it with them, then teach them and their parents to cook what they grew and harvested. Incorporating the people I’m teaching into the full process from seed to table has offered moments of such pure positivity and connectedness, I can’t even explain them. I think replicating these full process, holistic models should be a top priority to offer opportunities for resonant lessons and life style changes.
  • At the beginning, people are going to want to harvest not plant - they’d rather eat than cook and they’d rather maintain a garden than start one. Having a culture that tackles these facts with understanding instead of stress will go far.
    • It would be great if the communities we serve would show initiative by helping us, help them but this isn’t realistic. If these communities were like that, we wouldn’t need to be there in the first place. Going in with the mindset that we’re planting seeds because we love to do it is healthier than planting seeds because we’re hungry.
    • This may mean that the first years of the program are rough. Expecting them to be rough and finding comfort in the smallest of victories is pivotal to long term success. Perhaps the communities that we start gardens in don’t seem to care enough about that garden to maintain it. Maybe a school that we want to partner with has no interest in partnering with us even though we know the students need us there. Doesn’t matter, there are more seeds to plant and more work to be done. Understanding that obstacles don’t deter the mission is exceedingly important for every single person involved in the program.  

longroadstonowhere  asked:

prompt: jane and dirk, the little things, one of them helps the other recover from a bad mood? (sorry, less good at the scenario part of things)

Oh look, it’s more Alpha Timeline Fluff! And this one is genuinely and incontrovertibly fluffy! (…Pay no attention to Dirk’s champion lying-by-implication near the end.) [~1000 words]

A Problem That You’ll Understand

– gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] –

GG: Dirk, are you busy?
GG: I don’t want to be a nuisance, but if you have a few minutes I would deeply appreciate the loan of your ears.
GG: Or your eyes, as the case may be.
GG: Although it suddenly occurs to me that a text-to-speech interface might be very useful for maintaining communication while your hands are engaged in a task that’s either too messy or too time-sensitive to constantly interrupt for typing.
GG: Obviously I can use my tiaratop if I want to chat while baking, but I know you and Roxy have Views on Crockercorp products. :B
GG: …
GG: I conclude from the available evidence that you are, in fact, busy, and what you’re doing involves adjustments to your auto-responder.
GG: My apologies for any distraction I may have caused.
GG: I’ll stop bothering you for now.

TT: Wait.

GG: Yes?

TT: Thirty seconds.
TT: Ok, all yours. What’s wrong?

GG: What makes you assume something is amiss?
GG: Can’t a dame simply want to chat with one of her gentleman friends?

TT: Sure she can. But while Holmesian deduction isn’t my forte, I can put two and two together to get four.
TT: Something’s eating you, and not in the fun way.
TT: Lay it on me, Jane.
TT: I can take it.

GG: *sigh*
GG: I suppose I was a trifle obvious, wasn’t I? Which is part and parcel of the problem, in a way.

TT: Oh?

GG: I couldn’t casually request a friendly conversation without giving away that I’m upset. Chalk up another link in the cascading chain of petty failures that has been my day.
GG: Ugh.

TT: Ah.
TT: One of those days.
TT: I feel you.
TT: Do you want to enumerate the slings and arrows or just change the subject completely? I’m game either way.

GG: There’s nothing much to enumerate, objectively speaking.
GG: I slipped in the shower and cut my elbow on a faucet, the garbage bag broke as I was carrying it outside to the trash can, I accidentally insulted the mail carrier when I tried to wish her a nice afternoon, I dropped my vial of vanilla extract while mixing cookie dough and it shattered, etcetera, etcetera.
GG: And to top it off, I’ve apparently interrupted you in the middle of a programming session which you are kindly not mentioning.
GG: I just.
GG: Do you ever feel like all your choices are wrong, your life is pointless, and the universe itself is tired of your existence?

TT: …
TT: I can’t say that feeling sounds totally unfamiliar.
TT: I can say that it is, in your case, objectively false.
TT: For instance, you didn’t interrupt a programming session.
TT: Full disclosure: you happened to pester me right as I tripped on a tangle of cords and disconnected my entire apartment from the fucking internet.
TT: It was the crowning pratfall on a tower of idiocy that began with accidentally dumping Fanta all over my pants at breakfast because I forgot I’d opened the can before stashing it in my sylladex last night.

GG: Oh dear.

TT: You could say I’ve been having one of those days myself.

GG: We should found a club.
GG: Ridiculous failures of the earth, unite!
GG: You have nothing to lose but your last remaining scraps of dignity and the pretense of being a competent human!

TT: Hot damn, I’m in.
TT: You’re president.

GG: Naturally. And treasurer.
GG: Also secretary.
GG: Actually I will be the entire board of directors.
GG: You can be the shadowy power behind the throne. :B

TT: Nah, I call dibs on security guard at our inevitably disastrous convention.
TT: I’ll reprise my amazing ability to trip on air and stab myself with my own sword.
TT: Abracadabra, instant laughingstock.

GG: Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll walk into a conveniently placed glass door before anyone has a chance to so much as snicker at you.

TT: Thank fuck for small favors.

GG: Yes, we can bleed to death in embarrassed solidarity.

TT: You’d better not just be saying that, Crocker. Mutual death-from-humiliation pacts are serious business.
TT: Pinky swear?

GG: Cross my heart.

TT: Awesome. And we’re already hoping to die; A-plus for efficiency.
TT: Let’s hold off on the needle part, though. I’m not feeling very optimistic about our chances of survival until the pact date if we start messing around with one of those.

GG: A wise and judicious decision, indeed.
GG: Oh gosh.
GG: Would you look at that!
GG: It seems we’ve broken your streak of misfortune and idiocy!

TT: …
TT: Well fuck.
TT: Does that mean you’re gonna kick me out of the ridiculous losers club?
TT: Is our mutual embarrassment pact stillborn?

GG: Oh, Dirk.
GG: My sweet summer child.
GG: Have you learned nothing from your brother? Embarrassment is FOREVER.

TT: Phew.
TT: I’d hate to abandon you right after our touching moment of solidarity.
TT: Also, it seems you’ve successfully cheered me up after a shitty day, which – call me crazy – presumably means we’ve broken your bad luck marathon as well.

GG: …
GG: Well I’ll be. So we did.

TT: Looks like friendship really is magic.

GG: *narrows eyes*

TT: *blinks innocently*

GG: :B
GG: Thanks for being a pal.

TT: Hey. What else are bros for?
TT: And on that note, I’m gonna execute a subtle and graceful conversational segue into telling you my bro’s in Houston this week and it’s about dinnertime here in Texas.
TT: I’m sure you can deduce the implications.
TT: You ok till tomorrow or should I check back in a couple hours?

GG: I’ll be fine. You go enjoy your brotherly bonding. I know you don’t get to spend nearly as much time with him as you’d like.
GG: Until tomorrow, Di-Stri.
GG: *bunp*

TT: *bunp* 

– timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] –


Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote a pesterlog! I think the character voices are slightly off, but eh. I’ll do another editing pass before I stick this up on AO3.