so much stuff in my drafts

yo i got so mad at our deputy principal today

like first, he got on my bad side a few weeks in when he ripped the fuck into me via email and sent it to all senior school teachers when i was in the right in that situation

and now one of my students has been doing so much extra work because she knows cyclone debbie’s gonna hit, and she’s two lessons of work ahead of the rest of the class (and she’s been spending an extra couple of hours just one on one with me to get ahead)… and so today her mum sends an email being like yo we’re probably going to lose power/internet and i know it’s a big ask but could we get her feedback on drafts and stuff sometime today so she can work on it

and i’m like fucking absolutely 

and fucking dp replies to all teachers like “Teachers, DO NOT prioritise feedback for this student. This is not a reasonable request”

WHAT THE FUCK??? THIS KID’S HELLA ENGAGED IN SCHOOLING AND DOESN’T WANT TO BE FALLING BEHIND AND IS PUTTING EFFORT IN TO MAKE SURE THAT IT’S IN BEFORE A FUCKING CYCLONE HITS HER AND YOU’RE LIKE “THIS IS NOT REASONABLE”???!?

andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever

The Oathbringer (Stormlight 3) first draft is at 99% ! So I decided to draw some stormlight archive, which I don’t do often enough. They’re my favorite books, but I have trouble bringing the characters to paper in the way I want too (probably because I love the books so much and don’t want to do them injustice). This one turned out ok though :) Kaladin looking all contemplative and stuff.. 

The moment that I got to see was so beautiful was the morning we arrived a young Bahamian boy knew she that was coming up to the island. And with her hair in ponytail and saggy pants and sagging eyes and really early o'clock, it was so early it was early o'clock! He had his camera and one of his favorite magazine covers and just like a celebrity unlike any other, she took a picture with him, she signed the magazine cover and he said, “My moms not going to believe this!” And she said, “Well, call her!” And so right there she spoke to his mother while she was at work to verify that he had left school, why he had left school was valid, and that he accomplished his goals. That’s the beautiful person that she is, was, and will always be.

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Bangalore Days warm fuzzies 2/∞

Gatecrashing the first night for one last picture

(2 Years of Bangalore Days)

I’ve seen a couple people doing these and there’s nothing I love as much as a bandwagon, so.

I’ve written 135K worth of CR fic this year, which does not include the drafts still on my hard drive nor the untagged snippits floating around this blog. That’s more than I’ve written in the past three years combined. This time last year I was anxious and dreading the new year and the thought of posting any of my own work scared the shit out of me. (To be fair: it’s still scary, but also so, so worthwhile.) My point is, I owe this fandom a whole heckuva lot.

I can’t go through and list everything, but I can do an Author’s Pick, so I will. Here are my top ten from the past year, things I’m proudest of and had the most fun writing. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed them too.

I really love this community and I’m so incredibly glad (and lucky!) to have stumbled across it. Thanks, Critters.

Since I was told I was allowed to show a tiny preview, here is a WIP preview of my Peridot piece for the Log Date Zine!! I’ve made MUCH more progress since then, but I wound up starting over (this is the new draft) and I’m glad I did bc this is so much better. I’M STILL DRAWING. My art was just on hold because I was dealing with moving (am in new apartment now) as well as dealing with other life stuff (getting used to new work schedule and other old apartment drama). Thank you to anyone who has stuck around with me despite my lack of uploads!!

amalasdraws  asked:

For the fic title thing: Everything you lose you can try to replace

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

Oh I really like this one! Ahhhh I’m so so so sorry, but with a title like this, how can I not do some angst?! Okay, and I’m going to put two ideas down here. One of them was my actual initial idea, but I’m not sure if I COULD bring myself to write it, so I’ve also put one that can actually have a coherent and resolved ending.

First possibility: Oikawa and Iwaizumi (of course), third-years of high school. They’ve been together all of their lives, and mutually come to the decision that going to separate schools is for the best. They’re not sure if they can do long-distance, so they make the decision to dissolve their friendship (relationship?) or rather, put it on hold while they’re gone away, to focus on becoming their own people, separate. Well, when they get there, they both try to replace the other. New people come and go, but nothing is the same as the relationship they had with each other. Nobody else knows Oikawa like the back of his hand, can pick up on his fake smiles and forced laughs; nobody else knows Iwaizumi inside and out, knows when he needs a push and knows when he needs some space, can talk with him for hours when he can’t talk himself - but he wants to listen, because it brings him peace. Solace.

And, well, I’m sure you can guess where it’d go - the two of them end up coming back home for a break, and they see each other (because of course they do, they’re next-door neighbours). Seeing each other again… it reminds them of what they once had, and - why were they stupid enough to end it? Oikawa looks thinner than before and Iwaizumi looks exhausted; they both walk slowly up towards the fence that separates their yards and Oikawa just holds his hands up, waiting. Until Iwaizumi answers, pressing their palms together, and, yeah. They’re gonna be friends again. (Boyfriends? I can’t decide if them being in a romantic relationship prior would be good or just friends. Whatever.) 

Second possibility: I almost didn’t post this, then I was going to put it in the tags, but decided to just buck up and put it here. But this was my initial thought. Oikawa and Iwa growing up as best friends… and then one of them… dying… Oh god I’m getting sad just thinking about it. It’d be just a really introspective fic of the other one trying to cope… and move on… trying to replace what they once had, but nothing feeling quite the same… maybe I should try to write this, but? I don’t know how I’d end it… I couldn’t do another ship at the end, that wouldn’t feel right, so I guess my only thought for that would just be… The one who lived starting to move on… and smile again, because it’s what the other would want.

anonymous asked:

My girlfriend broke up with me can I have some cryptid dex headcanons to mend my soul

Aw sweetie I’m so sorry :c So since I’m watching a Devils game while writing this, I’ll talk about Dex playing for them!! Any draft stuff will be later because I need help from my friend bc i know Nothing about hockey. So! (Ended up being about 2.2k!!)

  • So Dex plays for the New Jersey Devils
  • He’s obviously nervous about going into professional sports, he’s in the spotlight especially as a rookie, so even more eyes are on him
  • Nursey is really good about helping Dex keep calm: they spend a lot of time up in Maine the summer leading up to his first season, or at least as much as they can with Dex’s schedule with practice
    • Nursey flies them back and forth, footing the bill. Dex complains since now he’s an NHL player and is making more than enough money to do it, but Nursey knows he has too much on his mind and wants to do something to help ease the stress
  • They actually live in Nursey’s mom’s apartment because they’re both overseas for work, which gives them some time to shop for their own place while still living comfortably. It’s only about a 40 minute commute and Dex is usually out of the house early to beat traffic
    • They end up in the Lower East Side because well, Dex has the money, and it makes for an easier commute, and Nursey loves NYC, and regardless of how much the city can overwhelm Dex, it’s…
      • It’s really easy to blend in there. 
  • In terms of the team, they take to him relatively well
  • He clams up again, just as he always does when he enters a new group of people, stoic and stiff, wary
  • The team seems to understand, not really pushing him or anything
  • (And for the reccord I am putting in two OCs for the team so i am very sorry Schneider and Kinkaid but one of you is going bc I gotta have a goalie, and one of the centermen too. I love y’all but this is Important)
  • He sits between the goalie and the first line centerman
  • The Goalie is Christopher Nash
    • Nicknamed Nasher but also sometimes called Silent G, Missing G, or G (Gnash, Gnasher)
      • This is because he sends to grind his teeth/gnash when he’s concentrated or stressed at the goal
    • Clenches his jaw a lot regardless
    • It’s? Honestly a little terrifying for the offensive players on the other team. Really Intimidating.
    • 6′5″ and a looks little lanky but weighs in at around 220lb
    • So like, a weird, flexible, cat-like-reaction lanky wall in front of the net
    • Also relatively stoic but has chirps that can Destroy 
    • Fences (like the sword fighting) as part of his training, for reflexes, but also recreationally competes
    • Comes from Galveston on the coast of Texas
  • The centerman is Roland Clipper
    • Nicknamed Clicks, given to him by Nasher when he got drafted
    • 6′1″ and a little lanky looking as well, weighing in at around 200lb
    • Actually from a town near San Jose (Moss Beach) and likes to joke about getting jipped from playing for the Sharks when talking to the press
    • Can be a pretty imposing presence, good at leadership, but isn’t captain or an alternate
    • Has repeated that he doesn’t want the spotlight, and will continue to turn down the offers
      • Still tends to be a consultant for the captain and alternates
    • Also tends to be the “Mom/Dad” of the team where he’s the person you go to if you have a problem or need advice. Also checks up on teammates regularly. Doesn’t come off as warm but his teammates know he is in his own way
      • Will bring you soup if you complain too much that you’re sick and wont leave until you eat at least half of it
    • Relatively stoic as well, doesn’t smile much and tends to take the position of arms crossed over his chest

Ok this is definitely gonna be a lot longer so the rest is under a cut!!!!

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