If they were in a group project J'onn would be the one that bosses people around but doesn’t actually do much work, Alex is the one that does whatever work she asked, Winn is the one that offers to help and ends up with the brunt of the work and Kara is the ‘let’s gets ice cream instead’ procrastinator
No seriously- how do you write in such a good voice for your discworld stuff?? it really feels like Terry but still with your spin on it and I love it so much
I never knew I wrote like Terry until I wrote my first Discworld fic
(The Long Night) after his death, sobbing into my keyboard, and posted it as a thank you and good bye, at which point people started telling me there’s a Terry-ness to the way I write and I’m compelled to start sobbing every time they do because it’s an incredible form of praise which I am both humbled by and undeserving of. It feels like your dad stapling your crayola scribbles on the same wall as the Mona Lisa.
But thank you, I am glad that you like my writing style. I work very hard to make it as light and warm heartedly engaging as possible wherever I can.
It makes the heartbreak I like to inflict so much more visceral :p
I suppose I just like people and I like writing about them. I’m shit at plot and worldbuilding, but give me a human emotion and depth to explore and I’ll dive in any day and I’ll explore it seven different ways from Sunday till the cows come home.
Have some soft family fluff and mutual grieving between the murder lady trifecta and the four chaos brothers + Casey. Main focus is on Karai and Leo, enjoy them being adults and (mostly) stable individuals together.
Karai leans her head back against her seat, idly watching
the country side rush past her window. She blinks slowly, eyes feeling tired
from the abrupt time change she’s experienced coming back to America. The
sounds of April and Shinigami in the front seats chatting quietly further
soothes her nerves, because their familiar voices have long since become
staples in her life, and she can always depend on them to anchor her.
Karai feels their car turn, and shifts her weight as they
begin the journey up the farm house driveway. April’s voice picks up a note of
excitement, and Karai smiles to herself at the red head’s eagerness to see the
other half of their family.
As they keep driving, Karai sees the car following them
suddenly stop and then park in the middle of the road. It’s one of four in the
area, with three or two Foot soldiers in each. Extra protection, just to ensure
they aren’t interrupted during the celebration.
Karai’s men and women are good soldiers, now that they’ve
served a solid ten years under her reign as clan leader. She made sure that
none of them were anything less than perfect, and knows she can trust her
chosen subordinates to guard the perimeter. She can let go of her constant
vigilance, at least for tonight.
Karai eases the last of her leaderly stress from her mind,
and finds herself grinning as the farm house comes into view at last. Just a
fourteen hour flight from Japan, and then four hour drive from New York, and
they’re finally here.
I made a flower crown for Merle and he has yet to remove it. I don't know how, but the flowers look fresh still and it's been three weeks. I am both impressed and concerned because Pan or not how the actual fuck is he keeping those fucking flowers alive?
I am both excited for and dreading the live action Fullmetal Alchemist movie. While we get the see the boys in all their disproportionately-sized fury and ass-kicking, we may also see Hughes die again.
How many times must we witness this.
At least he was allowed to experience Gracia’s tasty quiche before death. Recipe is below the cut.