February 2012
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playgroundsunrise replied to your photo
Not entirely sure what that is, but it certainly looks good.
oops! i probably should have added a caption. crab cakes benedict!
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definitely suffering from a case of ben wyatt...
by which i mean that i have no concept of the scale and/or pacing of my own creative work anymore. i sit down for an hour and struggle and toil and then think, “damn, i must have written an epic just then.”
and then i look up and see i’ve barely gotten a paragraph done.
this is especially true with lucas, where every line is like a punch to the gut. there’s probably...
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so i probably just signed my own death warrant... →
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nicky89:
Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer
for alice
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but seriously, i know how to treat a lady
me: i don't know if i'm gonna make it to the gym tonight. i might get stuck at the office for a bit.
her: buh. sorry, dude.
me: it's cool. we can hit up the pll recap and watch television things later on.
her: you mean, i can collapse after going on my run, and you can read aloud to me?
me: essentially, yes. and then we can just lay around in the glow of the cable until sleep and/or death comes.
her: this sounds like a perfect evening.
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preview of seven, in which sam is a dorky,...
Even in college, they’d mostly steered clear of the Uptown bars after the first couple of months. Alice had felt ill-equipped to handle the drunken advances of sweaty Tulane frat guys, and Sam couldn’t bear seeing that flash of panic that would dart across her eyes, especially not once he knew what it really was.
She’d been convinced it was because of the band, that if it weren’t for the stage...
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The bar that had once been home was tucked away by the river in the Warehouse District. Alice parked her car around the corner, cut off the engine, and rested her forehead against the steering wheel. She’d decided to give herself two minutes, two full minutes there in the car to collect herself, to make up her mind to take this step away from Jess and into the future.
It was the first time...
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this could so easily be sam and alice talking...
her: that song is about getting revenge on your ex. why would anyone want to have sex to that song? unless they were having sex to get revenge on an ex.
me: is there any other reason to have sex?
her: i don't know, actually. i guess there's like...love...and stuff.
me: hm. well-played. perhaps there are some avenues i've yet to explore when it comes to this whole "relationship" thing.
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recent reviews received:
“you made me sad, you whore.”
and also:
“some magic fuckery right there.”
at night, when i dream my secret dream of future fame as published author, i imagine these tasteful phrases of thoughtful praise printed on a book jacket emblazoned with some hipster photograph of the city where i live.
in other news, part six is coming along eventually. feel free to drop me a...
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All Up the Seething Coast...the Soundtrack?
So…a while back, I accidentally deleted my “All Up the Seething Coast” playlist from my iTunes. However, it was mostly just filled with depressing songs that helped me slip into the mood I needed to get into to write the story, instead of songs that really fit what the story is/was about.
However, I can say with some certainty that I feel like AUtSC (as it’s lovingly...
January 2012
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a little new "lucas"
Hours later, she awoke to the sound her phone buzzing with a message from Vanessa telling her to be careful and stay safe. She had to laugh a little at that. She’d tried her best never to let it show, but she’d never felt safe in Ohio. Little Lucy had been plagued by nightmares, constantly fearful of monsters and other intruders, and later on the leering looks of midwestern men had terrified...
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we've all got our junk: the portrait (a sam and... →
thismissofalife:
they enter the apartment, and alice immediately regrets the whole stupid idea. there, hanging on the wall above the piano, is an 8x10 photograph of her ass.
right around the time alice had started seeing catherine, nicole had asked alice to pose for her for one of her photography assignments.
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in the wee small hours of the morning
thismissofalife:
(based on this prompt from ichosetheredpill, and also possibly an excerpt from my sam and alice story)
the cold metal of the bench stings the backs of her legs as she sits, her fingers idly toying with a fraying seam. it had been a mistake, the dress. she can see that now. but when she had seen it in the store, the red and white pattern seemed so much more cheerful than the...
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still looking for a title for sam and alice
tumf’s suggestion of “life gave him lemons: sam and his love for the lesbian” is the current front-runner.
and when i say “front-runner,” i mean that this will in no way ever be the title of the story.
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lilbroussie replied to your post: itsoverwithoutyou replied to your link: courtesy…
emily does not read dudeslash. (OR DO I?) i just loved the article.
the real question is, why am i not reading dudeslash?
itsoverwithoutyou replied to your link: courtesy of emily…
Why is Emily reading dude slash?
Because she’s awesome. Also, I don’t know that she actually is. She just forwarded the article along to me as encouragement, I suppose.
courtesy of emily... →
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It was shocking how much of that last encounter she was still able to remember, given the amount of alcohol permeating her blood cells at the time. Catherine had only just left, which wasn’t saying much, considering she had never really moved all the way in, and already Alice was pinned against a wall, sweating gin and pulling Jess toward her by her belt loops. Her hand had unceremoniously...