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@firenati0n / firenati0n.tumblr.com

roop. she/her. mid twenties. tired. chai drinker. avid reader. purpose seeker. ao3: firenati0n "...But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!" mobile header by ninzied :)
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hello! welcome to my navigation! <3 :)

hi :) I'm roop. welcome! :)

posted fics | my ao3

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traffic light tag game <3 :)

Thanks to my love @cha-melodius for the tag! this seems so fun! it will be my substitution for sunday sentences as well!

rules: talk about something creative you're working on of any kind. 🚦 green: what is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? 🚦 orange: slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. 🚦 red: what is the roadblock currently? what is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

green:

working on my multichap called two years from tomorrow, where alex and henry are, to avoid fun spoilers, roommates-slash-lovers-with-a-twist. architect!henry x lawyer!alex :) mostly epistolary, which is a fun new muscle to stretch. it is an interesting new genre and challenge. there is a magic mailbox involved. don't look at me.

orange:

idk what words to share that won't be confusing or too revealing, so here's a picture of the lake house and a scene from the movie the lake house, the inspo for this fic. don't google the movie NO SPOILERSSSSSS

red:

my brain is mostly mush after a rough year. it's been a hell of a time (derogatory) recently in both my personal life and my fandom life but we continue to persevere! I'm just a very slow writer as well, and i told myself that i would finish this fic before posting because there are a lot of threads in it i have to keep straight. so I'm doing my best to keep chugging right along, slowly and steadily. that's the necessary evil in writing this, that it has to be written fully before posting. how am i supposed to get my dopamine if i can't post it rn fajskldjflkasdf

i also don't write a LOT so like. this fic feels very short. i am not very wordy, unfortunately. but folks who have seen sneak peeks of it seem happy so far! so i can't complain :D

xoxo roop

+ open tag and tagging folks back:

#several sentence sunday#tag game#roop writes#fic: the lake house#rwrb#rwrb fic
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wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) last time i did one of these was november oops so I'm happy to get to share some words :) i have been through some SHIT the last few months, but slowly making my way back into my body. thanks for your patience! <3

here's a snip from my upcoming multichap, two years from tomorrow! it is an au of the sandra bullock x keanu reeves early 2000s romantic drama The Lake House. if you have never seen it and want to read this, DON'T GOOGLE IT JADSFJLASDF stay ignorant! if you HAVE seen it, don't worry—i have made some changes. :) my second multichap just HAD to be another sandra movie...except this time, unlike ice queen henry in the proposal au, sandra is ALEX. because everyone deserves to be sandra bullock at least once.

been a HOT MINUTE since i wrote a multichap BUT i am going to fully write before i post. i promise.

here's a split pov taken from diff points in the chapter...roommates with a twist...

january, alex:

Alex Claremont-Diaz deserves some fucking peace and quiet and rest, and this lake house is moving him one step closer to outrunning law-related burnout of epic proportions. Or at least, that’s what he hopes; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him. Year after year of relentless caseloads and emotionally draining yet fulfilling clients will do that to a person—fills them up, but at a steep personal cost. And Alex’s wellbeing is here to fucking collect. Luna was pretty clear about the whole thing: “A three month sabbatical, kid. No arguments. Better not see your ass darkening Luna & Associates’ fuckin’ doors until April.” So. Lake it is. Peace and quiet. No stress. His lease was up anyway, so he crashed at June’s and diligently searched for housing near but not in Chicago. He’s going for serene, here. Goodbye, high rises and pavement. Hello, waterfront views and enlightenment. 

january, henry:

Henry Fox-Mountchristen is bloody terrified of moving into this place, with its memories and sadness and joy attached, and this lake house is forcing him one step closer to confronting a final piece of the grief puzzle he’s been avoiding for years.   Or at least, that’s what he’s afraid of; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him.  The past was full of laughter echoing in the halls, late night sketching at the threadbare dinner table, secrets and fears whispered into the nooks and crannies. The present, however, is full of running. From his fears, from his demons, from laughter and sketching and secrets.  But Henry’s tired. Year after year of agonizing pain and subsequent expensive therapy will do that to a person—drains them, builds them up, then drains them again. Rinse and repeat, hope eternally on the horizon, fears loitering on his doorstep. And those aforementioned demons have finally caught up and are knocking rather insistently. 

xoxo roop

+ open tag and tagging back folks who got me over the last few months! thank you so much <3

#wip wednesday#roop writes#rwrb fic#rwrb#red white and royal blue#firstprince#sorry for so many words#i was trying to make up for the lack of them fjaskljflasf#anyway. thanks for reading! <3
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i have been writing words again (slowly!) after so long, and I am so happy because they are:

a) planned, and

b) not born from unimaginable grief and loss and pain, and

c) written in a state of joy and excitement!

It's a slower, steadier, more measured process. But that's not necessarily a bad thing!

chugging right along on my multichap! hoping to start posting in May, if i keep it up. 🥰 Will share words for wip wednesday after [redacted] months. feels strange! feels scary! but mostly, feels good! thanks for sticking around through my highs and lows over the past year. appreciate y'all!!

#i am so excited for y'all to read#this au#man it feels good to actually stretch the writing muscles properly again#and that too#not in a frantic and grief-stricken state#i don't want to associate writing with Big Hard Bad Scary Feelings all the time#just as necessary to tinker with the good feelings#no one is reading all the way down here so I can say it in a 3am daze but#the last few months were bleak as hell I can't even lie#nominated a friend as my ao3 fannish next of kin and everything#so that was tough#but i have persevered and crawled my way out of the hole!!!!!!!#and I'm so proud!#and tired!#but also proud! and also IMMENSELY grateful for my support system#love y'all#if you're all the way down here reading this ILYSM!!!! thank you friend!!!!!#thank you to anyone who has ever read or supported me#like genuinely you changed my life
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Depression is such an effective tranquilizer that it creates a great opportunity for plot twists in your real life. I have a pretty consistent opinion of myself which is "low" and "never ending guilt and shame for reasons I don't understand."

Recently received feedback from two different editing clients that started with "Please pass along to Jacquelynn that she is phenomenal at her job" and "I was blown away by the evaluation I received."

You always hear about how depression (and anxiety) lies to you and distorts reality, but there is logically knowing that and then there is like, physical proof of it and you are suddenly Neo in the Matrix jumping out of the fucked up little tube machine.

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Look, medication and therapy are essential, but I think we shouldn't underestimate this form of treatment

(Source)

#experiencing this rn and#it is truly a mindfuck#praise...my beloved...
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fic bind of Married at First Sight by @omgcmere :) <3

hello friends! i recently completed another fic bind, this time for cmere's lovely new fic. what a delight!

i am enjoying my cover aesthetic of "deeply pretentious penguin classics novel hiding Big Secrets" and am going to keep it as my signature for each bind. :)

grateful to keep learning and growing and trying. much love for you and your work, beth! miss you already. 💛

xoxo roop

#roop binds#fic binding#bookbinding#married at first sight#roop writes#my post#cmere#omgcmere#love you beth hope you enjoy <3#rwrb fic#rwrb
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always and everywhere and everything by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Remember when this fic was being posted as a WIP and so many of us (myself very much included) nearly lost it?! The hurt, the angst, the years of longing—Henry and Alex so perfect for each other, yet always missing the mark. I read it for the second time now, and it was another wild ride. I shed quite a few tears (and got emotionally shredded into tiny pieces nbd), and in my humble opinion, this is a true fandom masterpiece!

Hush by @emeryhall (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This fic can be summed up in one word: BAM !! Alex and Henry know each other casually from class, but then they meet at a college New Year’s party and their midnight kiss turns deliciously smutty. From there, everything just falls perfectly into place—in a fast-paced, clever, heartfelt, and wonderfully smutty way. An absolute joy to read. 10/10, no notes, would totally recommend!
#thank you for including me <3#fic love
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how i'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

by firenati0n on ao3

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tags: canon-compliant, henry pov, stages of grief, growth, angst, character study, nonlinear narrative, canonical character death (of arthur, not on page, just henry's feelings before and after), food as a metaphor for love, kind and supportive bf alex, tenderness

Grief is funny that way—it occupies a corner of the heart, just another shade of love. It will always be there, a living, breathing thing. Life will go on, and the world will grow around it, but it will always be there. The space it takes up is deserved, because it holds so much love, so much heartache and joy and pain and love, and Henry is learning how to manage all the forms of grief that exist within him at the same time. The world continues to turn. David still needs to go on a walk. Henry still needs to get out of bed. The grief will still be there. But Henry will, too.

Or, Henry grieves, loves, and grows.

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okay so. at the end of january, my friend passed away. i wrote this space au fic to cope. i told everyone i was done writing fic. Then, a few days ago, someone very close to my family abruptly passed as well. The loss has been heavy. The feelings have been heavy. The space fic was not as heavy of a read. This one, however, is meatier. If exploring the stages of grief and growth surrounding loss is not of interest to you, please hit the back button. <3 love you.

xoxo roop

#rwrb#red white and royal blue#roop writes#rwrb fic#fics
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hello friends <3 thank you for all the tags, i know it has been a while. i haven't written anything since december beyond what i have snipped below, a fic i posted on ao3 last week after experiencing something personal and painful. the fic is neither, i promise! it is a space au full of yearning and hope. but some readers mentioned crying, so. your mileage may vary lmao

i wish i had more to share or something new, but i think this is going to be my last fic for a long long while. i know this isn't an airport and i don't need to announce my departure, but i wanted to say that so i didn't just randomly disappear off socials like i had intended. i really appreciate all the support and kindness over the last few weeks (and months, and year), especially this past one. i am proud to go out with this one. :)

i'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today :

There’s no such thing as snow in space. There is, however, a sophisticated array of screens on the ship that project images lining up with Earth seasons. Today it’s a flurry of snow against a familiar skyline. Winter in London. Henry stopped keeping track of things like months and cities and weather around thirteen years ago. The only unit of measurement that matters to him is how far away he is from his destination. DAVID—the Endurance spaceship’s Deepspace and Astrobiology Vault of Interstellar Data—says the screens are for Henry’s psychological wellbeing, that the void of space and unknown stars would slowly drive him to distraction, to insanity. But what good is sanity without humanity? The stars remind him that he’s a person, living and breathing and defying expectation. They remind him that he’s so close. The sharp pull in his gut intensifies.

thank you for reading and commenting and being a great community. grateful for good people. <3

xoxo roop

p.s. i anonymized my musician/icarus/orpheus and eurydice fp au people ruin people, i don't wanna ruin you, so subscribing to it is the best way to get updates, if that is of interest. not abandoned, just slow. thank you <3

tagging everyone back under the cut:

#roop writes#wip wednesday#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#love y'all xoxo#pls don't be a stranger#just feeling very. mmmm. not great about the writing and fandom aspects right now#and all of that on top of personal life in shambles is not a great combo so#will be on discord :)#if you ever want to talk
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i'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today

by firenati0n on ao3

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tags: interstellar (2014) au, space au, love transcending time and space, ruminations on humanity and love, sci-fi, hopeful ending, pining and yearning across 15 years, established relationship, not very angsty at all trust me

There are three people on this ship—Dr. Henry Fox-Mountchristen, Dr. Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen, and Dr. Pez Okonjo. All three volunteered. All three had only one reason to do so. There was nothing left for them on Earth, and everything waiting for them in the skies. There’s a fourth sleep pod on the ship, unmarked, waiting to bring someone home.

Or, Henry and Alex across the universe, across time and space, across planets and galaxies and solar systems, inexplicably linked.

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watched interstellar, then tragically lost a friend, then read the darkness outside us, then outran my feelings of grief and loss, then confronted them while writing this.

it is full of love and hope, against all odds.

for my friends. thank you <3

xoxo roop

#reblog bc i forgot my timezone rb#thank you all for reading#it really means a lot#this one kind of came out of nowhere#well#because my bad news also came out of nowhere so#i needed to escape#but it all has a funny way of catching up to you#grief and sadness#idk man it all kind of sucks so hard rn ahdhajshsjshs but at least i made something i am proud of#sending love to all who continue to persevere#even when it's hard. even when you're sad. even when you're grieving. i am so proud of you!!#we will be okay!!!!!!!
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Anonymous asked:

roop!!! How are you doing!!!

my friend!!! how are you, hope you are well <3

i am doing my best. pretty rough waters right now, but we continue to persevere. all we can do is try!

thank you for checking in xoxo

#asks#answered#anon#i can't lie. i am in the pits of the pits. but#leaning on my friends for love and support.#hitting indefinite pause on fandom.#doing my best to take care of myself.#all we can do i guess.#i did write and post a fic I'm very proud of so#at least there's that
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i'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today

by firenati0n on ao3

T | 1.8k

tags: interstellar (2014) au, space au, love transcending time and space, ruminations on humanity and love, sci-fi, hopeful ending, pining and yearning across 15 years, established relationship, not super angsty trust me

There are three people on this ship—Dr. Henry Fox-Mountchristen, Dr. Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen, and Dr. Pez Okonjo. All three volunteered. All three had only one reason to do so. There was nothing left for them on Earth, and everything waiting for them in the skies. There’s a fourth sleep pod on the ship, unmarked, waiting to bring someone home.

Or, Henry and Alex across the universe, across time and space, across planets and galaxies and solar systems, inexplicably linked.

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watched interstellar, then tragically lost a friend, then read the darkness outside us, then outran my feelings of grief and loss, then confronted them while writing this.

it is full of love and hope, against all odds.

for my friends. thank you <3

xoxo roop

#rwrb fic#fics#rwrb#rwrb fanfiction#roop writes#red white and royal blue#interstellar
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A series of events:

1. I put in an Annual Leave request form almost 3 weeks ago and my boss has not approved it yet

2. I went into my office today and replaced every single writing utensil with crayons in preparation for April Fools Day on Monday

3. Whilst searching for pens to remove, I found my unsigned Annual Leave form in my boss’s drawer

4. I placed my unsigned Annual Leave form in a photo frame and put it on his desk

5. The frame I used was from a photo of his kids that I deemed less important than my Leave form

6. My boss sometimes goes into the office on Saturdays to work

7.

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Happy 2 year anniversary to the post that my old boss allegedly now has framed in his office, next to the recovered photo of his children.

#WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN AFJSDKLJFLASJFD#fave#laugh#queue me up scotty
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