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The Stories We Say...

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A beginning, a middle, and an end is the proper way to tell a story. But I have difficulty with that method. "Why can't you just tell me the story without starting with another story?" "Because there's no story that's the start of itself." "That's another story yet, and if you tell yourself like a story, it doesn't seem so bad." "Tell me a story and I won't be lonely." LIGHTHOUSEKEEPING ~*~

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no

reblog to put a discarded fruit sticker on the forehead of the person you reblogged from in whimsical jest

Talking with writers online

Their stories: Amazing grammar, soaring vocabulary, beautiful imagery and prose which flows like a river.

In chats: no capitalisation or punctuation, swears like a sailor, misspellings everywhere, acronyms and abbreviations every five words, idek

I have never related to a statement more than “do you know how much braining it takes to make words go?”

still amazed that like. 7 years later. this post is still going. it gets like 5-12 notes a day

it’s a heritage post, is what it is.

Montana opening up some incredible possibilities here. imagine the chaos you could cause by filing a fraudulent marriage certificate for two random people who've never met

New fanfic trope: Montana Absentee Wedding

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

everyone in the notes we are all holding hands. everyone who hasnt worked on a wip in weeks or months or years, its okay. we are going slow but we are going

Day 1!

Not a single line, but an exchange that has amused me deeply ever since I wrote it. From Chapter 6 of For the Duration:

“So why did she marry you?” Karveth asked. “One of these days, I’m gonna tie your antennae in a knot,” Trip said calmly. “Please try.”

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Anybody who wants to play along with this challenge, feel free! @deadheaddaisy, @talshiargirlfriend, @pearlypairings, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, no pressure (just?getting your attention lol)

Hmm, Day 1, I have a few (as ever!)

Most recently, this little exchange from A Piece of the Pi (Day):

“I woke up lying on a hot piece of—” “Watch it!” “—woman who’s wrapped around me like the most adorable starfish," he said, affecting an air of injured innocence.

This line from Better With You warms my heart:

Malcolm bent his head, dark hair to dark hair, the little blond head with its delicate pointed ears between them.

This bit from Learning The Ropes never fails to make me smile:

She glared mutinously at the phase pistols, as if they were the direct cause of her past predicament. A choked splutter from the direction of Lieutenant Reed startled her into remembering where she was. When she looked up, the armoury officer was coughing into his elbow, most of his face covered. His eyes met hers, and his coughing fit seemed to worsen.  “Sir! Are you okay?” Hoshi asked worriedly, rounding the table to check on him. “Can I get you some water?” “No, no, Ensign, I’m fine,” the lieutenant said in a strangled voice, waving her off. “Just got something in my throat, that’s all.” He emerged from behind his arm, a touch red in the face.

As does this one from Winter Heat, bahahaha:

“I’m going to spoon you now, so please, for the love of god, please don’t start screaming. Alright?”

And these two from Outrun - Outtake (E-rated) are the first that a reader pointed out and I love 'em:

Malcolm tasted of peppermint, smelled like gunpowder and cedar, and felt like the smouldering heat of a banked fire.  She tasted of rich chocolate, smelled like cherries and lime, and felt like warm sunshine. 

You know me - I can't choose just one!

Ooh, thanks, @deadheaddaisy

Day 1 - Favorite line you’ve written:

This is kinda hard, actually. I don’t find my writing all that memorable. I’ll choose this from Don’t Stop to Smell the… Well They Sure as Hell Aren’t Roses

“Hey, Danny boy. Got something for ya.” Jack produced a large bouquet of beautiful flowers from behind his back.
Daniel froze. His eyes widened in shock. He sat up sharply and tried to scoot backward in the bed as if the flowers were a poisonous snake. “Jack!”
“Relax, they’re fake. See?”

I guess I’ve also got this, from a WIP:

“One order of fried archeologist… well-done and extra crispy… comin’ right up,” he quipped with a delirious chuckle.  The argument continued.  “That’s not what you ordered?  Well I’m sorry… that’s what you got.  Can’t send it back… kitchen’s closed.  Ohhh, don’t complain.  At least I taste better than symbiote head.”

No-pressure tagging @brigitoshaughnessy @scifimedic @enigmatic-mystery-777 @agent-troi @jonjos-library @ebonysolcum and anyone else who wants to participate!

Have you ever, at any point in your life, had night terrors?

(in case anyone doesn't know what distinguishes a nightmare from a night terror, according to the mayo clinic nightmares are vivid distressing dreams that can be recalled somewhat easily once awake while night terrors are fits of intense fear including thrashing and/or screaming while still asleep. You generally won't remember a night terror when you wake up from one.)

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HEY, FELLOW HATERS OF INSANELY-BRIGHT CAR HEADLIGHTS, SOMEONE HAS STARTED A PETITION TO REGULATE THEM.

It's an official petition through the Australian Government's e-petition page, which means if it gets enough signatures, it will be tabled in government.

You do have to be an Australian citizen to sign it, BUT!!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS EVEN IF YOURE NOT, because these kind of things have a roll-on effect, and if Australia legislates LED headlights, then other countries may follow.

FYI, the petition asks only for your name and email, and once you've clicked the sign button, they'll send you an email to confirm your signature --- you need to click the confirmation link in the email to have your signature counted.

OH MY GOD WE USED TO DO THIS WHEN I WAS A CHILD

For those of you unfamiliar with Stories' Lore, I grew up on my grandparents' small farm. We grew watermelon and we used to flow it downhill to the main house to take to the Market every week in the summer. I had just... forgotten all about this until this post unlocked this core memory. God, I can feel that sun, hear my memaw's voice, and smell the honeysuckle in the air. God, we were so young. Where does the time go? (Downhill in a watermelon flow).

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