wait. which books tho.
The novel is A Stitch in Time and the play is The Dream Box.
wait. which books tho.
The novel is A Stitch in Time and the play is The Dream Box.
kittyknowsthings
- the humongous Soap-Opera style Penulmitative Part of the my DD9-Series “Complementing Baggage” which I’m starting to think I may have to break down into several parts instead because I get the urge to hyperventilate thinking about it’s scope by now - and I would love to blame @tinsnip, but I was ONLY GOING FOR A NOVELLA-LENGTH STORY HERE. And then steerpike came around and made suggestions and suddenly ALL THE CHARACTERS SHOWED UP. Even K’Ehleyr. YOU DON’T EVEN GO HERE, K’Ehleyr, except now of course you do.
- the Poly endings to @amarguerite‘s Ever-Fixed Mark series. It was supposed to be just one. JUST ONE. And then suddenly my brain decided I had to do ALL OF THEM.
- the Epic ATLA AU where Aang died with the Airbenders and Zuko is the Avatar
Have you noticed the “publically” part?
Yes, because I am a complete dumbass, I not only have detailed notes on all of these, that is just a FRACTION OF THE STORIES I HAVE PLANNED.
There must be a term for this complete conviction that I will totally write those stories when right now I can’t even finish a bloody short story.
Like.
I’m German I should be able to come up with a compound word for this shit.
Schreibprojektplanungsgrößenwahn - megalomania as it pertains to the planning of writing projects.
That’s it.
I’ve figured it out. I adore Aziraphale for the same reasons I adore Elim Garak:
* round
* fussy
* Dessert First
* when offended, first line of defense: get huffy and slightly incredulous
* second line of defense: Murder
Frankly if anyone is Crowley it’s Quark
* morally… slippery
* but still somehow always ends up helping the greater good and making it seem like I Was Doing That Anyway, I’m Not Being Nice
* Proudly [Ferengi/demon] but also doesn’t really fit in with the rest of his kind because he’s spent too long around other people
* this fucking interaction:
Imagine a cottage on the South Downs. Imagine Crowley coming home from encouraging teenagers in some light graffiti and vandalism, to find Aziraphale staring in horror at the t.v. screen.
He’d only turned it on because they’d got in the habit of watching the 7 o clock news as their news input for the day.
And now he’d switched over to 24hour news, and was watching aghast.
It takes Crowley joining him before he finally shudders and says “Why is it always fire?”
He’d seen so many cities burn, he’d seen the Library and piles of books ablaze.
And now they sat in silence, Crowley wrapping himself around his angel, watching a cathedral burn, and all they could be thankful for was that this time it wasn’t deliberate.
(Written in response to the painful events of watching the Notre Dame fire)
the-jennnster
Me, after watching the trailers:
