Nomadsland
@nomadsland.bsky.social
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I am apparently "pop out a contact lens so I can get a good look at the tiny item in the child's I Spy book" years old
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@yerbamansa.bsky.social I think you snagged photos from the props auction?
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Everything except for the romance, tbh. My kid yeeted her lovey out of a train window and we had to spend a day at Great Wolf Lodge immediately after. The lovey was returned to us by a very kind conductor at the end of the weekend.
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hahahahaha not gonna answer that first one right here on God's Green Internet. Modern AU is definitely my fav to write, would love to try a truly whump fic at some point, and also maybe PWP
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If the polycule is mentioned offhand, that doesn't make it a Garlic Soup fic, and anyone browsing that tag is gonna be disappointed, you know? Anyway, I'm happy to be an outlier here but that's my personal line in the sand!
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I think there has been a bit of a cultural shift toward tagging for anything that could potentially be distressing but I see that as a bit of a tag misuse - tags are just as much filter-for as filter-against. Similar to tagging background relationships -- (4/?)
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The show is rife with it, so I'm not going to tag for it. I actually went back and untagged Old Bae as angst because it does adhere so closely to S1 beats. I kept some other tags (e.g., implied/referenced drug abuse) bc at that point we had not seen Ed snorting rhino horn, you know? (3/?)
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If your fic is following the plot beats of the show, and you're not layering additional misery on, that's not angst! To me, tags should warn folks for content that is above and beyond what you would expect from the source. So I feel similarly about tagging for blood/violence/minor injury (2/?)
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hahaha did you already listen to the podcast? I got on my soapbox about it there for a bit. So, particularly when considering TAGGING for angst, I think you've got to consider the source material (1/?)
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Waiting at the hospital while my friend has his tonsils out, AMA
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A really happy spoiler for chapter 5 of Water Like a Stone: HORACE!!! 🥹😭
#OFMDfanart #OFDMfic
Illustration for Chapter 5 of Water Like a Stone. Horace returns and Izzy kneels down in disbelief to greet him, keys and cane forgotten on the pavement. It is a duotone image, rendered mostly in shades of blue with the scarf Izzy is wearing providing a pop of red.
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Pursuant to my interests
(and to prove that I am actually working on this)

Next chapter of Water Like a Stone this weekend?? 👀
#OFMDfanart #OFMDfic #WIPart
Cropped blue sketch of Izzy from the fic Water Like a  Stone, leaning over and holding his cat Horace between the shoulder blades.
nomadsland.bsky.social
Pete voice: I didn’t even realize there was Portland happening!
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you wrote that whole section like MONTHS ago when we were still in the planning stages!!
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Bro this is 100% your Ed, which is also IMPECCABLE 😂
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#WIPWednesday brought to you by Ch 3 of the Martian AU with @ghostalservice.bsky.social, featuring Ed and Jackie having bad days in tandem.
Ed’s thinking about whales.
Specifically, he’s thinking about that one whale, the one he read that really depressing article about that was being passed around like ten years back, the one that sings at a different frequency than all the others? That one. He wonders what’s up with it now, if it’s still out there—if it ever found another whale to talk to, a little whale buddy. He doesn’t remember if it sang too high or too low for the others, because maybe if it was too high, it could have talked like, dolphins or something? Do dolphins like other creatures? Ed doesn’t fucking know, he’s not a biologist, and his brain’s offering the half-remembered suspicion that dolphins are assholes, so maybe the whale wouldn’t even want to talk to a dolphin even if it could—but Ed’s been alone on Mars for all of two days, and honestly, he’s just about ready to murder someone for the chance to talk to someone, anyone, just for a few minutes. He’d take letting Buttons explain moon crater energy to him. He’d take Frenchie’s theories about astrology—and the dude’s a fucking astronaut, how does he still believe in the energy of the constellations and planets when he’s fucking been to one?—or Izzy’s theories on why Ed’s relationships have all failed. He’d take a dressing down by Jackie, if he could just hear somebody say his name, just once. Jackie’s browsing jobs on Indeed.com when there’s a knock at the door. She wonders what the hiring manager at the Lego Store at the Galleria would say about her resume. Director of NASA to Sales Associate - Part Time. Couldn’t be worse than this fucking gig. 
Geraldo sidles in just as she closes the browser window. She hasn’t slept in 36 hours, and she knows she’s not alone in that. Geraldo’s got that dumb-ass constipated look on his face that he gets when he hasn’t slept in a while.  He’s holding his phone like it’s a holy relic. 
“What.”
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Ed Teach Speech Bubble
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I watched it last week and it was not the time for me - I cry every time!
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A sandwich absolutely dripping with mayonnaise.
faineg.bsky.social
What foods do you love that you fully acknowledge make you a pervert for loving them?
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Top 4 reactions to me buzzing my hair off:

4. Congratulations on your hair cut
3. Did you cut your hair? Oh.
2. Why did you cut your hair like that?
1. MAMA! WHY ARE YOU BALD
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Well, in that case, would you like a teaser of chapter 6? (I have seen the full art and it is SO WONDERFUL HWARGGHHGHBHH)
Seven weeks to Christmas
The following Sunday, Stede arrives in a blast of cold wind and a string of muttered curses as he unwraps his scarf and doffs his gloves. Izzy doesn't even bother getting out of his chair, just watches Stede shed his outer layers. Stede removes himself to the kitchen, returns in a minute with a glass for each of them.
"Hello," Izzy says, and then, as Stede briefly rests one ice-cold hand on Izzy's nape,
"Absolutely the fuck not, Bonnet, you can fuck off right back— "I brought you eggnog."
"You can leave that on your way out."
"There's rather a lot of brandy in it."
"Good brandy?"
"Would I bring anything else?"
"Snob."
"I won't apologize for having exceptional taste, Israel."
It shouldn't be possible for one (stupid) face to hold this much fondness. Izzy feels pinned,