Tumblr You Are SLEEPING On This Band!

Tumblr you are SLEEPING on this band!

A bye bye bye parody from the Stacy's dad guys (Sub-Radio) - bi bi bi

And even Lance Bass approves!

And before people start dragging them for queerbaiting or whatever - the singer is actually bi.

Fucking THIS

Writing is all fun and games until you have to describe a room.

Snippet from my queer polyamorous romance novel, Community Witch - an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships. (Looking to publish next year.) --- Aspen snorted. “What am I even going to do about tonight? I don’t know that it’s a date, but if it is… what do I do about coffee with Rav next week?”

Becks’ answering sigh was a mix of fond and exasperated. “First, it’s coffee, not a betrothal. Second, porque no los dos?”

“What?”

“It means ‘why not both’.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. But--”

Becks cut Aspen off. “You can date more than one person.”

Aspen scoffed. “I’m still not convinced I’m not too much of a disaster for one relationship, let alone two.”

“Look. Stop being a weirdo and go get dinner with the hot jock, okay?” Aspen heard Rachel yell something in the background, which Becks then repeated for Aspen’s benefit. “And send photos.”“I will not,” Aspen said firmly, then hung up.

Me, finishing a first draft: Yes. This is very good. This time, I have created something perfect.

[several weeks later, coming back to do edits]

Me: Jesus Christ.

I fucking love language

A little something for Linguistics Tumblr.

So the Crunchyroll newsroom isn't a "room" so much as a Slack channel. We have news writers all over the US, in Australia, and in Japan. This means we have something akin to 'round-the-clock coverage, but it also means that our schedules respective to each other are skewed. For example, when the East Coast contingent is starting their day, the Japan contingent is shutting down for the evening.

Because of that, we started experimenting with greetings that could apply when Party A was coming in for the morning and Party B was leaving for the night. One person came up with "konbarning": a combination of "good morning" and "konban wa" ("good evening" in Japanese). It stuck.

Over the following months, "konbarning" got shortened to "barning" and other permutations. Now, a year or some later, this is how we announce our arrival:

Prompt courtesy @creativepromptsforwriting with characters from an as-yet-unpublished original project (okay to RB) the waiter was supposed to bring a dessert with an engagement ring to the table next to them, but brings it to them and now the awkwardness has reached new heights

Corey had been slightly horrified when Dee had first suggested that they observe the first anniversary of their near-breakup by revisiting the same fancy restaurant where they'd run into Dee's ex - an encounter that had ended with Corey storming off shortly before Dee started screaming at their ex in the parking lot.

"If we can't laugh at ourselves, what can we laugh at?" Dee had pointed out. "Plus, I was too stressed out to enjoy the food last time. It'd be nice to go back and properly taste the food this time."

So Corey had (somewhat against his better judgment) allowed himself to be convinced. He even relaxed enough to enjoy himself, despite his anxiety, when they made it through the appetizer course without any relationship-threatening arguments or misunderstandings.

And then dessert happened.

He should have known better, he realized as he stared with horror at the slice of cheesecake that had just been placed in front of them by a nervous-looking server. Amid hand-piped chocolate and caramel hearts sat a delicate, horrifyingly feminine diamond engagement ring that Corey had never seen before.

Corey felt the blood drain from his face as he looked up at Dee. "I'm not... I-I didn't...I would never get you something like that," he stammered, regretting his choice of words as soon as they had left his mouth. "I mean, because of your gender," he added hurriedly. "Because it's not... and you're..." he made a helpless gesture meant to encompass the whole of Dee's transmasculine dandy sense of fashion.

Dee, who was still staring at the ring with a completely unreadable expression, turned a brilliant scarlet.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Had Dee gotten the ring for him? "N-not that I don't... uh... that is, if you were..."

The woman at the next table was staring at them, her eyebrows practically on the ceiling while her companion beckoned their server over to have an urgently whispered conversation.

"What?" Dee yelped, shrinking back in their seat. "I wouldn't-- I mean, I would, but I didn't... but. Oh god. Don't tell me I should have?"

"I'm so sorry," their server interjected, looking mortified as he removed the offending dish and delivered it to the next table. "My mistake, your dessert will be right out," he said before scurrying off to the kitchen.

Now everyone was staring at them.

The prospect of having to sit through the nice straight couple's public proposal made Corey want to peel his skin off. "I need air," he choked out before fleeing to the washroom.

He slunk back to the table a few minutes later to find Dee staring blankly at an appropriately jewelry-free piece of cheesecake. "Sorry," he mumbled as he slouched into his seat. "I just. I couldn't."

"I know," Dee said quickly, reaching across the table to lay a hand on his arm.

"It's just." Corey took a deep breath and attempted to wrestle his panic down enough to form a coherent sentence. "It wouldn't have been unwelcome, but we've never... we haven't talked about it."

Dee opened their mouth. Closed it. Then visibly blanched at something over his shoulder. "Oh god," they muttered, sinking even further down in their seat.

Sure enough, a manager appeared at Corey's elbow, so full of apologetic obsequiousness that Corey had to put his face in his hands and mildly dissociate while she had a short conversation with Dee.

"We're getting our meal comped," Dee said once the manager had left.

Corey took a deep breath. Put his hands in his lap. Sat up. "Good."

Dee looked every bit as embarrassed as he felt. "We don't need to talk about it, just... Tell me if it's bad that I hadn't thought of talking about it before now?"

"No," Corey said firmly. "I hadn't thought about it either."

Dee looked profoundly relieved. "Then how about this: we agree to keep not thinking about it for another six months."

"Deal."

The cheesecake was, at least, delicious.

"This was a bad idea, and I apologize," Dee muttered as they were leaving the restaurant. "We should never come here again."

"It's not your fault," Corey corrected before giving his partner a sheepish grin. "But no, I'm definitely never coming here again."

Date Mishaps

a misunderstanding about where they would be meeting, so both are waiting at a different location

a last minute emergency means they have to bring someone else with them on the date (e.g. child, little sibling, pet)

they were absolutely not dressed for the weather and end up getting completely wet in the rain

one of their phones is dead and they can't reach each other

even though they had reservations, the restaurant is closed

one of them gets hurt on the date, which makes them end up in the ER

they met online without a proper picture of each other and they keep missing each other at the bar, not able to find out who their actual date is

the waiter was supposed to bring a dessert with an engagement ring to the table next to them but brings it to them and now the awkwardness has reached new heights

they are doing speed dating, but unfortunately they already know each person of the other sex that is there

a date on a boat is nice until a swan attacks and someone falls into the water

they are both not local and they keep getting lost

their boss/parents/friends are also on a date in the same restaurant

one of them gets called back into work for an emergency and their date insists to walk them there

they thought they would have a date with someone else and are confused by who actually shows up

More: Date Gone Wrong

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