[summary: 'Your parents don't believe in luck, or, at least that's what they tell you. They believe in God. They believe in Jesus. Sometimes, they get mad at you for trying to wish on Shakespearean shooting stars or the discarded feathers of your eyelashes, even the sweet smoke of birthday candles. They tell you to pray; they tell you wishes don't ( Read more... )

['It takes three weeks, five hours, twenty-seven minutes, and forty seconds. The stick says pregnant. Quinn cries first. Rachel tastes her tears-an ocean, the moon pulling the tide-in their kiss.' Rachel and Quinn's first child, with side Brittana. Fits into The Art of Boxes universe. title from mindy gledhill's 'bring me close.'

on my tumblr and at ( Read more... )

[faberry drabble from judy's pov; fits into the art of boxes universe, because i just have all of these deleted scenes. quinn and judy's relationship makes me super sad and interested and eventually all fluffy. sometimes the best happy endings are those we earn, right? title, etc, from freelance whales' "ghosting." gorgeous.]

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(seven different ( Read more... )

[annnnnd, here’s a random, decently angsty drabble. this is basically just a smattering of all of the deleted scenes so far that almost made it into stuff i’ve written. all of this should fit in the art of boxes universe. title from an exhibit at MoMA. quote from bon iver’s ‘calgary.’ also at ffn.]

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a list of imaginary places (and a voice to call ( Read more... )

[striptease!quinn. because striptease!quinn is a necessary thing. i mention 'music is my hot, hot sex' by css. here's the original playlist. also, milo greene.]

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daughter of the sky, you slit the world (with one bolt of your lightning)

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don't go far off, not even for a day, because-because-i don't know how to say it: a day is long

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"Quinn?" you ( Read more... )

[so, i've been just swamped at work. but i had time today to write this so yay! this is the last chapter, and i'm not quite sure what i'll write for them next. but, thank you so much for your attention and encouragement. you are, as always, lovely. title from givers' "atlantic." listen, listen.]

you can read this here, on my lj, or on ffn.

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thirteen. með suð i eyrum við spilum endalaust (or, with a buzz in our ears we play endlessly)

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"This is a horrible idea," Quinn says.

"We'll be fine." Rachel parks near Artie's mailbox. "It's a simple Happy Spring Break party."

"They're going to freak out."

"They already know, Quinn."

Quinn balances the plate of vegan brownies in her hand and climbs ( Read more... )

you can read this here, on my lj, or at ffn.]

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. part 8. part 9. part 10. part 11.

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twelve. when your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter, i'll hold you (maybe i'm just in love when you wake me up)

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"Quinn?" Judy asks. She knocks on Quinn's bedroom door three times.

Quinn quickly pauses the ( Read more... )

[i'm in new york. i'd go here for grad school in a heartbeat. this is fluffy. i couldn't resist. title from MRMS' "hurricane," which is lovely.]

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make ash and leave the dust behind

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burn, burn, flame up. sparkle in trees of light.

-pablo neruda, "xvii"

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Her skin is hot. Not normal warm, but hot, like she has a fever, all the time. It doesn't matter ( Read more... )

[so i've been traveling and everything, but i wrote this while we were driving from brown to yale to columbia today. and now i'm in nyc and it's so fun. so yay! you'll probably have to wait a little while for the next update too-because i'll be in the city for another five days and probably be very busy adventuring-but hopefully this will hold you ( Read more... )