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Idra Fallow
@idrafallow.bsky.social
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Garden hermit. Occasional persona of
Pinko Scare.
she/her
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realqrampage.fightins.online
vote for me, and I will put 100 gyoza in every mouth
November 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
Ok I think the story is picking up again. Rikke's having more visions, at least
idrafallow.bsky.social Idra Fallow @idrafallow.bsky.social · 6d
I'm halfway through this book and I want to finish it but I'm so bored omg
idrafallow.bsky.social Idra Fallow @idrafallow.bsky.social · Oct 16
Ditched Way of Kings because I got sucked into a Joe Abercrombie novel. This feels more my speed
November 24, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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bloomfilters.bsky.social
women will go to a hangout with a guy and things will be going well until the girl casually mentions she finished this book and he'll go home and start posting stuff like "Our future is ruined because of wokeness and women with fake degrees" meanwhile the girl went home to play video games with a bunch of weird discord transsexuals and she named her character "beegirl" and she keeps saying stuff like "i'm beegirl" and the discord transsexuals ask what kind of bee and she talks about carpenter bees for 10 minutes and everyone loves it and learns a lot
November 24, 2025 at 4:57 AM
idrafallow.bsky.social
And wear clean underwear, in case the plane crashes. Would be really embarrassing to die wearing dirty drawers.
atrupar.com Aaron Rupar @atrupar.com · 5d
Duffy: "Trump talks about the golden age of transportation. But the golden age in transportation truly begins with you ... People dress up like they're going to bed when they fly ... so we want to push people as we come into a really busy travel season: Help people out, be in a good mood, dress up"
November 24, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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colincarlson.bsky.social
“I asked ChatGPT” “I asked Claude” I asked this horseshoe crab and he said your ass wouldn’t have lasted two seconds in the Triassic
crab
November 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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bakerdphd.bsky.social
We need a citizen's divorce
November 23, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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adhdgobl.in
They never tell you that the dishes are made of stardust, too.
prufrockluvsong.bsky.social Pru @prufrockluvsong.bsky.social · 7d
I'm made of stardust, but I still have to do chores.
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 AM
idrafallow.bsky.social
I'm halfway through this book and I want to finish it but I'm so bored omg
idrafallow.bsky.social Idra Fallow @idrafallow.bsky.social · Oct 16
Ditched Way of Kings because I got sucked into a Joe Abercrombie novel. This feels more my speed
November 22, 2025 at 9:56 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
A little late to this one, but I love the calendar I created for my fantasy world. #WIPSnips
The dry earth covering the rock mound crumbled underfoot as I staggered over it. How long since it had rained? Winter usually brought frequent, sudden bursts of rain that gave way to extended storms in spring. But it had been much dryer than usual, and the cold days had gone on far later into spring than anyone could remember. We were in the third month now, the Gazelle Moon, two months past the equinox. But the cold persisted, and the spring rains had still not come.
November 22, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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punkey.org
Truly evergreen.
XKCD #2030: Voting Software
November 22, 2025 at 8:10 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
Every draft of this book gets a tiny bit hornier.
November 22, 2025 at 1:48 AM
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eliwoodsgheist.com
Happy #WIPSnips 21 - Direction!

From RETURN TO BLUDEYE BEACH. Edie is deep in the woods 👁
Edie's eyes flicked over the woods, and then paused. She thought for a moment that she saw another of the ubiquitous carved eyes that covered the pine trees by the road. After a moment, she understood; it was the same shape, but the birch trees’ eyes were just their natural scars, where the bark remembered the limb it once held. Now, the birch trees revealed an eternal stare. Every single one was covered in those marks, staring in every direction.
November 21, 2025 at 11:41 AM
idrafallow.bsky.social
Spoiled for choice with this one, tbh. "Direction" is one of my theme words :)
The moon was gone and the stars had turned. Dawn would be here soon. The Ibex strode along the eastern horizon. The Bear was in the north. The Midwife had long since gone back to her sleeping place. In the northwest, the Wanderer was shining, brighter than anything else in that part of the sky. I turned in a circle, gazing up at all of them. And then I ran toward the Wanderer, and prayed I was heading in the right direction.
November 21, 2025 at 1:09 PM
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lauraehall.bsky.social
Tumblr user monchursouls posts, “Harvesting my wheat” with emojis of wheat crossed out. User rat-in-the-grain replies, “Hehehehehe”. monchursouls replies, “Can I fucking help you?”
November 20, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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parsnip.bsky.social
taking a strange stand here: yes they look like shit but they have every right to change their bodies how they choose
November 19, 2025 at 11:30 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
I need to clean up the prose a bit and think of a better name for the flowers (they're based on a type of crocus that I found by googling "poisonous blue flower"). But I was proud of myself for coming up with this on the fly in about five minutes. I put a couple of myths like this in the wip
“I didn’t know spirits had wives,” he said. “Or that geese did, either.” “Their story a sad one. Šamay was once a human woman, a skilled huntress, admired by all who knew her. One winter day she went to the marsh to hunt for geese. She aimed her bow at a big grey goose with a white belly and black-tipped wings, and was about to let her arrow fly, but she became so captivated by the goose’s beauty that she set down her weapons. She offered him some bread, and then he turned into a man. A beautiful man, tall and dark-haired, wearing a cloak of grey and black feathers. He told her his name was Awazwa, the goose spirit, and gave her some blue qulha flowers, and they fell in love. But Šamay had promised to marry a man in her village, and her mother and sisters convinced her it wouldn’t do to marry a spirit. Where will you live?, they said. In the marshgrass? In the mire? So Šamay married the village man, and she became so heartbroken that she began to wither away. Finally, when she couldn’t bear her unhappiness any longer, she went out to the marsh and ate the blue qulhas Awazwa had given her, which she kept in a pouch around her neck even though everyone knows they’re poison. Awazwa was so sick with grief that he stopped bringing the rain, and none of the grain grasses would grow, and everyone else began to wither just like Šamay. Finally Abashu, the sun, convinced the spirits beneath the earth to let Šamay go live in the heavens with him. That way Awazwa could still see her, even if he couldn’t reach her. And he turned the sky blue like the qulha flowers so that everyone would remember her.”  He raised his brows when I finished. “You’re right, that is sad. Are all Gir-yushi stories like that?” “Many of them.”
November 19, 2025 at 11:53 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
I wrote a myth for my wip about a woman who falls in love with an anthropomorphic goose god. Then today I saw a couple of archaeologists debating a paper claiming that a clay artifact depicts a woman having sex with a goose. It's attributed to the culture I used as inspiration for the one in my wip.
November 19, 2025 at 10:33 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
I'm deleting my posts dunking on Olivia Nuzzi's book because, upon reflection, that was a little more mean-spirited than I like to be.
November 19, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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maximpetergriff.bsky.social
17/11/25 - nocturn
small hours big time look up / east for peak Leonids tonight lads Jovian moons putting show too shout out to Ganymede
November 17, 2025 at 8:04 PM
idrafallow.bsky.social
I was certain that it was the same place I’d been a few nights ago. The same deep pool of slow-moving water, the same rocks beside it. The trees were in the same places as before, but they were poplars, ash, and elms. There was even a slender, many-eyed birch. But no terebinths. I lay back in the grass and closed my eyes. I had seen too many strange things lately. Too many visions and glimpses of the other place. They were exhausting, and I could not bring myself to spend too long pondering the trees. Especially when the sun was warm and the breeze was gentle, and my nose was filled with the dark smell of earth and leaves. I breathed it in and for the first time in days I felt calm, truly calm, enough that I could almost fall asleep. But I was beginning to learn that calm was not something I was meant to have. A familiar presence brought me back to my worries. 
November 17, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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elbarto.bsky.social
Now, more than ever, besties.
Post by me: I can't stress enough that you should not post anything you wouldn't want to hear a judge read back to you
November 17, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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dogsdadbod.bsky.social
Just this weekend shared this wisdom with two people in two totally different contexts having nothing to do with this subject or the practice of law. I've lived my life by it for twenty years and I know for certain that it's saved my ass many times over.
elbarto.bsky.social EL BARTO ANTI-WORK @elbarto.bsky.social · 11d
Now, more than ever, besties.
November 17, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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amybrown.xyz
“she flamed out and faded away” is such funny framing for a woman publishing an excerpt of her book in vanity fair, where she also works. I wish I could flame out and fade away so successfully
vanityfair.com Vanity Fair @vanityfair.com · 11d
Vanity Fair's West Coast Editor Olivia Nuzzi was a star political correspondent until scandal led her into exile—and to a California up in flames.

In an excerpt from her book, ‘American Canto,’ she takes stock of scorched earth.
Olivia Nuzzi's 'American Canto': Read the Exclusive Excerpt
She flamed out and she faded away. 'Vanity Fair'’s West Coast Editor returns to the written word to survey scorched earth.
www.vanityfair.com
November 17, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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m-walshwrites.com
My top 5 genres:

- a protagonist & the voice in their head go on an adventure
- heroic woman contends with villain trying to corrupt her
- protagonist(s) steadily go insane over the course of the story
- the neighbors are up to something
- supernatural horror that escalates into absurdity
stuarthoughton.bsky.social Stuart Houghton @stuarthoughton.bsky.social · 12d
What are your top 5 movie genres? Mine are:

- Roaring rampage of revenge
- Reluctantly, I must resume my life of violence
- On reflection, the risk assessment on our giant monster facility and/or attraction could have been more thorough
- Girl survives
- Crime but make it quirky
November 17, 2025 at 2:58 AM
idrafallow.bsky.social
The forest. And yes.
isaacxisaac.bsky.social Isaac X Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 13d
Today's random #Lovember #WritingPrompt for the #WriteSky #WritingCommunity:

What's a place that your character loves?
Do they feel loved back?
November 16, 2025 at 4:28 PM