﹒ @CELIE ─ august 08﹐ 10 : 00 pm
& announcing . . . ★ the deadline for SALVATORE has been carved into stone, screamed into the abyss, and slapped onto a google doc: AUGUST 15. that’s in
950,400 seconds
15,840 minutes
264 hours
11 days
1 week and 4 days
or
3.01% of 2025
which means you still have time. or don’t. because time is a lie and so is your sense of productivity. but i? i am merciful. if you ask me for an extension ahead of time, i will give it to you. just don’t crawl into my inbox on august 14 with tears and a half-written wip named “final\_final2\_butactuallyfinalplease.docx.”
also, i’m disappearing. vanishing. slipping into the cruel machinery of university, where sleep goes to die and syllabi come armed with knives. i will not be active. i will be academically haunted. however — to those i’ve already commented on, i will pass my forms. my bones may be dust but my loyalty is stubborn.
and while i’m buried in deadlines and caffeine, let me scream about my other children:
DARK PARADISE is open. she’s a rotting cathedral, a moon-drenched mystery, a place where secrets echo and identities unspool like thread in the dark.
DOCTOR! DOCTOR! is still very much alive and actively flatlining. give her your morally ambiguous surgeons. your exhausted residents. your night-shift nurses who have god complexes and too much trauma. she is starving. feed her.
three applyfics. one feral mod. zero sanity. apply now before i spontaneously combust from both academic pressure and literary ambition.