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Welcome back to slutty Sunday feat Baz.

Thank you for the tags today and wednesday: @cutestkilla @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @wellbelesbian @prettygoododds @rimeswithpurple

Tagging: @theearlgreymage @noblecorgi @run-for-chamo-miles @angelsfalling16 @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold @onepintobean @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @martsonmars @skeedelvee @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @johnwgrey @mostlymaudlin @raenestee @ionlydrinkhotwater @wolfywordweaver @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @kohatenz @foolofabookwyrm-activated @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @stardustasincocaine @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @larkral @stitchyqueer @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @moodandmist @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @best--dress @monbuns @roomeithanopenfire and anyone who wants!

#i love this! #the bed head is perfect

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @monbons and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!!

I have two weeks left of school now and I'm so ready to be done and have more time for writing. I was going to write yesterday but instead I made two fan edits, which took the entire day, but was fun! The real reason we need a Carry On movie is so I could make fan edits of them. Imagine them to literally any Hozier song.

I've written maybe 400 words this whole week, but I'll still be posting the next chapter of Proof of Life tomorrow. It's the first one in Simon's POV. Here's a snippet (below the cut for mild spoilers for the first four chapters)

Where is he? Why didn’t he come back to Watford? Doesn’t he know that it’s driving me crazy?

I pull at my hair. He probably is just plotting, I remind myself. 

We’ll track our way to Baz and find him taming some giant beast to kill me. Or maybe he’ll be with the Humdrum, and it’ll turn out that Baz has been working with him the whole time.

We’ll find him, and I’ll feel stupid about having ever worried in the first place.

“You were worried about me?” Baz will tease in his usual condescending way. He’ll sneer at me. “You should spend more time being worried for yourself.”

Then he’ll finally snap and drink my blood.

Having a lot of fun posting this fic, but I'm def falling behind in editing. I'll probably have to take a posting break sometime soon. But not yet. I need the serotonin from the comments to get me through finals week.

Tags + Hellos!

@run-for-chamo-miles @facewithoutheart @raenestee @onepintobean @noblecorgi

@artsyunderstudy @angelsfalling16 @thewholelemon @shrekgogurt @brendughh

@a-maisie-ng @hertragedyconnoisseur @beastmonstertitan @valeffelees @horsesarenotdeer

@drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs

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Thanks for the tags today @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch and @monbons! I love your WIPs/fics tremendously. And thanks to all my other lovelies who keep tagging me every wipsday even though I only seem to share every 6 weeks or so 😂. Contrary to how it may appear, I am consistently working away on Chapter 5 of Hiding Out in the Open and I'm SO CLOSE to being done.

Anyway, let's catch up with way more than six sentences of Baz in one of my favourite places: mid-spiral.

What would Snow think it meant that I sent this to him? “Every time I said this reminds me of you, what I really meant was: this reminds me of me,” I’d told him once. Why did I ever say that? Why did I tell him anything reminded me of him, ever? Why didn’t I stop for a single solitary second to consider the dangerous precedent it would set, or how ridiculously transparent I was being with my secret garden and my cute snacks and my desperate incentives to let me close? Fuck me, what if he thought this was the reveal I’d idiotically teased to lure him out on a Friday night? "Surprise, Snow! I fell for you the moment we met, spent half the ensuing years mistaking the intense pain of knowing I could never have you for hatred, and the remainder pining after you in miserable silence and planning to die by your sword. Let’s discuss the psychological implications in painstaking detail! I brought popcorn!"

Tags and hellos under the cut friends!

@artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @ivelovedhimthroughworse @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon

@emeryhall @creepyspice @iamamythologicalcreature @whatevertheweather @facewithoutheart

@aristocratic-otter @j-nipper-95 @fatalfangirl @mooncello @forabeatofadrum @raenestee

@onepintobean @martsonmars @prettygoododds @run-for-chamo-miles @blackberrysummerblog

@that-disabled-princess @best--dress @stitchyqueer @brilla-brilla-estrellita @valeffelees

@cosmicalart @urban-sith @captain-aralias @rimeswithpurple @ileadacharmedlife

@nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @larkral @ic3-que3n @technetiumai

@theearlgreymage @palimpsessed @angelsfalling16 @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold

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I love this snippet and can't wait to see how the whole fic comes together

Happy Sunday everyone! I’m quite shocked we’re 3/4 of the way through April. Where did this month go? On the other hand, it’s getting warmer and summer is around the corner, so bring it on!

I’ve got a snippet from Back and Back and Back, my time travel AU fic. Chapters 1 and 2 are written and half of 3 and 4 as well. It might be a while before I post, though, because I kind of want to have it all or mostly written first. It’s been a long time since I’ve written something not connected to a fest or event, so its nice having the luxury of time for this one. Here’s a bit of six year old Baz with his Dragon Man friend from Chapter 1 again:

“Jammie Dodgers? How’d you know those were my favorites?”

I smile proudly, even though I didn’t know that, but his bright smile and playful tone relaxes me.

“Would you like some?” I ask, stepping forward and holding the biscuits up to him.

“Thanks, Baz,” he says, reaching to take one and then wandering over to a fallen log to sit.

“It’s Basil,” I correct, following him over and sitting next to him on the log. He kicks his long legs out, crossing them at the ankle. I try to copy him and frown at how short my legs look compared to his. “Nobody calls me Baz.”

“Right, sorry,” he says, shaking his head with a smirk on his lips. “Keep forgetting.”

Tags/thank yous/hellos @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @emeryhall @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @monbons @noblecorgi @mooncello @wellbelesbian @prettygoododds @best--dress @roomwithanopenfire @facewithoutheart @run-for-chamo-miles @that-disabled-princess @forabeatofadrum @rimeswithpurple @thewholelemon @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @valeffelees @orange-peony @youarenevertooold @shrekgogurt @ic3-que3n @angelsfalling16 @raenestee @brilla-brilla-estrellita @alexalexinii @arthurkko @supercutedinosaurs @beastmonstertitan

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i knew life turned to shit when i stopped seeing the tuesday again? no problem dog every week

#twas rough #getting better at not getting bit #but i have quite a few new bruises from pinches

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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

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I’ve been on tumblr for almost 13 years and I refuse to know what homestuck is about

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what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience

what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms

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easter candy was on sale so i bought 144 reeses eggs & that’s something you should know about me

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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

ig credit: paul.avant.

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the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

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still amazes me that by season 45 or whatever, Supernatural was being exclusively watched by delusionally hopeful women with flamingo-salinity tolerance for bad writing and the creators still couldn’t pander to them because maybe there was 1 straight guy out there still accidentally watching it

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