#favorite lines

[elwenyere]

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”

—Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

#quotes #favorite lines #louise erdrich

[crimsonprince85]

My favorite interactions with the boys 🥰 They're just too cute!

#love and deepspace #zayne #xavier #rafayel #favorite lines #too cute

[binders-and-beanies]

Favorite lines - Ruckus! by Movements

#mine #movements #favorite lines #ruckus! #music #bands #lyrics #my edit #lyric edit

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

2023 Fic Round Up (Part 2: Fic Quotes)

For favorite lines, I tried to choose quotes that may have less visibility—maybe they haven't made it into a tumblr post or the summary, but I love them all the same. To make this easier for myself, I'm limiting this to quotes from my three published works that I'm the most proud of, plus the two WIPs that I've worked on the most recently.

Presented in reverse chronological order, I present fic quotes:

Unnamed Porn Star x Filmmaker AU

I literally wrote both of these as I outlined two days ago, so they have not reached their Final Form. Also, Smut Warning.

Alex is jealous of the wax. An inanimate object. For being spread across another man’s body. He’s pretty sure he’s completely lost his mind.

Moments later, Henry comes all over Basil’s hand as he uses it to stroke Henry, coating the deep blue wax that’s slowly hardening on his dick. A completely fucking mess. Alex wants to get his mouth on it.

Honey, You're Familiar (From My Mirror Years Ago) aka the Dads Fic

I've shared a lot of my favorites, but I don't know if I've shared this—pretty prose has never been a strength of mine, so I'm pretty proud of this:

June glances up at Henry, studying him for a moment. He wonders what she sees, if she can tell that he’s a crystal vase filled with a bouquet of emotions—absolutely transparent and if nudged too hard, the carefully crafted container might just crack apart, contents spilling out, shattering all remnants of what might have once been construed as beautiful.  An unavoidable mess. The hyacinths, taking up most of the space, for regret and remorse. Tulips, a bit hopeful, for forgiveness. Purple lilac, stubbornly wedged in the mix from the first moment Alex flashed his smile at Henry, for love at first sight. He thinks maybe June does catch a glimpse of the blossoms, because the next thing he knows, her eyes face softens a bit, and she’s turning back to face her cousins with her hand pressed against Henry’s back. It’s not the touch of the Claremont-Díaz sibling he craves, but it still settles him somehow, even before she speaks.

(Dil)Do It Yourself 

Chapter 1

“Pez, like the candy?” Alex blurts out. He doesn’t have much of a filter on a good day, but hot people make his porous coffee filter turn into a goddamn colander.

Also Chapter 1

"If I find that you have somehow managed to muck it up, how should I plan to contact you?” Alex grins back at Henry. He has no fucking clue why this British elf who speaks like a Victorian orphan and looks like he stepped out of a Calvin Klein photoshoot has him thinking about getting a second apartment key made, but here he is. Mentally googling routes to his nearest hardware store. “Well, usually, when it’s for business I just give out my fax,” he drawls, unable to contain his smile as he gets to the second half of his sentence. “But since I’m fairly interested in mixing this with pleasure, I guess I can share my cell number.”

Soft stuff before the less soft stuff in Chapter 3

What he’s absolutely not prepared for is the look on Henry’s face when he spots Alex entering the shop—like Alex just saved babies from a burning building or cured cancer or something. It’s way too fucking much when Henry doesn’t even know about Alex’s coffee addiction or the way he incessantly taps his foot when he’s focused or how Alex accidentally interrupts people when he starts getting really passionate in a debate. Maybe Alex can accept that Henry’s into his jokes or his smile or his dick. But basically, Henry hasn’t learned about all the other stuff that comes with spending an extended period of time around Alex. He’s not getting his hopes up. Except when Henry smiles, and softly greets him with “I missed you,” Alex absolutely gets his hopes up.

Claremont 2008 

Both of these are from the final chapter of the fic:

Henry’s sitting at his desk, a heavily annotated Norton’s Anthology of Poetry propped open to his left, a notebook full of beautiful, neat cursive laid open to his right. The soft glow of his lamp warms the small space, coupled with the changing light from the window as the early sunset fills the room with an orangey light that makes Henry appear golden, like he’s been blessed by Apollo, or Helios, or some other sun god.

Finally arriving at their door, Henry unlocks it for the first time, the movers having finished up while the two of them went over to pick up a nametag for their new roommate. After taking a few steps down the hall, they enter into a cozy living room already filled with both their book collections and their family photos all jumbled together. The Lightning Thief sits next to Pride and Prejudice like they’re two puzzle pieces aligning, a photo of Henry and Arthur on a sailboat hangs next to one of Alex sitting on his abuela’s lap: two homes side by side. 

Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) 

Alex waxing poetic about Shaan's ass

“You can, er , go,” Alex directs him, though it comes out like more of a question. Apparently it was effective enough, though, because the guy exits, and the phrase “hate to see you go, love to watch you leave” pops into his mind when he gets a view of his ass strutting out of the room in that suit.

The Great Dick Soliloquy

Eventually, and to Alex’s great shame, he gives in. He just has to know, okay? It’ll just be a brief glimpse, he assures himself. Alex is not kidding when he says that he took one glance at Henry’s dick and it changed his life. He really did intend on it being a brief glimpse.

Thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @firenati0n @anincompletelist for the tags!

Sorry if I missed one of y'all doing this, tagging @littlemisskittentoes @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @matherines @rockyroadkylers!

To see all my 2023 fics in Part 1, click here.

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Lines Repeated The Most/Favorite Lines Of Rider, Danielle, & Will

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[cha-melodius]

Year in Review: Favorite Lines

Tagged by @kiwiana-writes and @firenati0n, and I didn't originally think I'd do this because it's so fucking hard, but I was bored out of my skull and didn't feel like writing, so here goes. I waited until after creators were revealed for the TMFU exchange to post this because one of my favorite lines this year came from that fic. I could not limit to three or five or whatever so you get how many you get lmao.

If you're wondering why there are no lines from Nova, Baby, it's because 1) there are far too many, and 2) the ones I'd like to quote are mostly super spoilery. Read the fic, I guess! 😂

RULES: feel free to share your top three/five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips!).

From Playing Cat and Mouse with the Light (Napollya, E, 12k)

Illya’s thaw toward him had been slow, like a reticent spring that warms a frozen lake so gradually that you don’t realize the ice underneath your feet has thinned until the catastrophic crack that sends you plunging into the depths. That’s what this feels like. Shattering.

From Step Into My Office, Baby (Firstprince, E, 2.4k)

Alex winds his fingers into Henry’s collar and buries his face in his neck, and it’s all Henry can do to hang on like he’s clinging to a life preserver in a storm. Except somehow, Alex is both the life preserver and the storm.

From All Comes Crashing (Napollya, E, 5.6k)

“I hate this,” Napoleon says, his voice thick with emotion, “but I love you, so I guess I’ll take it.”

From This Hell of a Season (Firstprince, E, 21k)

If he were a writer, he would write a thousand poems and never come close to capturing it; as a painter, he’d spend hours—days, weeks—on the curve of jaw and never be satisfied; even the finest photographer would still struggle with the fact that a single image could never capture the vibrancy of him.

(also from the same fic)

No matter where they are—at home in their flat in Langley or standing outside a hut in the middle of a Mexican forest—all he really needs is this. Alex in his arms. The heat of Alex’s skin pressed to his. Alex’s heart, beating in time with his.

From Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (Firstprince, E, 20k)

In. Out. Henry’s hands are warm and soft where they grip his. Alex doesn’t know if he realizes he’s swiping his thumb over the back of Alex’s hand. In. Out. Their faces shift, bringing the bridges of their noses together. In. Out. Henry’s warm breath washes over his skin and paradoxically makes goosebumps rise on his arms. In. Out. The air he’s breathing in feels thicker, honeyed, heavy like the atmosphere before a storm. In. Out. “Excellently done,” Dr. Chen says, and the words yank him back to reality like coming to the surface after swimming underwater.

From Falling Down the Stairs of Your Smile (Firstprince, M, 4.1k)

The press of Henry’s lips to his, the way their mouths slot together as easily as if they’ve been doing this for years, the zip of electricity that fizzles under his skin and spreads out to tingle in the tips of his fingers and toes… Alex has never been kissed like this, has never felt like this being kissed, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Like he’s falling. Oh. Fuck.

From Black Moon (Napollya, E, 6k)

If this was supposed to be a release, it didn’t work—or rather it did, but only in the way that releasing steam from an over-pressurized system prevents imminent explosion. The pressure is still there, the need is still there, in some ways worse than it was before.

From Will You Brie Mine? (Firstprince, T, 5.8k)

The longer they kiss, the more he realizes that there’s something else that’s different about this kiss: it feels, unmistakably, like the last first kiss he’s ever going to have.

From Lessons in Foreign Diplomacy (Firstprince, E, 5.4k)

“I think,” Henry gets out tightly, “that you’re stubborn—” Alex bites down on the tender skin at the crease of his hip. “—opinionated—” A slow lick up the length of his shaft. “—arrogant—” A hot breath, ghosting over the crown. “—uncouth—” Alex curls his fingers, and Henry whimpers as his spine arches up off the bed. “—and if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to stonewall all of your treaty negotiations for the next month.”

From Something To Be Proud Of (Firstprince, M, 3.4k)

No one jumps out to call him out for being an impostor. Henry offers him a careful smile, then turns back to his work like he knows Alex needs a moment to himself. He lets his fingers rub over the surface of the pin, feeling the little enamel ridges, and something settles under his skin, like an itch he hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone.

From Always Where I Need To Be (Firstprince, T, 5.5k)

He thinks about how Henry is the last person he wants to talk to at night, and the first person he wants to see in the morning. He thinks about how making Henry laugh has become a significant reason that Alex does anything these days. He thinks about how he’d dropped everything to make sure Henry was all right, and how he’d do it again in an instant. He thinks about how he can’t really get enough of how Henry smells, the way the clean, grassiness that Alex always kind of assumed was part of his cologne had clung to him on a day when he hadn’t even gotten out of bed. He thinks about how perfect Henry had felt in his arms, and how he’d put up with a lifetime of his arm going numb every night if it meant Henry was sleeping next to him.

From Cold Light (Lokius, M, 3.7k)

“Tell me about your mother,” Mobius says. “If you want.” Loki smiles softly at him, and there, under the breathtaking northern lights, he tells a story.

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[affectionatelyrs]

Year In Review - Favorite Lines

Thank you to @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @anincompletelist @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @firenati0n and @gayrootvegetable for the tags! :) I'm very excited for this game

RULES: Feel free to share your top three/top five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips, I don't care!) and don't forget to share the link of course!

I only have 8 fics, so I'll just go through most of them in reverse chronological order because why not (except for my first fic, she isn't real to me) - it's mostly either a fuck ton of feelings or me trying to be funny

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind)

Alex traces his finger from start to finish, over all the points where his fingers pressed into, and it’s not until then that Henry realizes what Alex has been doing—paving his own path to follow through the points where they’ve touched, connected into a complex constellation; Henry, a celestial body, and Alex, his renowned cartographer; the North Star that Henry found in Alex’s eyes likely reflected in his own, allowing them to find their way to each other with something as simple as a passing glance.

and

It’s soft and slow, but it’s everything—the all-encompassing sensation that surrounds him like a swirling galaxy, Alex pulling him into the center of it. He can feel it, the way that Alex’s divinity transforms him, rays of warmth spreading through his entire being. It’s something wholly bigger than himself, and yet, as Henry lets his lips drift down to Alex’s neck, helpless to avoid the gravity that draws him in there, it’s also something that he thinks he could pinpoint; make tangible. If Henry has always found value in the night sky, then maybe he could find some in the place where he sucks a mark into the crook of Alex’s neck, too—swirling shades of mauve and cobalt, bursting capillaries forming the silhouette of stars.

alright one more for the comedy

Nora shrugs. “Eh, it’s fine. I just really hate the male gaze sometimes.” At that, Alex gasps rather dramatically. “What do you have against the male gays?” “What? No, that’s not—” “Look! There’s one right there!” Alex cries, pointing directly at Henry. He finds Henry’s eyes, tilting his head with calculated consideration before— Christ, before crawling over to Henry on all fours.

Help Me Hold On to You

Alex is fine. Alex remains in his spot on the couch. The couch is good and soft and comfortable and fine. There’s air in his lungs and the bees in his brain are only slightly buzzing. They haven’t moved from their hive. But then, a faint click sounds from upstairs. One door closes, and another one opens; the fault shifts, and Alex gets swept under by the flood. The bees hate water, and they hate Alex even more for getting their feet soaked, so they try to escape. They swarm about in every direction, from the crown of Alex’s head to the pit of his stomach to the tips of his toes, but it’s a futile effort. They’re trapped, and they despise Alex for it, so the buzzing grows and grows and grows until Alex is buzzing too. Alex doesn’t realize this until he tries to move. He stands up, but his legs are shaking so much that it’s a fruitless endeavor; his knees buckle and he sinks to the floor. The bees are in his lungs too, now. They must be, because Alex can’t seem to be able to take a breath. The bees hate the water, so they try to push it out of Alex. They must be, because his throat is dry but his eyes are wet.

King of My Heart

Henry halts his ministrations and glances skeptically at Alex before picking up the jacket and reaching a hand into the inside pocket. A condom falls out, but when he pulls out a travel-sized bottle of lube, he lets out a bewildered laugh. “Have you been carrying this around all night?” “Locker lube,” Alex says in lieu of a response. Henry freezes. What? “Pardon, come again?” “But I haven’t even come once yet,” Alex pouts.

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game

The jaw that scrapes against Alex’s neck is so sharp it could cut glass; the moan that escapes him is one of its collateral shards.

and

Considering he always assumed the perfect prince was made of porcelain, he’s surprised when he sees a thin line of perspiration building up at the crux of his forehead. Alex didn’t think that the fine glassware of Kensington Palace was capable of sweating.

All of This Silence and Patience (Pining and Anticipation)

So, Henry lets Pez drag him to parties. Maybe this time I’ll go up and talk to someone, he thinks. Maybe this time I’ll find someone who will stick. But the only thing that sticks are his Oxfords to the beer-covered floor, and the only thing he finds is himself wishing he hadn’t come at all.

and

“I didn’t know that you were—” he cuts himself off, sliding a hand over his face. “I, um. Shit, sorry. I just meant, uh… Christ—” Alex saves Henry some breath by cutting him off. “Bi? Sure am.” “Since when?” Is Henry’s only response. Apparently, being in dangerously close proximity to pretty boys makes him a bit dim. Whatever. He’ll have time to reflect on this and feel utterly mortified later.

You Came Out of Nowhere (And You Cut through All the Noise)

Like, here’s the thing. Alex knows a lot of words. He knows he does, given the fact that if babbling aimlessly was a college course, he’d not only get an A plus in it but a shiny fucking gold star too. He’d stick it on his forehead — he’s a show-off and a sucker for praise, sue him. So then, if a2+b2=c2 and 2+2=4 (Nora is the numbers person in their friendship, shocking), then why has his vocabulary suddenly been reduced down to the likes of shit, motherfucker, and mouth.

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[viking-raider]

So, we always do "Last Line of Your Current WIP". How about:

"Favorite Line of Your Current WIP"!

He felt his body awaken towards her, stirring deep, igniting the butterflies in his belly and turning their wings to ash.

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#WIPs #Favorite WIP line #Authors being Authors #Favorite Lines #Viking-Raider Fics #Love at First Sight *Fic*

[fandomchill]

First draft of first chapter done.

Favorite lines?

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[mthollowell-writes]

Favorite Lines from Today's Writing Session:

The explanation was a lot less sexy, but it made the most sense. More importantly, there was proof of it that she could hold in her hands. Whose dusts got in her nose and brought on sneezing fits. Real.

The rest of this section was forest, trees, and some necessary world building. The Grimwell Woods is not as it once was.

#mt writes #festival project #oc: mariela #writeblr #favorite lines

[estrellami-1]

@every-aj-needs-an-angel made “favorite lines from each chapter” posts and I’ve decided to do the same. Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged, lovely! ❤️

Chapter 1

“Ooh, and they’re saying you got your asshole bleached.”

“That one is true,” Alex says through a mouthful of chocolate with sprinkles.

“Thought so,” June says without looking up.

Just. Their sibling relationship is SO perfect. I’m in love.

Given the choice, he’d rather read one of the hundreds of glowing pieces of fan fiction about him on the internet, the up-to-eleven version of himself with devastating charm and unbelievable physical stamina, but June flat out refuses to read those aloud to him, no matter how much he tries to bribe her.

Once again, PEAK sibling behavior. I’m obsessed.

They were seventeen and eighteen and doomed from the start, both convinced they were the smartest person in any room. Alex has since conceded Nora is 100 percent smarter than him and definitely too smart to have ever dated him.

I need a Nora ASAP please. She’s fantastic. The second line has lived in my brain rent-free since I first read it.

“‘Arch nemesis’ implies he’s actually a rival to me on any level and not, you know, a stuck- up product of inbreeding who probably jerks off to photos of himself.”

“Woof.”

“I’m just saying.”

Oh, Alex. You have no idea.

“Ew, you have Garden State on your watch list? Wow, how’s film school in 2005 going?”

“I hate you.”

“Hmm, I know.”

Actual footage of me and my youngest brother istg

Amy, his mother’s favorite Secret Service agent, a former Navy SEAL who is rumored around DC to have killed several men, sits across the aisle. She’s got a bulletproof titanium case of crafting supplies open on the couch next to her and is serenely embroidering flowers onto a napkin. Alex has seen her stab someone in the kneecap with a very similar embroidery needle.

I’m in love with all of this. Amy is who I aspire to be.

“Risk assessment: FSOTUS failing to check himself before he wrecks himself will result in greater than five hundred civilian casualties. Ninety-eight percent probability of Prince Henry looking like a total dreamboat. Seventy- eight percent probability of Alex getting himself banned from the United Kingdom forever.”

“Those are better odds than I expected,” June observes.

Alex laughs, and the plane soars on.

Once again where do I get a Nora. I love her.

“Do either of y’all know what a viscount is?” June is saying, halfway through a cucumber sandwich. “I’ve met like, five of them, and I keep smiling politely as if I know what it means when they say it. Alex, you took comparative international governmental relational things. Whatever. What are they?”

“I think it’s that thing when a vampire creates an army of crazed sex waifs and starts his own ruling body,” he says.

“That sounds right,” Nora says…

“I wish I were a viscount,” June says. “I could have my sex waifs deal with my emails.”

“Are sex waifs good with professional correspondence?” Alex asks.

Nora’s napkin has begun to resemble a bird. “I think it could be an interesting approach. Their emails would be all tragic and wanton.” She tries on a breathless, husky voice. “‘Oh, please, I beg you, take me—take me to lunch to discuss fabric samples, you beast!’”

“Could be weirdly effective,” Alex notes.

“Something is wrong with both of you,” June says gently.

I’m somehow all three of them. I love this exchange SO much.

His face is still infuriatingly symmetrical.

Alex. Buddy. You oblivious fuck.

“Aw, little buddy,” Nora says. She reaches over and pats his hand. “It’s cute how you think everything is about you.”

“It should be, honestly.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Once again I’m in love with Nora.

For a second, all he can think as he stares up at the ceiling while covered in frosting and champagne is that at least Henry’s dance with June won’t be the biggest story to come out of the royal wedding.

His next thought is that his mother is going to murder him in cold blood.

Alex worrying about the important things first.

#red white and royal blue #favorite lines #this is purely self indulgent

[elwenyere]

“Partir est mourir un peu. I was very young when I first heard this sentence quoted and it expressed a truth I already knew. I remember it now because the experience of living in you as if you were a country, the only country in the world where I can never conceivably meet you face to face, this is a little like the experience of living with the memory of the dead. What I did not know when I was very young was that nothing can take the past away: the past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.”

-- John Berger

#john berger #favorite lines #oof

[binders-and-beanies]

Favorite lines - The Surface by Beartooth

#mine #favorite lines #beartooth #music #bands #lyrics #my edit #lyric edit

[piratemousey]

Proper Female fuck about.

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[aprilblossomgirl]

"Every meeting led to a parting. That's why meeting someone is so precious. So Jungwoo, don't be afraid of saying goodbye. Even if that happens tomorrow, don't let it drag you down and miss something precious."

- Jungwoo's ex-boyfriend, Choco Milk Shake (2022), Ep.8

#choco milk shake #favorite lines #*why is it so easy to make me cry these days*

[historicattractions]

Karla’s favorite line:

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