I'm-Not-Going-To-Count-These-Sentences Sunday
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So... I'm not counting sentences this time. I write long sentences, and I make rabid use of sentence-extending punctuation. And I have this thing about posting excerpts that are semi-contained in some way. Plus it's going to take me forever to get this fic posted, so I gotta give ya'll something. THUSLY: Here have a bunch of words.
(I really should have pinned my bi-weekly updates on Wednesday, but OH WELL.)
Context: Baz POV, with Agatha in the chapel after midnight, being 17 year olds. Simon is out of the picture after Baz kinda sorta stole his voice with a tape recorder in fifth year.
“I never thanked you for saving me,” she said, with just a little too much effort at nonchalance.
“You did, actually,” I said, not slowing, or sparing her so much as a glance. “You might recall how you resembled a hypothermic beached mermaid? You were quite free with your gratitude once you caught your breath. It was all very melodramatic.”
There was a brief pause - possibly an attempt to work out whether my description of her was complimentary or not. Either way, it didn’t deter her. “I never got to thank you the way I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a whine working its way past her shoddily built facade.
I didn’t answer right away as I fought down a sudden surge of irritation, one that threatened to trigger my more destructive tendencies - self-destructive, perhaps, but not exclusively so. The only thing worse than being considered a villain was being cast as a tragic hero - someone only misunderstood, just waiting to be saved.
“Basil—“ she began, apparently ready to try something else. I stopped short, forcing her to halt both her forward movement and that regrettable demonstration of poor judgment.
We were at the entrance to the chapel, now, and it was easy to crowd her against the cold statuary. “How exactly did you want to thank me, then, Wellbelove?”
Later it's entirely likely these two are going to put special effort into trying to forget any of this ever happened, because teenage mistakes are brilliant like that. You're welcome, Bazatha.
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i think I'm ok
seeing his face, him kissing me, his hugs.. I haven't asked him yet but I can feel my heart taking control.
He's a bit of a dry texter sometimes, but today instead of thinking he was annoyed, I heard it in his voice, I could tell how he felt.
I'm myself again.
6 years later
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Fate/Apocrypha made me cry. Now I'm going to go back to playing FGO so then I can cry internally as I just stare at Cú Chulainn to make me feel better.
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The song is pretty good and a banger punk/rock. I enjoy more because of Travis Baker and Yungblund. The lyrics can be relatable.
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So maybe my life can't be saved by some big event. The pandemic ending, getting my diploma, buying a house (one day). It has to be in the small things. Choosing to play a game with my siblings even though I'm a bit tired. Choosing to make my bed. Making time for myself to clean up the dishes and after still having time to bake pancakes. It's breathing in and out when I'm frustrated with myself for not understanding my assignment and choosing to give myself some grace but keep trying. Making silly bets with friends like seeing which boy would look best in the dress you're wearing and suddenly finding yourself in a fashion show. It's fixing that sock that has a hole and taking a walk down your street. Allowing yourself to dream and plan a future that won't be perfect but makes most hard days feel okay when you fall asleep.
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what do i do if i have mixed condition and mouth wash together, put it in my hair, and now am afraid i will die
completely hypothetical question
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