the ship is trimberly obvious and the word is...Adventure or roadtrip. You can do both. I was trying to think of challenging words
"It's going to be an adventure," Kim said, one hand on the wheel and one grabbing onto Trini's.
"You say adventure, I say we're lost," Trini grumbled.
"What's a road trip without getting a little lost?"
"My kinda road trip."
Kim glanced over at Trini briefly and gave her a smile before saying, "Let's live a little, huh?"
Trini looked back at Kim and squeezed her hand with a smile and said, "Fine, but you're paying for gas the entire way there."
send me a ship and a word and i'll write six sentences
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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday
Thanks @welcometololaland @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags!
*weary sigh* So I'm still sick, which means I've been doing a lot of lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself and scrolling tiktok, and I... may have fallen down a rabbit hole. Between this and all the clamouring on sex club spanking for a sequel, my WIP list is now up to an even 60. Send help.
Alex is grinning as he reads the name he’s drawn, but Henry sees it—the way his smile goes fixed and brittle, the smallest of twitches between his eyebrows—and he knows what’s coming even before Pez leans over Alex’s shoulder and smirks, microphone pressed to his lips.
“Alex Claremont-Diaz dancing with… Henry Fox-Mountchristen.” Alex practically stalks over to where Henry’s sitting, thrusting a hand out with the air of a man feeding one of his favourite appendages to a particularly hungry lion. Henry wonders if anyone else recognises how much fun Pez is having with this when he adds: “We are in for a treat with this one, folks.”
“Why the fuck do you follow, anyway?” The words barely escape through Alex’s clenched teeth. “Don’t you think it would be more appropriate for you to lead?”
“Because I’m a man?” Henry has his competition face on as much as Alex does, so he hopes when he quirks his eyebrow it looks teasing rather than challenging. “Bit of an outdated position to hold, don’t you think?”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Not because you’re a guy, Jesus. Because you’re fucking eight feet tall with legs for days.”
Henry blinks, suddenly unclear as to the exact turn this conversation has taken.
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Six Sentence Sunday
Thank you to everyone who tagged me this morning! I'm excited to read all your WIPs!!
Great news, I did indeed finish drafting the final chapter of Your Fragile Bones Are Mine and so I'll be posting that once it's through edits. I'm excited to wrap it up, this fic definitely became a lot more than I initially expected. But it's been lovely.
I manage to turn myself in his arms to face him, hooking an ankle around his calf to draw his leg back between my thighs. He’s huffing hot little bursts of air across my mouth, still resolutely asleep.
I’ve been sure that I loved him for such a long time, but it keeps surprising me how many times I've fallen in love with him since then. (The firebird, the first time I coached him through breathing, on the train back from Lancashire.) How I’m falling in love with him again right now.
I watch him. The way I’ve done for years.
There are deep bruises under his eyes, and he’s too pale. I didn’t let myself properly look at him yesterday, not in the light of day, but he looks even worse than he does after the summer. At least he sleeps in the care homes, which it seems he’s foregone in my absence.
I’d hoped he might feel the empty space, as fucked up as it is. It helped to think of him missing me. Missing me enough to look for me, to not take it all lying down. (He always found Agatha.)
Seeing the way he’s worn all that worry … I don’t know. It’s complicated.
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✨six sentence sunday✨
rules: post 6 sentences (smutty or not!) of an unfinished work
Tagged by the lovely @hitlikehammers and @sidekick-hero 🥰
“Eddie wait,” Steve called out.
He ignored it, continuing to walk, but far from giving up Steve continued to chase him down, his footsteps crunching on the dry grass as he tried to catch up.
“You called me sweetheart–”
It stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. Everything froze. He held his breath—he was pretty sure his heart even skipped a beat or two. Still, he didn’t turn around.
“Last night when you were—”
“Stop, Steve. I didn’t—it just slipped out. It didn’t mean anything.”
Eddie urged his legs to move, to put one foot in front of the other—to run, but he only managed a few stumbling steps. “Just leave me alone.”
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Thank you for the tags, @getmehighonmagic @junebugclaremontdiaz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @kiwiana-writes!
Today's six(ish) sentences are from a new WIP I started last night. It's another round of Soft Dom Henry, but unlike Praise & Supplication and Silence & Sound, this one is Henry's POV. The tentative title is Set Me On Fire.
“On your knees.”
Henry watches Alex sink down without a second thought and knows that he’ll never grow used to the sight of Alex kneeling before him. His whip smart mouth is completely silent, his eyelashes fanning out as he blinks slowly. He’s totally malleable like this, ready to bend and fold without any resistance.
For the briefest moment, Henry struggles to maintain his hardened exterior. The knowledge that no one else will have Alex like this makes him melt inside. Still, he keeps his resolve, motivated and determined to give the man in front of him exactly what he needs. No one else, Henry thinks, no one else.
No-pressure tagging some wonderful writers @wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @firenati0n @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway @agame-writes @lfg1986-2 @meraki-yao @songliili @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @three-drink-amy @happiness-of-the-pursuit @ninzied @gayrootvegetable @ladyknightellen @bitbybitwrites @sunnysideprince @captainjunglegym @anchoredarchangel and an open tag to any and all other writers!
(Sorry if I've missed anyone; tagging on mobile is the bane of my existence.)
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Six Sentence Sunday
Greeting and happy Sunday, all. Val has been Busy with a capital B lately, but the other day, while at work, I sat down and was able to write almost 4,000 words, and I'm so grateful for my muse being inspired, because I needed something to get me through another long week at work, and writing more of At the end of a bar was just the thing. So in honor of me being able to write more in one day than I've written so far in the new year, I'm gifting the timeline with 8 sentences today, behind the cut for a touch of NSFW content.
Mere hours before, Alex was neck deep in paperwork, drowning in a sea of red tape and bureaucratic bullshit. And as frustrating and heartbreaking as it can be to churn his legs even a fraction of an inch forward for his clients, he’s always felt at home in a courtroom, fighting for those whose voices have been silenced. But now. Now, he’s three fingers deep inside Henry, drowning in heavy-lidded blue eyes and intoxicated by every sweet sound that escapes his lips, and he isn’t sure he’s ever felt more at home in his life.
It should scare him - this thing with a perfect stranger. The way it feels like he’ll die if he has to walk out of this apartment under the cover of darkness or in the dim haze of the mid-morning light, never to lay eyes on the person currently writhing beneath his every touch. But it doesn’t. In fact, what scares him even more is the thought that this could be the first and the last time that Henry cries his name and it reaches up to the ceiling, through the glass of the skylight, and into the heavens stretching far and wide above them.
Going to gently send some no-pressure tags out and into the world for some of my lovelies, but if you're reading this, and you have something to share, please do, and PLEASE tag me. I want to see what we're all up to!
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Hi everyone and thank you for the tags @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire! I wanted to reblog and gush but tumblr won't let me WHY WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! But be assured I am so stoked to see more of what you're all working on!
Here are some sentences from an upcoming chapter of Those Glowing, Magickal Years.
“Are those dogs?” I ask.
“No,” Ebb says. “Those are paindeer. What the bloody hell are they doing here?”
“Paindeer?” I don’t like the sound of that. Not at all.
“They’re dark creatures. They’re like muntjac deer, but they cause mischief.” I have no idea what a muntjac deer is, but I don’t tell Ebb that. “They break things, steal, and eat everything.”
“Then why are they called paindeer?”
“Because they’re a pain in the arse, Simon!”
(Also thank you everyone who tagged me in the ask game, not taking part because I'm unsure my answers will be interesting *cough* I'm busy with a puppy)
Hello tags and some personal thoughts on TGMY below the cut.
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It's been a hell of a fortnight, which has shaken up all my self-doubts and insecurity regarding TGMY. Like, is this a dumb idea? In a fandom with so much fanon, will me building my own vision of the Watford era be unwelcome or seen as arrogant? For example, having no DeNiall and giving them my own invented surnames? Or will I bother someone with my own interpretations of how magic works, or how pre-CO canon events went down, or what creatures like paindeer might be like?
But I also know I don't care when someone else does that (in fact I love other people's interpretations of this stuff) and this is just crappy brain self-talk. I'm writing this fic because I enjoy it. Give me power, give me strength, and please give me a decent night's sleep
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Happy Several Sentences Sunday Loves!!!
Hope you all had amazing weeks!!! I think all the snippets that’s been shared will put a nice end to everyones weeks and give you enough life energy to get you through the next!!! <3<3<3
Thank you @nocoastposts @heybuddy-drabbles @agame-writes @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags 🤍🤍🤍
This probably will be the last snippet I share of the Roommate AU before I post it next Saturday but we’ll see!
Knowing it is no use lying to Nora, he just decides to be out with it. Checking their surroundings, once he makes sure there isn’t anyone nearby they might know, he starts whispering. “Okay, so… Henry told me a story about him masturbating and I can not, for the life of me stop thinking about it.”
“Ohhhh.” Nora takes a bite out of her berry muffin with a face that screams ‘Alex takes too long to catch up on shit’. “So you’re finally having a latent sexuality crisis. Welcome to the land of the bisexual dude.”
“What? Oh my Jesus fuck. I didn’t even think about that part!” Burying his face to his hands, Alex just groans.
“My guy, you’ve been thinking about your molten lava level hot roommate/best friend jerking off non-stop and didn’t think about what it might mean?”
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happy sunday!
i hope y’all are having a wonderful weekend <3 thank you so much to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sparklepocalypse for the tag!
this is a new wip (that shall not be named for now) i have been cooking in the google doc for the last 2 days…
It’s like an edging sneeze. An itch he can’t scratch. He can feel it coming, yet he can’t stop it; the unwanted and ungovernable movements of his body, the exhaustion that comes with it, but most of all the hopelessness that bears down on his shoulders like cinder blocks.
He'll never forget the day the trajectory of his life tilted off of its axis.
Alex barges through their apartment door disheveled; chest heaving but no air filtering in and out of his lungs, but burning as if they were of a newborn taking its first breath. Henry is sitting on the couch, book in hand and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the same position when Alex arrives home from class every Friday evening.
He doesn’t register Henry walking up to him or speaking, he’d barely miss the look of concern on his face if he hadn’t been standing in front of him at that moment.
“Love, what’s the matter?” Henry’s voice sounds achingly distant despite their close proximity.
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im soo hyped for that wartime fic :O do you have any entire how long in terms of chapters it will be?
Hello Anon, thank you so much for being excited about this. It really is such a kind thing to tell me, esp after I've been writing this fic for so long and having absolutely zero perspective on it anymore.
I am hoping to post it in chapters, as I have never had a fic long enough to do that with before! And it might be my only chance. It's currently nearly 220k with a bit more to write (but not much more!) though I am going to try to cut it back as close to about 150k as I can get it. And then I'm going to try to divide it into about 15 chapters or so, and post a chapter every 2 days for a month. They will be big chunky boys, those chapters! I know a lot of people don't read WIPs and I don't mind if people don't follow along, but I have read along with a handful of WIPs myself and it was such fun that I thought I'd like to try it from the other side. I do also have a smut epilogue planned which I might have to post a bit later, depending on how quickly I get through the editing process.
Here's a little snip from the fic too, just while I'm here, and since it's still WIP Snip Sunday! In this scene, Harry and Draco are no longer friends, after Draco ran off to France. They have just been humiliated to learn (through drinking a charmed drink) that they share the same happiest memory, and it involves a day out they had in London together many years before.
"It’s obviously some sort of error in the charm, like you said.”
“Exactly.” Draco had the steel of conviction in his voice. “But even if it wasn’t… if that really was your happiest memory, I mean. Well, you know I’m not judging you.”
“Well, you’re not exactly in any position to judge me, are you?” Harry said nastily, hating himself a bit for it. “After all, it was your happiest memory too.”
They were quiet then, Harry weighing up Draco’s silence, judging it for what he knew it was; a confession.
“Well,” Draco said, and cleared his throat. “It really was excellent ice-cream.”
“Hermione says we all have some sort of trauma reaction from being at war for so long, and she thinks I’m latching onto anything that isn’t completely terrible in my past.”
“Oh, cheers,” Draco broke in. “Though I suppose not-completely-terrible is a fair assessment.”
Harry wanted to tell him that there was a time when he was pretty much the exact opposite of terrible—the counterpoint to all the shitty things Harry had to worry about, the thing that undercut all the misery and drudgery of the war Harry was locked into. But Harry couldn’t remember feeling the purity of those feelings anymore, not since they’d been all muddied up by Draco leaving, the awful gasping pain of the surprise abandonment, the sick relentless ache of the realisation that Draco really wasn’t coming back.
“I miss London,” he said instead. “Sometimes I even miss Grimmauld Place.”
“That’s another thing he’s ruined,” Draco said, shoving his sweating plastic bags of takeaway onto the small table. “London always felt so safe. It was so big, so anonymous. I could be anyone I wanted there. And now he’s everywhere, like a virus. How often do you get back there?”
“Hardly ever,” Harry said. “When I went to meet you, that was the first time in months. The Council thinks it’s too much of a risk, me going into his territory. His warding system isn’t as sophisticated as ours yet, of course, but he’s working with a lot of innate power there, and it’s concentrated stuff. If I fall into his hands, it would be all over for us.”
“Lots of magic per square foot in London,” Draco agreed. “I do worry about that. If he gets back to his full strength at any point, with all that magical energy behind him…”
“I know,” Harry said. “It’s one of the things that keeps me up at night, to be honest.”
“There are probably quite a few of those,” Draco said, lip curling not unkindly. “Do you— I mean, I always order too much…” He waved his hand at the bags of takeaway. Harry could see a curling bag of brown paper with the corner of a herb-dappled naan poking out, and he felt ravenous again, all of a sudden.
“Yeah, I could eat,” he said. “If you’re sure.”
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Sentence Sunday 4/14/2024
The time has come. with some light friendly bullying from @taste-thewaste inspired by some tags I left on a post from @agostobuwan
I've started my first piss fic.
Alex swallows down the last bit of his second glass of champagne as the procession music starts to play and everyone stands. June walks down the aisle in a sun-yellow dress holding a tiny bouquet of sunflowers and white daisies.
“June looks so beautiful,” Henry comments as she passes them.
“Mmhm” Alex agrees without looking, he can’t focus on anything but the twinge in his bladder, maybe he shouldn’t have had that second glass after all. “Hen, I gotta fuckin’ piss,” he whispers into Henry’s ear.
“I told you to take it easy on the champagne before the ceremony, you know how it runs through you.”
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Happy Sentences Sunday! - not in love with this banner, we'll see if it stays.
Thank you so much @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @suseagull04 @bigassbowlingballhead & @firenati0n for your tags! I have a day off and power at home tomorrow so I'll be catching up with your tags then!!
I haven't done much writing since Wednesday but I'm going to give you a snippet from the neighbors!au that I'm hoping to come back to soon! I wish life stopped lifing so much and let me to my silly little writing. Here's Alex agreeing to go on definitely not a date with Henry.
"I really love that you are the one knocking on my door for once," Alex says while he puts the jacket on. Henry grimaces. "But there's nothing to apologise or thank me for." He jabs his finger to the lift button and continues as they wait. "June's been known to lock me up in my room so I actually lay down and rest whenever I get sick. I go full on Rosa Diaz."
Alex says it so matter of factly that Henry feels embarrassed for not catching the reference. His silence gives him away.
"The badass bisexual latina Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine with whom I share a last name?" Alex explains when the lift arrives and the three of them step inside.
"I'm sorry.” Henry blushes and feels— something- about the fact that Alex is comparing himself to a bisexual character. A something he’ll certainly have to ignore for now before he spirals about it in front of Alex. “Haven't seen it."
"We'll watch it sometime. You're so Amy-coded."
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I'm sorry it's so fucking late but I’m still tagging both people I want to see what they’re up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @theprinceandagcd @orchidscript @daisymae-12 @cricketnationrise @pridepages @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @lizzie-bennetdarcy @zwiazdziarka @callumsmitchells @raysletters @cultofsappho @priincebutt @notspecialbabe @tailsbeth-writes @onward--upward @getmehighonmagic @ninzied @wordsofhoneydew
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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday
Don't forget, Fandom Trumps Hate bidding opens 8am EST on March 5th! Details of my offerings are here, and a roundup of all the RWRB offers can be found here.
Remember a couple days ago when I said thanks to the people who tagged me in the WIP ask game but my list had just hit 62 and I couldn't be bothered writing them all out? Well, welcome to #62. I watched a film, realised how many fics I've read based on it across a ton of fandoms in the last couple of decades, entered some sort of weird fugue state, and then there was a Google Doc open. As usual.
2019
Outside Kensington Palace, with the car waiting to take him back to the royals’ private airstrip, Alex seriously considers taking Henry’s phone out of his hand and plugging in his phone number. It’s the same tug in his gut that led him across a Buckingham Palace ballroom to poke and prod at Henry’s perfect princely veneer; the one that dragged him across the room to introduce himself at Rio; the one that used to pull him out of his bedroom and into June’s to open a magazine.
But that’s not what’s happening here. They’re not friends, even if Alex did see a glimmer of something resembling a personality while lying elbow to elbow with Henry on the dusty floor of a cupboard. It’s a PR stunt, nothing more, and they both have people who are literally employed to make sure they both come out of this looking good. No point in complicating it.
In the end, Alex only reaches out when it’s time to shake Henry’s hand in farewell, and then he climbs into the back of the car and ignores the nagging sensation of something left unfinished.
2029
Alex rolls out the crick in his neck as he steps off the plane in Austin, his shoulders relaxing with every step into the familiar terminal. A couple of months into his second congressional term, he’s only just starting to feel like he really has a handle on the House schedule and the punishing weekly commute back and forth between Texas and DC—but just because he doesn’t have a spouse and kids to come home to like many of his colleagues on the Hill, it doesn’t mean he’s not still spending as much time in his district as he possibly can. Even if it does mean he has an even heavier reliance on caffeine than he did during college and more frequent flyer miles than he’ll ever know what to do with.
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Six Sentence Sunday/Spicy Sunday
Thank you @confused-bi-queer and @youarenevertooold for the tags!
I have continued AGRESSIVELY WRITING Your Fragile Bones Are Mine and just finished the second chapter. LOL WOW where was this vigor two months ago. So I'm just gonna post that, once my betas have a crack at it.
I told Dre "it'll be 4k words per chapter maximum" and guess who is a big fat liar? Me. It's me.
Have one excerpt from the present, and one from the past.
“Just stop, Simon. We don’t have to do this, act like this is more—more than what it is. Just because you feel some sense of duty or guilt. Just—I don’t want it.”
I’m still holding his face. Too tight, so tight it’s pulling his features a little wide, my thumbs to his temples. His flat grey eyes are boring into mine. “My ‘duty’ is to fight the Humdrum. My ‘duty’ is to the World of Mages. This? Us? It’s not that. This is fucking … the opposite of that.”
He’s searching my face, like he’s looking for the lie.
And another! (under the cut for mild spice)
“I wanted to try something,” he says in a low whisper against my lips, the same time he teases his fingers under my waistband.
Oh. That. That’s new.
“H-here?” My voice wavers.
“I didn’t want to wait.” One of his hands slides over my trousers, cupping me between my legs. I’m already half-hard for him, twitching toward him. His middle finger draws up, and then, slowly, back down. I whimper. “I didn’t want to lose my nerve.”
Crowley, has Simon Snow been thinking about touching me like this during lessons? No wonder his grades are horrifying.
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A little more from an Eras project, since I'm working on two at once (oops) and don't want to lose momentum...
It seemed, though, that in that moment, some Greek Adonis had taken over Alex's body, because he was dancing up to Henry, wrapping his arms around him from behind.
“Que enseñes a mi boca tus lugares favoritos-”
It was in that moment that Alex started kissing Henry's neck right where it met his shoulder, little nips and soothing licks making Henry moan. Alex had long ago taught him the meaning of the lyrics of this song, and Henry had the fleeting thought that Alex didn't need to learn his favorite places- somehow, he already knew them without being told.
Alex's kisses left a trail of fire that gradually moved up his neck. Before he could finally taste Alex's lips on his, though, to Henry's dismay, Alex suddenly stopped.
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Today's snippet is from one of my newest WIPs. The entire premise is just "what if we got more than one sentence from the necktie scene in Berlin?" that's mentioned briefly in the book.
“Done. How’s that feel?”
Alex leans back and admires his handiwork and thinks it’s not bad at all for a first attempt. Henry tugs experimentally at the silk looped around his wrists and secured to the bedpost.
“It’ll do,” he says with a teasing lilt. Alex huffs an exasperated sigh and opens his mouth to retort, but Henry cuts him off. “I’m only joking, Alex. It’s secure but not too tight. You did a good job with it.”
Alex decidedly doesn’t feel any type of way at Henry’s casual praise. Or if he does feel something, now is certainly not the moment to unpack it. He rids the thought from his head with a quick shake of his curls. Right. They’re doing this.
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