#Assbox Game

[terresdebrume]

6, 15, and 27 for the AO3 wrapped?

[AO3 wrapped question list]

So I actually answered 6 in a previous ask (it's in the AO3 wrapped tag) but as for the other two:

15: What WIP are you taking with you into the New Year?

The WIP I'm actively working on a the the moment is a Band of Brothers modern AU ficlet, in which Joe Liebgott's sister has feelings about him being home, and also they fight about speaking German because they don't know how to say that they're scared to lose the connection between them that the language represents... Which is actually fairly on brand for me when it comes to writing bi/multilingual characters, at this point xD

Second and third on my list are the main story for the above-mentioned modern AU, and a Roy/Jamie (Ted Lasso) proposal fic.

Plus a boatload of other stories languishing for the day I'll finish them xD

27: What do you listen to while writing?

I used to listen to a lot of movies soundtrack that fit the vines I wanted to give my fics! For Ted Lasso, I also found a bunch of football chants/songs on YouTube as soundtrack

But unfortunately, my tinitus is kinda bad these days AND my school no longer has quiet moments during the day so I just mostly write on silence xD

Thanks for the question! :D

[deadpanwalking]

What other video games do you like?

I play a popular point-and-click adventure RPG every odd year if I'm sufficiently convinced that it's similar to the LucasArts SCUMM engine games I played during my formative period. On even years, I will:

Spend A Very Long Time customizing a simulation game with mods until it looks entirely different and presents no challenge.

Actually play that simulation game for a few weeks, at the exclusion of all else.

Delete the game in a fit of pique because it keeps glitching on account of being infested with a billion mods, none of which I am willing to remove.

[terresdebrume]

First of all: great list, very helpful!

Secondly, if anyone wants to send me a number from this list + a blorbo that would be awesome:D

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[shittyfishyasks]

[No NSFW asks as of right now! That may change in the future! Please take into consideration that this is a post-game au, and that I personally don't accept Pesterquest/anything Homestuck related made post Homestuck as canon. This is an experimental project for me so response times may be a bit chunky.]

[Addressed the mispelled "asbox" already ;w;] -> "More like assbox"

[asterroc]

5 things that make you happy meme

Pseudo-tagged by @asamandra here. 

Original meme went something like “List 5 things that make you happy, then tag/message 10 people to do the same.”

1) This delightful rainbow of wood-free colored pencils.

2) The owl carrying case I bought for them.

3) My bird Kappa, the green splotch barely visible in her cage in the upper left corner of the image.  (I mean, when she’s not biting me or whacking me in the eye with her wing... we’ve been having behavior issues lately that we need to work on.)  

4) The beautiful rainbow I’ve been making of a habit tracking bullet journal using those rainbow pencils.

5) Baby birds. For my 40th birthday a couple weeks ago, my partner drove me an hour and a half to a bird store that gets in baby birds from breeders, and then asks visitors to play with them to help socialize them.  They WANT guests to play with the baby birds.  You don’t have to pay to do this, they WANT you to.  They brought out a colander filled with baby parrots, and I spent the next two hours just cuddling the adorabeebs.  

Can you tell how happy this made me?

And I’d be interested to hear from all y’all, but don’t feel you *have* to do it: @eustaciavye28 @budgiebunch @flange5 @lypten-tee @lightshadowverisimilitude 

[terresdebrume]

6 & 17 for the writers ask please :)

[In reference to this ask game.]

6: What is your favorite title that you used?

I'm still proud of "Parents that were, parents that weren't, parents that might be." I think it's pretty accurate to the fic's content and also rings well :)

17: Your favorite character to write this year?

So I didn't write much, which means the pool is small, but I'd say Jamie Tartt! Roy was very fun because I like writing characters who swear a lot internally, but Jamie is also really interesting and challenging, and I hope I did him justice!

Thanks for the ask, Nonners :)

[deadpanwalking]

Have you seen the chess-ish puzzle game Ain't It Funny How The Knight Moves? It's no 5d chess, but I thought it might be your kind of thing

I've been using every ounce of self-control in my frail body not to play it until Saturday.

[duelingdestiny]

first impression: one of my favorite blogs i had looked up to, i was intimidated to even start interacting with. now: you're a wonderful person and though i may be shy yet, i know that interactions can be a bit easier now.

WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF ME VS YOUR CURRENT IMPRESSION OF ME

STATUS: ACCEPTING

YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME AT GAME NIGHTS!!! AND IN MY ASSBOX AND IN THREADS. I adore your ryou and yes. We should be doing all the things! 

[terresdebrume]

The Hampster Dance

Say how old you are on the internet without saying how old you are

Here's mine:

gpoy

[purringshiva]

🌹

Ship that you have as an OTP: 

atm Rick/Michonne is my jam but i’ll always have a soft spot for Rick/Shane

[asterroc]

5 things you like about yourself meme

Tagged by @sarah-the-ninja here, I need to list 5 things I like about myself.

1) This always feels so stuck up when I say it, so if someone has a suggestion on how I can say it less stuck-up-ish in the future I’d love to hear: I like that I’m smart.  I make connections between things, I see the big picture in many situations (though not all), I’m also academically smart (I do well in my classes, I test well, I knew the rules and expectations of K-12 when I was a student, and now I know the rules and expectations of academia as both a student and faculty), I’m studying in a field that’s typically seen as “hard” and I did well in my classes.  

2) I like that I have a bent towards social justice.  I haven’t always felt social justice was needed, but now I do and am trying to do right by people less privileged than myself.  I know I’m not perfect, but I’m trying.

3) I am slowly growing more comfortable with my gender expression.  I haven’t been stereotypically femme like ever in my life, but I’m starting to become more aware of / conscious of this fact, and be more willing to express my non-conformity, such as having had short hair on and off for much of my life and currently having an undercut, or preferring dress slacks for work to skirts.  I purposefully dress more femme towards the start of a semester, even including makeup, and I am consciously aware that this is performative, and I’m slowly growing to accept that it is a decision that is both forced upon me by a shitty binary gender-based society, and that it is also simultaneously a voluntary decision (though one made to cope with that shitty society).  

4) I have a strong work ethic, especially when I’m working for other people. 

5) I try to be nice to everyone I meet, and I assume they all have good intentions.  

Oh, and I'm supposed to tag people.  I’ll start with @asamandra and @eustaciavye28 if you want to do it.  :)  Anyone else who is interested in doing this, consider yourselves tagged!  (And tag me if you do it!)

[asterroc]

Anyone want to prompt me with a pairing, character, fandom, whatevs?

Prompt List of Sarcasm

“Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 

“Define normal.” 

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

“And you wonder why you’re still single.” 

“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 

“Were you dropped on your head?” 

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

“If I survive, can I go home?” 

“My middle finger salutes you.” 

“This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 

“I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

“Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

“I need therapy after this.” 

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

“I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

“If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 

“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 

“I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

“You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

“The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

“Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 

“You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 

“What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

“This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” 

“A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.” 

“Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 

“I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 

“You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 

“What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 

“I like you. You’re different.” 

“You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 

“I care so little, I almost passed out.” 

“Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 

“You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 

“The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

“Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 

“Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 

“It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 

“I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 

“I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 

“The girl is strange no question.” 

“Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 

“I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 

“You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

“I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 

“I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

“I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 

“Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 

“I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 

“She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 

“And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 

“Such big evil in such a little thing.” 

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 

“What does not kill you will likely try again.” 

“Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.” 

“And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 

“I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 

“Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

Request [x] Masterlist [x]

[zeronoa]

Dream =D

Ooohh I missed this one yesterday!

Dream: Three wishes I have.

One: That Tom Hiddleston was my friend/boyfriend/partner/whatever he wants to be. This feels a bit too much extreme fangirl even to me, but I really do wish that I knew him personally, because he would be amazing. Whatever relationship we'd be in.

Two: That I would feel truly happy at any given time. I know this might be humanly impossible, but I like to dream.

Three: That all the things I need to know for my first final in two weeks would just magically manifest in my head so that I don't have to revise XD I hate revising.

[terresdebrume]

For the WIP ask game: Edwin and Charles reunite, please?

[Ask me about my WIPs]

Hi and thanks for asking about that one, it's one of the works I'm most excited about right now (I cycle, I cycle). I had to check my tag to make sure I didn't end up sharing the same snippet as before xD

So, here's something new from draft 1:

Eye contact, with Charles, used to be easy. Or, not easy, exactly, but easier. Easier than it is with other people, at least. Right now, Edwin can barely look at his left eyebrow, but it’s enough to discern the way his frown deepens. The confused tilt of his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

Edwin closes his eyes against the tears threatening to boil over.

“Please, do not make this harder than it needs to be. I am talking about the message I sent you—the last one you read.”

“Edwin,” Charles says, urgency entering his voice as he takes a step closer to Edwin, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What message?”

Edwin takes two steps back, pressing his fists together again. He looks up at Charles’ face and finds it tense and frowning but not…upset. Or avoidant. Besides… why would Charles have shouted his name in the street and ran after him if he truly was upset by Edwin’s confession? The possibility makes no sense. Edwin breathes in, then out, and his fists relax against one another.

“My… coming out to you,” he says, amending his sentence at the last minute. No sense in incriminating himself more than necessary. “You… it was marked as read, but you never answered. When we came back to school and we were told you had transferred out, I thought—”

The sound of his bookbags hitting the floor traps the rest of Edwin’s words in his throat, and then Charles is in his space again, hands on his shoulders, thumb pushing hard enough against his clavicles for Edwin to feel them through his layers. This is what Charles did when he wanted Edwin to listen to him carefully. Edwin does the same thing he did then: lifts his gaze and does his best to meet Charles’ eyes.

“I would never,” Charles starts, an intensity in his expression that has Edwin’s breath stop in his throat, “ever transfer school to get away from someone because they’re gay. Especially not a friend, and especially not you, Edwin. Never in a million years.”

Edwin lowers his eyes, tension seeping from his shoulders fast enough to leave him dizzy. His entire torso feels numb, sore in the way prolonged effort always leaves him. Edwin breathes. His eyes are still wet, but they don’t burn as much, and it’s almost easy to look at Charles again when he ducks down to find his eyes.

“Edwin,” he says, thumbs pressing harder against Edwin’s clavicles, “you were my best friend. You’re the only person I missed after I left—and it had nothing to do with you. I never got your text.”

“Yes,” Edwin agrees, frowning in confusion, “I am starting to understand that. I simply—why, then? Why did you leave, why did you not—”

Charles steps back again, burying his hands in the deep pockets of his jacket. The same patches adorn its shoulders, its elbows. On the lapel, Charles’ checkered button pin gave way to a cluster of raised fists in various shades of brown. The joystick is now a pair of Switch controllers. The Rastafarian flag is still there. The smiley pin is gone. But Charles doesn’t look entirely like his younger self until he shrinks in on himself low enough to look Edwin’s height again. Edwin’s stomach sinks.

“Things at home were uh…not great.” Charles’ hand comes up to scratch at the back of his head, and a fist squeezes around Edwin’s throat. Charles straightens up a little. Looks to the side, his face pinched. “Bad.”

[terresdebrume]

Happy ficversary! For the prompts: "I already lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again" and/or "get behind me."

Thanks for the prompt, friend! I decided to go for some plastic for this one :D

It's set somewhere post canon, probably in London^^

If anyone else wants to send a prompt, the list is here ^^

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Mr. Emerson's footsteps, heavy and slow, pace closer to the walk-in closet Crystal and Niko took refuge in. Niko, one hand firmly clamped on her mouth, listens to the sound like her life depends on it, largely because it does.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Mr. Emerson, quiet but for his footsteps and the sound of his baseball bat dragging along the floor, peels away to the bathroom. Niko, her heart in her mouth, scans the darkness of the closet and finds Crystal's silhouette, a sliver of cold white light falling down on her face, making her look gray.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

A shiver crawls down Niko's spine with the distressing precision of a chipped fingernail. Whimpering shakily, she turns to the door, where the artificial light of the bedroom fails to produce more than a dim outline, and has to bite down on a squeak of terror when something tugs at her sleeve.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

The footsteps grow closer again.

"Get behind me," Crystal whispers.

Niko can only just make out one of her eyes, wide but determined, and the vague silhouette of her hand, hold onto something. It looks way too small for a weapon. Panting in terror, Niko manages to unclench her fingers from around her face and hiss:

"Are you mad?"

"No," Crystal says, tense but determined. "I have a plan."

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Mr. Emerson must be at the bedroom's door now.

Niko whimpers, as quietly as she can, and closes her eyes as hard as she can. It doesn't help.

"Niko," Crystal insists, "get behind me."

"You don't have your powers," Niko points out, because she doesn't know what Crystal can do without them in this situation.

"I don't care," Crystal retorts, sounding like she very badly wants to shout, "I'm not losing you again!"

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Niko falls quiet, too terrified to protest when Crystal puts herself between Niko and the door. She watches, paralyzed, as one then two darker lines appear under the bottom of the door. Slowly, too slowly, a darker spot appears in the sliver of vertical light that marks the seam of the door. It creeps up, inch by inch, until it reaches the round doorknob.

Niko brings both hands up to her mouth. Slowly, the doorknob twists, a high pitched metal whine filling the closet. Niko wants to hold onto Crystal's jacket, to fold herself down until she can hide behind Crystal's petite stature.

The doorjamb clicks.

The door cracks open. Niko holds her breath.

One inch. Niko winces, biting her lips behind her hands.

Two inches. Tears slide down her cheeks.

A face slowly creeps into the closet, but as soon as it makes eye contact with Crystal, she screams and shoves something in Mr. Emerson's face. Niko hears a psst sound, smells insecticide, and is yanked by the arm at full speed.

They barrell out of the bedroom and into the corridor, down the stairs that nearly trip Niko again, into the foyer, then out onto the street, Mr. Emerson screaming murder on their heels. Niko follows Crystal's death grip around the corner, onto a side street, and into the first couture boutique they come across.

"Crystal," she tries to say as they make their way to the stairs at the back. "Crystal—"

"Just a bit more," Crystal mutters, tearing a few articles from their place.

They shove their way to the changing cabins, where Crystal drags them into the same cubicle. The shop is small, and the cabin truly doesn't have the room for two, but Niko doesn't care. She's pressed right against Crystal, an insecticide spray and what looks like a pregnancy dress between them.

"Crystal," Niko says, short of breath, "you're never going to wear that dress.

Crystal looks at her like she's grown a second head. Niko doesn't let that deter her.

"Also, you saved my life."

"Yeah," Crystal replies, dazed, making no move to let go of any of her bounty. "I told you, I'm not losing you again."

They look at each other, eye to eye. They're both panting, sweaty from the run and the adrenaline. Both wide eyed, and so, so very close to one another. Niko, her heart beating, says:

"Crystal?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you now."

Crystal makes a high pitched uh-huh sound, and meets her halfway.

They keep kissing until one of the store clerks politely clears her throat next to their cubicle.

[terresdebrume]

I'm reblogging as a reminder to fly his tomorrow when my laptop is open ^^

First Line, Last Line

It’s another tag game! Simply, you post the first line you wrote recently and the last line too. To whom I tag, ignore it if you’ve done this already/not interested! If you play along, thank you! I look forward to reading what you post!

Tagged by: @rikacain YAY, thanks! <3 I must admit, I used first line kind of liberally though… :D

First Line: Stardate 48322.4 Private log. If you had asked me five years ago if I would ever use my phaser to force a local beaurocrat to sign me the guardianship of an orphan boy, I would have told you you were crazy… and yet, here we are.

Last Line:  Iruka wonders why Sasuke has chosen him specifically to talk about this, and not, say, the ship’s actual therapist.

Tagging: Oh boy, who to tag? @terresdebrume @magnustesla @subbyp @flailinginlove @theravenofwynter Also, any followers who want to play, please tag me so I can read it! <3