#marchingatmidnight

[tailoredshirt]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings @alrightbuckaroo and @orchidscript! This is from a fic I started ages ago that takes place at the "ranch" or wherever it is that Andrea and Gabriel live.

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Carlos is halfway down the stairs when he hears a familiar voice. 

“And then she said she had sent the flowers to herself to make him jealous! Even though she knew she was allergic!”

“What?” Andrea says with a gasp. “Why would anyone—oh, Carlitos!”

TK turns in his barstool at the kitchen island and smiles at him. “Hey, you.” 

“Hey.” It’s ridiculous that Carlos can feel the pounding of his heart at the sight of him, but in his defense he’s barely seen TK all week. Actually, he has no defense. Even on a normal day, seeing TK walk through the door of their home makes every atom in his body sigh in relief. “How was traffic?”

“Oh, you know,” TK says with a smile. He's wearing a plaid button-down shirt that brings out the green in his eyes. His hand alights on Carlos’s lower back as Carlos presses a kiss to the side of his head. 

“They’re never going to finish that construction,” Andrea says, shaking her head. 

TK scratches Carlos’s back lightly, as if saying hi, and Carlos misses him instantly when he pulls away. 

"Could you grab me another bowl, mijo?" Andrea says, and TK starts to stand up but Carlos touches him on the shoulder as he moves behind him to reach the cabinet. "Gracias."

"De nada," he says, kissing her on the cheek.

"Is this enough or should I keep going?" TK asks her, indicating the cutting board of chopped vegetables in front of him. 

"I think that's plenty," she tells him.

TK stands up to hand her the cutting board and knife, and Carlos snags a piece of celery from it before she sees him. TK bites his lip to hide a grin, and Carlos waggles his eyebrows at him.

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Tagging @reyesstrand @safeashousespdf @lonestardust @bonheur-cafe @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @ladytessa74 @strandnreyes @rmd-writes @carlos-in-glasses @lightningboltreader @guardian-angle22 @wandering-night19 @chicgeekgirl89 @detective-giggles @never-blooms @thebumblecee @welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @paperstorm @marchingatmidnight @lemonlyman-dotcom and anyone else who wants to do it!

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

I will be starting us off on the fic rec game for Week 8! (This week’s episodes: 2x05 Difficult Conversations & 2x06 Everyone and Their Brother)

Here are the prompts for this week’s fic rec game:

Owen and Gwyn

Gwyn's pregnancy

Paul and his family and/or his life in Chicago

TK's decision to become a paramedic

Brothers

TK driving (firetruck or otherwise)

The rules are simple: every week there will be a different prompt, and everyone is encouraged to share a fic (or a few!) recommendation that meets the prompt and tag a few fic-reading friends. The game can be played all week, so no pressure to post right away. I will kick us off with a few recs and then I’ll tag some folks below to get us going! Please feel free to use the banner above, to make your own, or to not use one at all!

Finally, please use the tag ‘Rewatch Read-Along Week 8�� and at the end of the week @911lonestarrewatch will post the link to the tag for the comprehensive list of fic recs!

Thanks to @guardian-angle22 for the banner!

i don't wanna wear this cape by @marchingatmidnight

A really lovely fic that includes Carlos and TK talking through TK's decision to become a paramedic, which is something I desperately wish we had seen on the show! It also includes some discussion of TK going to meetings, another thing that was missing from season 2. This fic also provides an explanation for something I had been thinking about recently...why would it have been so ridiculous for Tommy to go into the minefield with Owen in 2x06? Here it's explained as a bad idea because it would have been both captains going into the same significant danger. I'm not sure if it was thought through to that extent by the show's writers, but you know what? That works for me. I will accept it!

Rest My Head on Your Chest by @bellakitse

Another excellent little fic about TK talking through his decision to become a paramedic with Carlos. This is something that MUST have happened. We didn't get to see it, but thankfully we have fanfiction to help us with that!

Back to the Remedy by @paperstorm

A Missing Moments installment for 2x06, including TK finding out about Gwyn's pregnancy and (what is clearly my favorite topic for fic this week) TK and Carlos talking about TK's decision to become a paramedic. I think what I love so much about this topic is the inevitable loving support from Carlos, which is something this fic has in abundance!

Baby you can drive my car by Uny_Kitty

An adorable fic that features Carlos teaching TK to drive. He even lets him drive the Camaro!

Tagging some fic readers who might have recs of their own: @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @chicgeekgirl89 @redshirt2 @lightningboltreader @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @noxsoulmate

[detective-giggles]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Okay- so it’s definitely past my bedtime, but it is still Wednesday for another hour and ten minutes. This is in the works to become my longest fic, and I’m very much stressing about that.

@bonheur-cafe , @marchingatmidnight and @noxsoulmate, thank you all for the tags!

I’m sharing a small snippet of the AU weekend fic. I have two sections to go (it’s a 5+1) but also, I guess I should check, I really hope they do AU weekend again!

🚔🚑🚔🚑

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, kneeling at Carlos’ side as he gently smooths Carlos’ sweaty curls back.

Carlos’ hands are shaky and blood-stained as he reaches for TK and lets out a relieved sob.

“TK, I-”

“I know,” he whispers. “Come on, we need to get you up. Can you stand?” TK asks.

Carlos shakes his head and lets out a whine but then swallows hard and huffs out a few shallow breaths, “If it gets me out of here, yes.”

It’s so late, I’m not going to tag anyone, but if you see this and want to do it, please do!

[welcometololaland]

I have crippling imposter syndrome and nothing I've written feels good enough for Seven Sentence Sunday, but thanks for the tags! (@heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @three-drink-amy @reyesstrand and @rmd-writes).

Instead, I wanna tag @marchingatmidnight because I need more zoo Tarlos, @basilsunrise because I KNOW you have some amazing band AU content, @iboatedhere because I would literally die for more secret service AU, @sunshinestrand because your last WIP Wednesday had me 👀 for the cursed apartment, @nontoxic-writes because i see you writing Hangster and I want more and @reyescarlos because your writing is a gift and I love the odd occasion when you decide to share it so I'm lovingly pressuring you 💕

[lire-casander]

everyone’s a miracle

[2,140 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta'ed by @meloingly] [title from welcome to wherever you are by bon jovi] [carlos reyes, andrea reyes, gabriel reyes] [spoilers up to s02e08, angst, character study, coming out, implied internalized homophobia, family dynamics] [for the spanish bits, please either go over to ao3 where rolling over them you find the translation, or ask me. i'll be more than happy to translate!] [written for @marchingatmidnight’s birthday and as part of my lire’s 20 for the 20th]

[carlos comes out to his parents, but it doesn’t have the outcome he had been expecting]

[dear brooke, happy birthday! i hope you have an amazing day and that the year ahead comes full of good things! i am so grateful for having you in my life!]

everyone’s a miracle | on ao3

He wakes up disoriented, the light coming in through the blinds painting psychedelic drawings on the wall. Carlos sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to figure out why he has the feeling that he hasn’t slept a wink. When he takes in his surroundings, he sighs — he’s fallen asleep on top of his desk, while sitting on the chair, arms cushioning his face from the hard surface of the table.

Slowly, memories from the night before come back to the forefront of his mind, and his eyes widen at the realization that he was brave enough to come out to his parents. He almost falls from the chair, back protesting at the movement.

“Joder,” he mutters under his breath. “Joder, joder, joder, joder!”

Carlos stands up on wobbly legs and takes the few steps towards the untouched bed, the duvet covering the mattress with its black and red geometric pattern. He drops down onto it with a loud oof, allowing himself to lie down and stretch against the soft fabric. He sprawls his body on top of the bed, the skin of his arms tickling at the contact with the covers. He resists the urge to scream.

He did it. He did it.

He feels as though he’s now completely free.

He’d been scared for so long. He hadn’t known how to approach the subject of his own sexuality to his parents — Catholic, traditional, old-fashioned — even though he knows his father has most probably seen it all, being a Texas Ranger. However, Carlos had been so terrified. He’d heard the comments outside the church every other Sunday, about Señora Lupita’s son who was deviant and how much of a sin that was for someone as young and pure. Carlos hadn’t wanted to be the subject of such gossip.

And still, he’s managed to come out to his parents. He’s mustered enough courage and he’s stepped up for himself.

And so, his life has finally taken a turn he’s liking so far.

“Uh, mamá, papá,” he begins, nervously pushing around his dessert all over his plate. He can feel his father’s inquisitive gaze upon him, his mother’s warm brown eyes following every movement. “I have something I need to tell you.”

His father sits back on his chair, hands on the table as his fingers rattle on the wooden surface. His mother exhales.

“What is it?” she asks in a quiet voice. “You sound worried, Carlitos.”

“It’s, uh,” he trails off, suddenly unable to find the words he’s rehearsed for so long, the sounds stuck in his throat as he tries to push them up and outside. “I just—”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve done something stupid, Carlos,” his father says sternly. “You’re supposed to be focusing on your studies and your college scholarship for next year.”

“Uh—”

“Oh, Dios mío,” his mother whispers. “Don’t tell us you’re still thinking about joining the Police Academy next year instead of going to college like your sisters, Carlitos.”

“I thought that had been settled,” his father interrupts his mother even before Carlos can say anything. “You’re going to college next year. Afterwards, if you still want to become a cop,” and the disdain with which he says the words cuts through Carlos’ soul, “then and only then we will talk about your options.”

“I can’t believe you’re just—just—¿cómo nos puedes estar dando este disgusto, Carlitos?” his mother cries out.

“I’m going to college!” he bellows, effectively making them shut up. He can’t believe that this conversation has gone so far off the rails — he needs to make them understand that it has nothing to do with him wanting to join the APD, even if he does want to join the Police Department once college is over. “That’s not it, that’s not it at all!”

“Then?” his father questions, giving him one pointed look.

“I’m—I just—I’m gay,” he blurts out.

He can feel the lights flickering around them as the silence following his words grow. He wants to shrink on himself, wishing the ground would break open and swallow him whole. But he has to face his parents after his big reveal. He doesn’t want to, though.

“¿Eso es—eso es todo?” his mother asks. Carlos is forced to look up at the bewilderment in her voice. She’s staring down at him, eyes still warm and welcoming. “Oh, Carlitos.”

“So, you’re still going to college,” his father says. Carlos can’t read his gaze.

“Yes?” he replies slowly. “I don’t see how—”

“Good Lord,” his father cries out, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. “For a moment you scared me here.”

“So, you’re okay with—with it? With me being, you know—”

“We love you,” his mother reassures him, reaching out and grabbing his hand over the table. “That won’t change because of who you love.”

Carlos steps out of the shower and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist with a smile dancing on his face. He feels lighter, as though a huge weight has been taken off his shoulders. Maybe it has — maybe he just needed to come clean to his parents in order to feel like he was moving forward. Maybe now he can talk to his mother about his feelings for Sam Trippelhorn, just like his sister Lillith talked to her about her own crushes.

He wants to be part of this family again. After so many months feeling like an outsider, someone who didn’t actually belong — his secret pinning him to the ground and rendering him unable to function properly, a shell of who he used to be — Carlos can finally breathe.

He puts on a colorful t-shirt and his softest pair of sweatpants, and climbs down the stairs two steps at a time for their Saturday family breakfast. Lillith and Sandra won’t be able to come, too wrapped up in their studies to make it back home for a couple of days, so it will only be his parents and him. Carlos would be lying if he said he isn’t nervous about what’s to come — the conversation that they most likely will have now that he’s been honest about himself. It might be hard, Carlos is aware of that, but he also knows it might be worth it.

He wants to be able to show his true self every single day of his life.

His mother is preparing breakfast when he enters the kitchen. He kisses her cheek in greeting, and goes to sit at the kitchen table. His mother is singing softly under her breath some song by Juan Gabriel, something she does a lot when she’s cooking. Carlos finds it endearing — it’s also something he’s taken to do himself whenever he’s alone in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” his father’s grave voice fills the space as he also steps into the kitchen. “Have you heard that there’s a new calf at the family ranch?”

His mother hums in reply, a sign that his father can launch himself into explaining the news from the ranch that Tía Lucy has been running ever since they moved back to Austin. Carlos spent the first few years of his life up there, but when his father got a promotion they all moved back into the city. Carlos goes to the ranch as much as he can to visit his horses, but lately he’s been slacking. He feels the pang of guilt at how much he’s been lacking on that front.

His father moves the conversation from one topic to another, from the price of the unloaded to the Astros bullpen, but he doesn’t touch the subject of their conversation from last night. Carlos is mesmerized by the speed at which his parents change subjects, like a well-oiled machine that doesn’t even make a stutter. By the time breakfast is done, and it’s time for him to go to soccer practice, Carlos has already noticed the way his parents keep switching between subjects as if they don’t want to touch the one topic that he’s dying to breach.

It becomes their new normal, after that morning.

Days blend into weeks and weeks blend into months, and before long the years have meshed up together in an unruly puddle of pain and disappointment — by the time he turns twenty-one and gets out of college, Carlos has gotten used to the silence his confession brought upon their whole family. For weeks after the incident, as he’s started to call it in his mind, he tried to talk to his parents. He tried to understand why they promised him everything would be fine — why they said they still loved him — before they started behaving like the exact opposite. Every single conversation he’s attempted to have has ended in grief on his side, because his parents have never acknowledged his sexuality. He’s wanted to introduce them to his only serious boyfriend — a Music Major named Hugh — but that relationship also blew up in his face when he realized that the outcome of such interaction would only mean more pain on his side.

Hugh broke up with him a little before their graduation, anyway. Heartbroken and despaired, Carlos tried to seek refuge in the family he grew up with, only to find once again a wall of indifference and silence.

He’s been feeling neglected, ignored and belittled for years now.

Telling his parents that he is, indeed, joining the Police Academy now that he’s fulfilled his promise of going to college doesn’t go as expected, but this time Carlos has been anticipating it. His mother doesn’t say anything, but his father is very vocal about the mistake he’s making.

“You’re too soft,” he tells Carlos in a voice that doesn’t allow any retaliation. But Carlos has grown tired of always being told what to do, and how to feel, and he just explodes.

“What do you mean, I’m too soft?” he spits back, venom in his words. “Are you implying that because I’m gay, I can’t be a police officer?”

“Carlitos, that’s not what your father—” his mother tries to intervene, but he isn’t going to stop now.

“You know you can say the word, right? Gay,” he exaggerates, opening his mouth.

“That’s not what I was—”

“But it’s what it always boils down to, right, Dad?” Carlos exclaims. “You don’t like me being gay. You don’t even—you can’t even look me in the eye!”

“Carlos,” his mother says warningly. But he’s already standing up, grabbing his coat and beelining for the door.

“Don’t wait up for me,” he announces. “I’ll be late.”

He moves out of their house and into his very first home — a condo he rents off Michelle’s landlord — barely five months after that fight. Life in the house had become unbearable by then, their bickering constant, as though they’d been walking on thin ice for so long and the surface had been starting to crack. Carlos couldn’t breathe.

Being apart from his family doesn’t give him anymore space to breathe, he realizes.

He begins talking less and less to his father. He keeps calling his mother daily, and he goe to Tía Lucy’s Sunday gatherings, but that’s all. He doesn’t tell them anything about his life — whether or not he’s dating isn’t something they’re privy to, and they’ve made it abundantly clear throughout the years with their own silence.

Carlos has become proud of who he is, despite all the negativity in his life. He knows who he is, and who he wants to be — even if it means not having a steady boyfriend or a healthy relationship with his parents. He’s come to terms with the fact that this is the life he’s made for himself, and he’s accepted it.

Only he hasn’t, at least not completely.

The feeble truce they’ve managed to maintain — his parents and himself — gets shaken up the night Carlos meets TK Strand, and it gets tested the morning Carlos introduces TK as his friend from work. TK is the first man to make Carlos believe he can be better — that there can be more to life than just half-living, and it takes him a huge fight to understand that Carlos can’t live without TK.

He’s as terrified as he was back at seventeen, when everything was dark and confusing, but right now he’s not alone. TK doesn’t let go of his hand, he doesn’t allow him to seep through the cracks of his own existence.

They’re a team, and they can overcome anything, even Carlos’ parents.

But, in the end, they don’t need courage to face the monster of his past — his parents had known all along just how important TK was to him. And maybe bridges can’t be mended as fast as they can be burned, but Carlos has the feeling that they’re slowly getting there.

[stolligaseptember]

i was tagged by the awesome @likeazurestars!!

rules: bold statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, than tag nine people

air -

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

fire -

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

water -

I wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercing/ i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit diners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

earth -

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love the chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

aether-

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

i tag: @fishee, @ftchocoholic, @lavishcabbage, @ver-itas, @somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds, @foolsfires, @reservoirite, @marchingatmidnight and @second-hand-heaven!

[bittysvalentines]

Laughing is the best way to kiss

To: @marchingatmidnight

From @were-all-a-team-together

This fic is a valentine’s gift for marchingatmidnight

This was a fun, silly one-shot to write and I absolutely enjoyed exploring characters different from the ones I usually write! I hope this is as fun for you as it was for me!

 __________

“Bro, any time I spend with you is a good time,” Justin says. There is a pause as he waits for Adam’s response. “A working lunch is cool, I promise. We can look at dank memes while we graph out the numbers.”

Alexei comes up behind him in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Justin. He gently kisses the side of Justin’s neck before being waved off with a laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” Justin says into the phone. “I’ll bring the bagel bites.”

Alexei, unperturbed, goes back to his seduction. “Hang up,” he whispers, skimming his nose along Justin’s jaw. A bye-week is no time to be making plans with Randy! It is time to snuggle and talk and do other things that were not talking about bagel bites and dank memes.

“No, I can talk. Alexi’s being a dweeb right now.”

Alexei gasps. “I’m not!”

Turning around in his arms, Justin nails him with a wicked grin. He rubs his cheek against Alexi’s broad chest and laughs softly.

“An hour? Sure, I have an hour. I have two.”

“He does not,” Alexei cries and grabs the phone out of Justin’s hand.

“Give it back, you dweeb!”

“Randy, I’m sorry but Justin have to go now. He have very important business to do.” Alexei ran around the kitchen island. Justin feigns to left, but is laughing too hard to really chase him.

“Are you the business?” Adam deadpans.

“I am,” he responds proudly. “Goodbye!” And hangs up.

“Alexei, I can’t believe you,” Justin laughs when he catches up to him.

“And I can’t believe you want to spend time talking lunch plans and not with me: boyfriend!”

Justin kisses his still-talking boyfriend. “You know I was just teasing you.”

Alexei huffs into the kiss, smiling in spite of himself. “Are you? I think maybe you love Adam more than me.” They are both smiling and laughing and the kiss is more teeth than lips, but it’s perfect. It always is.

Justin runs his hands up Alexei’s side and grips the back of his neck, making the kiss absolutely inescapable.

“You’re so full of shit, babe.” 

[alphacrone]

marchingatmidnight replied to your post “list of country songs i want to turn gay next: suds in the bucket ...”

I'm glad you like them, but I FORGOT Fishing In The Dark, which is like a crime. My favorite old timey country song.

I’ll have to add it to the playlist! 

[chirpingbitty]

marchingatmidnight replied to your post “M’dudes, is there such a thing as a fic where Bitty and Jack both play...”

I'm. . . Kind of writing this?

you are doing good work here, selfless work for the benefit of all

[parvuls]

so like... say i've got a rigid twenty-day deadline for finishing this fic and i can't concentrate for shit. does anyone have any focusing tricks?

[garden-of-succulents]

Okay, so I really connect with what you said about check please and money. I think that's something I want to see explored more - the struggle to have people with millionaire parents and those who know what's it like to wonder whether dinner is going to happen in the same group and have them get along. Being in the latter group, I can get bitter and pissy when someone is kind of a dick about not understanding my feelings or why I can't do that like they would. So yeah, I would like to see more.

I uh… support there being more in fandom, though I’m kind of afraid to actually read it myself!  Because IDK, like, it’s so often either “the rich person is a charitable saviour” which kind of end-runs around the problem without them actually having to think about it, or… yeah IDK. I’d accept recs for fic in this fandom that handles the issues well?

I wonder how Lardo feels.  There’s this bit in Huddle 1 from her perspective that’s talking about people like Shitty, whose “parents who are lawyers and are stupid rich, like, Larissa-gets-super-uncomfortable-thinking-about-her-F.O.B-Viet-parents-meeting-the-Martha’s-Vineyard-New-England-old-money-rich” And that was how she felt when she’d JUST MET Shitty.  Like oh my GOD there’s a lot of room for story there.

I have read some things that have talked about it and been okay for me?  

Trade Me by Courtney Milan is a het romance novel that begins with a first-generation Chinese-American immigrant at UC Berkley tearing a righteous strip off her billionaire classmate for making condescending remarks about people on food stamps, telling him that she’s been on food stamps, and, “Try trading lives with me. You couldn’t manage it, not for two weeks.” He, for reasons of his own, takes her up on the bargain, proposing they trade homes, methods of transport, incomes, and jobs for the rest of the semester. But she’s spent too long being terrified over every cent, being the person in her family who makes sure the electric bill is paid, keeping them one step ahead of disaster, to just relax into the luxury of his life. Especially when they have to stage a fake relationship to explain why they’re spending time together and are in each other’s houses so often.

The Student Prince by Fayjay (Merlin, though I read it only knowing Arthurian legends in general) is a “poor kid goes to a posh university, rooms with the literal prince of Wales” m/m slash story that only really mentions the class and money issues in passing, but gets points for doing it at all.

[detective-giggles]

Last line tag!

Tagged by: @morganaspendragonss @ravens-words and @breannacasey!! Thank youuuuu!

Rules: write the last line from a WIP and Tag as many people as there are words in the line.

I’m at a little standstill with this WIP while I figure out what to use it for. I’ve had the idea in my head for a bit, and @noxsoulmate encouraged me to bring it to life yesterday:

“It hurts… it hurts to know you weren’t enough and to always wonder why.”

I’m not gonna tag that many people but: @djdangerlove @marchingatmidnight @thatesqcrush @teamsladsandgents @doublel27 @lire-casander @noxsoulmate

[iboatedhere]

Rules: write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Tagged by @marchingatmidnight

“You don’t need to apologize,” TK tells him and Carlos shakes his head. “I’m serious. Listen, my parents…they’re supportive, but trust me, they’re not perfect and neither am I.”

“You seem pretty perfect to me.”

Too many words to tag and I'm shy but if you want to do it you should!

[missweber]

WIP Meme

I was tagged by @wrathofthestag for this, and it came at a good time as I am trying to push past a horrible case of writer’s block/imposter syndrome/general blah-ness.

Rules: post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

From the WIP It’s Only a Change of Time.

Jack slipped the envelope into Shitty's messenger bag, then set about getting the coffee ready.

15 words. Yikes. That’s on me, I guess. I’ll tag the following, plus anyone else who would like to play and get the number to 15. @bigspicysenpai @nonasuch @arliss @marchingatmidnight @marc0bot @insertatitlehere @greenishbucket

[stolligaseptember]

I was tagged by the wonderful @radioactivebroccoli to answer 10 questions and ask 10 new ones!

1. Fav ice cream flavour?

Blueberry, tbh. You can never go wrong with blueberry ice cream.

2. How do you feel about horses?

Respectfully.

3. Reinventing the human race, how many teeth would you give us?

Terrible question, -100/10.

4. A book recommendation!

Well, seeing how I just reread it, and how it’s now the only thing I can think of, Howl’s moving castle by Diana Wynne Jones!!

5. If you moved to a small island and got to name it, what would it be called? (No I haven’t played too much Animal Crossing lately what are you talking about)

The Calm Zone.

6. Invent a university/college course and put three books on the curriculum

Questions that made StolligaSeptember reevaluate her life

Required reading;

Unwind, by Neal Shusterman

Duktiga flickors revansch (Good girls’ revenge), by Birgitta Ohlsson

Finnjävlar (Finnish sons of bitches), anthology, edit. Kristian Borg

7. Sun or moon?

Moooooooooooooooooooooon.

8. Pen or pencil?

Pen. My handwriting is still a mess, but it comes out somewhat neater than with a pencil.

9. If you got an extra room in your home tomorrow, what kind of room would you make it?

A proper bedroom, seeing how I’m currently shoved into my mom’s sewing room.

10. Hummus, thoughts?

Head empty.

My questions;

What is your signature dish?

Favorite childhood book?

Describe your phone lock screen?

Favorite lyric from the last song you listened to?

What was the last thing that made you happy?

What is objectively the best season?

Favorite show right now?

Best childhood memory?

Favorite creative outlet?

Why do you have to “put your two cents in” but it's only a “penny for your thoughts”? Where's that extra penny going to?

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Post Seven Sentences From Your WIP and Tag Seven Others

I was tagged by the lovely @marchingatmidnight, so here we go!  I actually have enough of a fic worth posting, and hopefully sharing this will get my butt in gear so I can finish this thing for FYFW!  This is Patater, set on New Year’s Eve, seven-ish sentences.

Providence sparkles from five floors up.  It’s nothing like the Vegas strip lit up at night, but it’s still pretty nice.  It’s quaint.  It’s enough.  For just a second, Kent thinks what it would be like to call this city home.  What it would be like to have somebody to come home to at the end of a long roadie, here.

Jack probably thinks it’s nice.  Kent wonders if Alexei likes it.

It’s quiet on the balcony, only the faintest bass and chatter making its way through the glass doors.  Kent doesn’t really know why he came out here into the cold instead of finding some other way to avoid Alexei, but now that he’s out here it’s not like he can go right back in. 

Just as he’s considering how weird it would be to go right back into that sweaty party, he hears a whoosh as the sliding doors open, and out steps Jack.

“What’re you doing out here, Kenny?”

I can’t think of anyone who would want to do this who hasn’t been tagged already, so if you’re seeing this and want to post something from your WIP, consider yourself tagged!