#seven sentence tuesday

[telomeke-bbs]

Seven Sentence Sunday Tuesday - Bad Buddy Edition

I was tagged by the lovely @dimplesandfierceeyes (whose Tumblr name I will forever love, because it's our beloved boys Lak Yim and Ai Dtaa Kheet after all 😍) at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰

Writing fiction isn't really my thing, and I don't know much about structure or plot-crafting, or any of the technical intricacies involved in creative writing. I guess I write more about what's already there, and try to back it up with new information I've uncovered.

But I think it might be fun to play this tag game, so I'm going to dip my toe in the water a bit (although I'm gonna do my utmost to stretch the seven-sentence limit 😂), and imagine what it's like to be in the mind of a certain Dimples, on a certain rooftop, at a certain point in his life. 😔

Deep breath here...

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TAKE THAT STEP

"Why? Do you want us to be friends?" I hear the half-cynical words leave my lips before I can help myself.

"No," he whispers, his face contorted with longing.

He goes in for a kiss and I'm ready, but the night air on this rooftop is so cold, and all I can hear now is the sound of rushing wind, the blood roaring through my head as I taste my beloved's salty tears on my lips, mixed with my own, they taste like my own, so familiar now because tears are old friends after all, tears and ghostly memories, old friends who've come back to visit me again tonight, as they have so many nights before.

We pull apart, hot breath on our faces.

"Take him. He's yours. Go for it," says the voice within me, but I can barely make it out over the sound of my own voice from days past, roaring like the blood in my head: "Things don't end well whenever I'm close to you Things Don't End Well Whenever I'm Close To You THINGS DON'T END WELL WHENEVER I'M CLOSE TO YOU–"

And we're so close – HE'S SO CLOSE... "Not yours, never was, never will be, never ever – don't you dare, take him he's yours, he wants you, this is no time for reasoning, TAKE THAT STEP, taste your beloved, just one more time, just once, just once, just once, close your eyes and he'll be yours forever in this one moment and never again, never again, TAKE THAT STEP–"

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[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

so this is another fic I started on my vacation (I started three, and had one idea I haven't started yet lol - and one is already posted) - also, the two weeks here might change bc I'm struggling with the timeline (which doesn't matter but also it does lol) but I'll figure it out haha

(I'm still writing all my other wips btw, and gonna get to all the asks, but the writing beans have been gone lately, and I've been too exhausted lol - and my brain is so all over the place with my wips, idk what I wanna get to more)

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Evan knows he’s in love with Tommy about two weeks into their relationship.

(...)

They still barely know each other, but Evan knows. He can’t explain why, can’t explain how, he just knows. Tommy Kinard is it for him.

The moment he realizes it with utmost clarity is nothing special, really. He just spent the night at Tommy’s – not the first one, but it’s still new enough to fill him with nervous, giddy excitement, butterflies swirling in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt in years before Tommy. Everything about Tommy makes him feel like this. Tommy’s eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching adorable smile; Tommy’s eyes, always so fond when he looks at him; Tommy’s lips that taste so amazing Buck never wants to stop kissing him; Tommy’s big, big hands that feels so good in Buck’s, those strong arms and broad shoulders… – just everything about Tommy. At first Buck thought it’s the newness of this, of Tommy, of knowing about his bisexuality. But he’s also gotten so comfortable with Tommy in such a short time, and it doesn't even really feel new anymore, he knows it must be just him, must be Tommy making him feel like a giddy teen with a crush. Except the way this feels… Buck’s a grown man with tons of experience, and he knows how infatuation feels, how a simple crush and attraction feels, how real love feels. And he knows, deep down in his core, in his soul, in his heart, that this is real, that this is definitely more than a crush. This is what love feels like.

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no pressure tags (lmk if you wanna be added or removed):

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[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Sunday, everyone! With the Time Loop AU finally finishing, it seems most fitting to share one more little snippet, though this feels more like a tease, before the first chapter is goes up this week! Let me know if you want to be tagged when it does :)

After checking around him for a second time, he goes to Google and types in: I think I’m in a time loop.

“I’ve got to be losing my mind.” He mutters to himself as he scrolls through the results. Carlos knows he’s a level headed guy but he’s also someone who’s based in truth; and the truth is, he can’t think of any other explanation for why today has gone the way it has.

He spends about thirty minutes combing through articles, forum posts, basically anything he can get his hands on. He finds a couple that he plans to revisit a little later in the day, but for the most part, he’s not getting any answers.

Everything he’s read about has to do with people feeling like they’re stuck in life; like they’re so stuck in a mundane circle of time that everything has started to feel too familiar.

Carlos can empathize with that, of course he can. That thought process was the only thing traveling through his mind this morning, but with the way the rest of the day has gone, it can’t be that.

Remembering Beau’s face, his canine tooth, his Appalachian drawl, that wasn’t born out of the mundane, it couldn’t have been. Causing mayhem to O’Connell’s lunch plans because he already knew the answer to a question he never asked, that couldn’t have been an accident.

This isn’t monotony, this is a replica.  

Thanks for the tags:

@honeybee-taskforce, @welcometololaland, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@vineofroses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, @orchidscript, @sznofthesticks

@reyesstrand, and @eclectic-sassycoweyes!

No pressure tagging:

@carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @theghostofashton, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise

@heartstringsduet, @herefortarlos, @paperstorm, @your-catfish-friend, @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@ambiguouspenny, @freneticfloetry, @sanjuwrites, @safeaswrites, @lightningboltreader

@louis-ii-reyes-strand, @literateowl, @ladytessa74, @never-blooms, @nancygillianmvp

@mikibwrites, @goldenskykaysani, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and here's an open tag :)

[carlos-tk]

not sunday, not seven, what else is new

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom @fallout-mars @janto4ev 💗

“Doesn’t a birthday mean I get whatever I want? Because I want you,” he pleads, practically whining now.

“Well,” Carlos begins, gripping TK’s wrist lightly before giving it a tight squeeze, “you can get what you want.”

TK’s eyes look hopeful that he can convince Carlos to live a little.

Carlos brings his lips to TK’s ear, his breath ghosting across it as he speaks.

“Later, in the privacy of our own home,” he whispers against it.

He groans again and throws his head back in frustration, “you’re not playing fair baby.”

Carlos takes a step back and a huffs a laugh out, “life ain’t fair baby, now what do you want to eat?” he asks in an attempt to get TK to focus.

He watches the smirk form on his features, the way his eyebrows raise suggestively, his tongue peeking out to lick his own bottom lip as his mouth curls into a sly grin.

Carlos rolls his eyes when he realises the accidental innuendo, a perfect opportunity placed right in TK’s lap.

“Do not say me,” he says as a warning and TK lets a loud laugh bubble out of his chest.

everyone’s done this by now but targeted tags for @celeritas2997 and @alrightbuckaroo 👀

+ usual list under the cut 💗

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+ an open tag for you 💖

[becausebuckley]

tidbit tuesday

it's tuesday somewhere in the world still! i was tagged by @inell, thank you!! here's another bit of my baby DO get greedy fic wherein eddie doesn't quite realise how okay buck is with things like cuddling now that they're dating. the answer is very okay. buck loves it. eddie needs to figure that out still. he'll get there eventually lol i promise tagging you! yes you! i've tagged you!

When Eddie wakes, he’s more comfortable than he’s ever been. The new comforter is soft against his skin, there’s a perfect band of pressure wrapped around his waist, and the pillow underneath his cheek is just the right density. Eddie thinks Buck was wrong about him needing to replace his pillows, because this doesn’t feel wrong at all. It feels kind of perfect, actually. He lazily rubs his cheek against it, sighing in contentment.

“Good morning to you too,” a voice says from somewhere above his head. Eddie doesn’t really register at first, but then his pillow moves, and there’s a soft pressure on his head, and everything clicks into place all at once.

Buck.

“Morning,” Eddie says back, already working to untangle himself. It turns out to be a rather difficult task, considering he’s wrapped up in both a blanket cocoon and a boyfriend who isn’t really cooperating. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Buck sounds confused. Eddie has pulled back enough to be able to see his face. The remnants of a blissful expression are fading away, a hazy smile being replaced with a frown. Eddie wants to do something about it, kiss it away or smooth his fingers over it, let them linger on Buck’s birthmark, maybe, but he can’t. It’s already too much.

[thewolvesof1998]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @jeeyuns (early but its already Tuesday night for me-it's that NZ time)

This is a secret fic that I started yesterday and only one person knows about it 👀 And if all goes to plan I'll be posting it in the next few days...

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and heads for his truck. He throws his useless toolkit in the back seat before getting behind the wheel. It only takes him fifteen minutes to get home and he really wishes that he lived further away from his aunt. He sits in his driveway for a conspicuous amount of time but he can't seem to get his legs working, something akin to panic making his body feel like lead. Buck will be texting him any minute now, asking where he is, he knows how long it takes from his Tia’s, which seems like intimate knowledge but Buck’s been intertwined with his family for about as long as he has known him. Just last week he’d helped Eddie fix Tia Pepa’s back fence and afterwards they had driven home in Eddie’s truck, Buck behind the wheel and trying not to be distracted by Eddie’s hand on his clothed cock. Buck had definitely run some reds and almost caused a fender bender but it had only taken them ten minutes to get home that day.

It was supposed to be a funny, lighthearted fic but it's by me so of course it's got some angst.

tagging: @wikiangela @wildlife4life ​ @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33​ @bekkachaos @buddierights @spagheddiediaz @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff @evanbegins @giddyupbuck @sammysouffle @smilingbuckley @jamespearce9-1-1 @carrierofthepaperclips @callmenewbie

[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

Seven Sentence Tuesday

Thank you @cannibal-nightmares for the tag! I’ll post a WIP of one of the two fics I’m currently working on.

Trigger warning for what is technically self-harm/mutilation

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Stein pressed the shining blade of one of his numerous scalpels into the plushness of his arm, dragging it through his flesh, beads of blood spilling from the wound as he hissed at the sharp, stinging pain.

He placed his bloodied scalpel down onto a steel tray, grabbing one of his many small, glass slides, allowing the crimson liquid to drip down onto its clear frame. He slid the slide over the surface of the wound, collecting all that he could, before placing the slide under his microscope.

A childlike and curious glint appeared in his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips, ultimately replacing his typically flat expression as he zoomed in through the lens onto the blood - an entirely new world appearing before his eyes as he intently observed each cell that made up the ever-flowing liquid on his left arm, as he had forgotten to bandage the injury.

The furious nerves in his arm shot pained shocks throughout the limb, of which he ignored as he giggled elatedly to himself, bouncing his right leg up and down repeatedly.

He, too, paid no mind to the gentle flickering of his desk lamp, nor to the creaking of the door opening and the chatter of a familiar group of individuals, and certainly not to the rubbery pitter patter of Spirit’s slick, black dress shoes right outside of his bedroom door.

“Hey, Stein, everyone’s here if you’d like to say ‘hi’,” Spirit stood in the doorway, eyeing Stein’s hunched over body suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

……

I genuinely don’t know who to tag, as everyone I interact with has already been tagged (I think).

[firstsprinces]

**This is one of three tag posts for tonight, so I hope you’re all right with seeing three posts from me! I will be spacing them out hourly so it’s not all at once. If you’ve tagged me in anything I will be responding sometime tonight!!

First one! Thank you to @unstoppablemistake. You’ve only been here a day and you’re already beating me to tags?! I also loved the sentences you’ve chosen to post and I’m sitting here knowing there’s so much more to it!

This share is short in length but BIG into what this AU is about. I’ve chosen to finally set this secret free as a holiday gift to all of you for being so invested into this. I’m very nervous/curious to see if you’ll still want to read this WIP of mine after this reveal.

Or, maybe I can be sneaky with this post and it will be one of the lost because it’s the holidays. I’d rather have you either spending time with your loved ones, or just relaxing because it’s the end of the year and you deserve it!

OR, you decide to completely skip over this post and keep impatiently waiting while I continuously tease until it’s posted! It’s up to you if you want to go into this fic blind until it’s up on AO3!

Okay, I’m rambling now just to stall 😬

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as concentration takes over him, but not to the point where his brain loses focus on the voice coming through his radio. The point of his pen presses where his previous marking left off, ink bleeding into the thin paper, so he relieves the pressure on it so his map remains precise. He makes sure to bring the wooden ruler up against his last drawn ‘X’ so everything matches up perfectly.

The reporter’s voice starts to explain the last leads that had been given to the police have turned out to be a dead end, which isn’t the first time this has occurred. Henry can’t help but wonder if tonight’s update will conclude in the same way. Nonetheless, these false claims will never deter Henry from keeping up with the possible whereabouts of “The Boxcar Bandit”.

If you chose to read this, I am selfishly wishing it’s making you scream with delight.

This tag is open to anyone, but most likely past due. I hope you’ve been enjoying your holidays and have a Happy New Year. I’m unsure if I’ll be too active until then, except for celebrating the NYE KISS and posting for an exchange!

[blaewen]

As I haven’t been here in a long time I literally don’t know what’s going on anymore. Especially with fox writers/readers!

Can someone explain to me what the various days of the week are for? I extrapolated a bit but I’d love it if someone could explain it to me.

For now I’ve seen:

- tease tid-bit Tuesday

- fuck it Friday

- seven sentences Sunday

Is there more? What’s the difference? I’d love to know! Please someone infodump on me!

Is this 911 fandom exclusive? Because that’s all I’ve been seeing on my dash, even if I follow several fandoms.

[silivren-vera]

Seven sentence Tuesday

Arthur huffed, rolling them up into a ball under his arm. "He's just being pissy. Heat must be -" 

A batarang lodged in the pier post beside him. 

"Alright, I'm going!" Arthur yelled back down the stairs. "Pissy control freak," he muttered, diving into the water. 

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

Joining the open tag with newest story idea

Doesn't have a name, so for now lets call it... The Blind

---(this should be seven sentences)

Above what remained of Toledo the atmosphere was alight. That which remained, that is, for there was precious little of that remaining.

At roughly thirty-five-thousand miles per hour a shuttle was barreling towards the planet, its metal body sparking the sky. Thirty-five-thousand was too fast for a normal body to remain conscious, and so The Passenger wasn’t. They didn’t not notice the way her shuttle shred itself by the second. They hadn’t seen the plume of ash and other that they sped through, dotting the hull with pinpricks the size of a baseball. And they was powerless to stop the crash; it was coming any second now.

✨Heads up, Seven Sentence Sunday 🧞‍♂️✨

Thank you for the heads up seven up tags @mysticstarlightduck here, @topazadine here, and the Seven Sentence Sunday tag @justabigoldnerd here! I appreciate y’all 💛✨

“Noah, these people are going to be your coworkers someday—”

“—Don’t remind me.” Noah shook his head in disgust. “Ugh. Here….” He walked over to his roommate and roughly shrugged off his backpack, pushing it into Ali’s arms. “….take it.”

“I don’t want to go without you….” Ali shook his head as he gently nudged the bag back into Noah’s hands.

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[itsguysnightitsironic]

"Gresca i destrucció, riurem i ens penedirem, el cremarem el dimarts i patirem fins el diumenge."

"Party and destruction, we will laugh and repent, we will set him on fire on Tuesday and we will suffer until next Sunday."

I almost forgot the whole Carnestoltes and Vella Quaresma celebration when it literally goes hand in hand with OAUW themes.

Some context under the threat:

- The Carnestoltes i la Vella Quaresma represent the two extremes of the balance, the excess, "El rei Carnestoltes", and the abstinence, "la Vella Quaresma".

As the story sings: the King Carnestoltes brings party and joy for days, but after a whole week of partying, no sleeping and "sinning", the people find themselves exhausted, with their homes destroyed and no food for the winter.

So Carnestoltes is sentenced to death by the stake on Tuesday and on Wednesday "El dimecres de cendra" (Ash Wednesday) starts the 40 days of penitence (no meat, no eggs...) marked by the seven legs of the Vella Quaresma who loses one every week, ending in Pasqua (the return of Spring).

-The style is inspired by the nostalgia and softness of Pere Torné Esquius illustrations.

"Venedora de globus" cap els 1907 de Pere Torné i Esquius.

-Also, also, the demons represent the Correfocs, pyrotechnics spectacles made by adults and children dressed as demons throwing fire and spurns around.

Diables de les Corts fotos de Albert Pedra 2019

Which is the coolest thing ever. Also there's dragons dances.

Correfoc de Manresa 2011

This is a threat for you to forget Sant Valentine and go watch Correfocs-

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Clone baby AU TimKonBartCassie

Part 1

"Don't be mad."

Tim is more than aware he might not be the most sane, he also is more than aware that sometimes he does things that can be considered rage inducing or morally wrong but he can't say he regrets his choices.

Especially when she's seven pounds four ounces and just holding her makes him ready to burn the whole word down.

A perfect blend of him, Kon, Bart, and Cassie which oddly enough was extremely difficult to do since as it turns out genetic sequencing which is already absurdly complicated gets even worse when you add two more people.

She's perfect.

It was a spur of the moment decision a nightmare that drove him right back into the center of his grief.

He was staring at his previous cloning calculations and for a moment he was so incrediblely selfish.

He wanted a piece of his friends proof in a way of how deeply devoted he is to them. Something that no matter what couldn't be taken from him, something he could love unconditionally.

In a darker part of his mind he admits that the baby, his child who is incredible could have been just his and Kon's a half kryptonian but in his experience that is still too mortal.

But combined with a speedster and demigod he might have just made an unbeatable weapon. Not that his little girl will ever be that, he won't allow it.

"Tim is that a baby?" Kon gasps.

He only had held her for five minutes the greatest thing in the word had only been alive for ten minutes before he raced to titans tower holding his precious cargo.

All of them, the other parents? His friends sitting peacefully watching some program completely unaware of what's he's done. Not that it stayed that way for long.

"Is that Luci?" Bart asks.

All of them turn even Tim completely shocked his entire explanation that he had been planning for the last few hours gone with one sentence.

"Bart do you know this random baby? Also Luci what kind of name is that? Tim why do you have a baby?Cassie demands trying to sound stern but everyone can tell is beyond confused.

Bart who had gotten up walks not an once of speed the calmest any of them have ever seen, over to him a soft smile directed at apperently Luci although Tim agrees wth Cassie it's a weird name and not what he was planning.

"Our son, and Luci is a nickname, and if I'm right Tim just spent the last twenty four-ish hours creating him."

Before he can comprehend half of what Bart just said. Luci?

Is being cradled head perfectly surported by the speedster along with soft cooing from said speedster looking so natural as if fatherhood was created just for him.

Finally he finds his voice.

"Daughter, but Bart is right she's ours."

A giggle interrupts the cooing before a smirk paints Bart's face.

"No it's definitely son but it will be a good few years before he's able to voice that specific issue, not that it's much of an issue with all the money your daddy has isn't that right little lightening?"

And once again Bart is back to being absurdly attractive holding their child that Tim is getting a feeling he had prior knowledge of. Who also is trans? Maybe? which is completely fine of course but back to the whole Bart clearly knows something.

"Imp, ok I get the whole Rob made a baby with our DNA thing. No offense but I'm not exactly surprised Sunshine, your crazy we love that about you, but Bart why are you talking like you already know them."

Kon asks sounding very tired which Tim is a little offended by, he's not crazy.

Also how dare he be so accepting of Tim's cloned child as if this is Tuesday and Tim does this everyday he definitely does not, he's not Batman well ok maybe a little bit like him but still.

Wow Tim is way to sleep deprived if this is his inner monologue right now.

"Because I do. Lilith right? That's the name you had in mind apperently he doesn't actually mind you going with that for now since in his own words it inspires his much scarier name. God I love that kid."

Tim blanks.

He swallows throat suddenly really dry.

"Bart did you go to the future?"

He is trying to process but is now very scared is a time line fractured? Could his child not exist, and nevermind the whole Bart apperently already has insider info on the child his child that Tim just made ten fucking minutes ago.

"Oh no nothing like that."

He laughes out as if Bart hasn't been sitting on life changing information for who knows how long. Which is also extremely hypocritical of him considering secret child and timeline shenanigans that he was just panicking over.

"Our wonderful, gremlin, of a child ran into me actually some evil rouge with Time Travel powers which was a whole thing."

He pauses clearly rejoicing in some memory of their child that again Tim you know his mother wasn't privy to. Even though Tim is a man which would make him Dad but he created the baby so he should have been the first to have fond memories.

"I went to interrupt said fight not knowing and your child, yah Robie he was hundred percent your child, threw a DNA test in my face told me to get out of his way and absolutely demolished the dude before who I believe and I am just speculating here, was your brother's kid grabbed the dude and threw him into some weird portal before vanishing."

Tim is gonna lose his fucking mind his baby who he just created.

Grows up to be a superhero which alright not surprising, but also apperently one of his siblings has a child also not surprising. But they apperently travel through time together and cause chaos how fucking lovely he is starting to feel really guilty about everything with Bruce.

Oh my god he has to tell Bruce. But first.

"Which sibling?"

He doesn't actually know what's he's hoping for maybe Dick's kid yah, a sunshine child, chaotic but nice yah that sounds like a good influence. On once again his twenty minute old son? Daughter something? Whatever baby.

"Well based on the guns, and arrows that were floating around. You also can't forget the helmet I would say that was Arsenal and Red Hood's very own precious bundle but Luci wouldn't give me a straight answer but what would you expect when we raised him."

Tim's tired very tired he doesn't even stop himself from face planting onto the floor. Everything will make more sense after a nap a very long nap.

Oh my god Jason procreated is his last thought before he falls into a nightmare filled sleep.

[hippolotamus]

(More than) Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by the always talented @thewolvesof1998 mi amor @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @wikiangela @callmenewbie @buddierights @eddiebabygirldiaz 😘 (don't forget to check their snippets if you haven't!)

Another snippet of come close (let me be home) aka Bridgerton au. Prev snippets here. I'm kinda really in love with this section from Buck's POV. Takes place during the initial horse race in the park.

Now, with the morning chill on his face, and riding cloak wrapped around him, Evan knows he’s got a superior plan for unwinding. He’s not all that familiar with the land, but that seems all the more reason to explore it. Even under a blanket of fog, the sprawling landscape of green hills and forests call to him. With every hoofbeat against the earth, carrying him further from proper society, his nerves unfurl and his blood sings.  It makes him think of riding with Maddie when they were young and still permitted to be children. She would take him to all the places they weren’t technically supposed to go. Through fields and abandoned structures at the edge of the Buckley estate. He attempted tricks on his horse and Maddie patched him up when it inevitably didn’t go well.   They also regularly played hide and seek in the gardens, chasing each other among roses and topiaries and fountains. Evan would stand next to each one, imitating their ridiculous poses, pretending to spit water from his mouth, just to make Maddie laugh. A feat that became more and more difficult the older they got.   No matter what argument he had, his sister always insisted she was fine. Doing well, even. But he could see how her features slowly lost their glow. How the radiant sunshine no longer reached her eyes and her smile grew more frail. Like a porcelain doll that might crack with the slightest touch.

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“[redacted]” TK remarks, stretching the word out obnoxiously.

Carlos’ expression is unimpressed, as he shakes his head, dark curls bouncing lightly, a soft tendril falling across his forehead.

TK gingerly steps forward, trapping himself between Carlos and the bench. One of his hands takes ahold of the familiar jut of Carlos’ hip bone, his other hand reaching up as he gently flicks the wayward hair away. He giggles as it falls right back in in place atop his head, Carlos flinching from the intrusion.

“Baby,” he implores, poking his pointer finger into Carlos’ chest, flashing him the well practised sweet, flirty smile that can usually get him anything he wants.

“Are you on the menu?” he asks gleefully, his hand trailing across Carlos’ left pec, thumbing the soft flesh of his nipple as it hardens, following in with a sharp pinch that causes Carlos to yelp.

Carlos let’s out an exasperated groan, “Nice try baby, but we actually need to eat something with sustenance, counter all that energy we burnt off last night hmm?” he smirks, stepping even closer into TK’s space, moulding their bodies together as one.

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[colubrina]

How I Got My Agent, Take Two

I’m so ridiculously over the top happy to say I’ve signed with a literary agent to sell my magical bookbinder book.  This has been a long process that started in 2017, and I’m genuinely overjoyed.

It played out thus:

Write book one.

Write book two. Query the book.

Write book three. Query the book.

Write book four. Get into Pitch Wars with the book. (Yay!) Query the book.

Write book five. Get into Author Mentor Match with the book. (Yay!) Query the book.

Write book six.

Write book seven.

Write book eight.

Write book nine.

Get a Revise and Resubmit offer from an agent for book five. Do it.

Start querying book six.

Get an offer from the R&R (Yay!)

Write book ten.

Book five dies on submission.

Start writing book eleven.

My agent and I amicably part ways.

Start writing book twelve.

Finish querying book six.

Query book ten.

Start writing book thirteen.

Go back to book eleven.

Go to a live pitch event. Pitch book eleven to two agents. Neither likes it. One asks what else I’m working on, and when I do the one sentence pitch for book twelve, says, “I could sell that.”

Pivot to finishing that book.

Query book twelve, sending queries first to four agents who only want queries and who are actively requesting off those queries. Get a 75% request rate. Query is fire. Check.  Unfortunately, every agent rejects when they see the opening pages, which turn out not to be fire.

Revise opening

Resume querying book twelve.  In case you’ve lost count, while this is the twelfth book I’ve written, it’s ‘only’ the seventh I’ve queried.

Finish drafting book thirteen in NaNo. Revise. Send to CPs.

Have existential crisis on a Tuesday. Meltdown on Tumblr. Weep in my living room. All my books have failed.  I do not know how to write a better book.  Maybe I should give up. This turns out to be a very well-timed dark night of the soul within the narrative.

Get two full requests for book twelve on Wednesday.

Get an email telling me one of my short stories has been held for consideration on Thursday.

On Friday get an email that the woman who handles submissions for one of those agents from Wednesday loved the book but she doesn’t think it’s a great fit for the agent I queried.  Would I mind if she forwarded it in-house to a different agent?  In shocking news, I would not mind this. 

On Monday, get an email asking for a call.

On Wednesday, which is Valentine’s Day, have a call with the agent.  She’s lovely in every way, her thoughts on the book are so good, every editorial idea she floats is good. Like, really good.  She is super enthusiastic about repping the book and offers to do so.

There is an etiquette requirement at this point that I tell any agent who has the book that I have an offer on the table and give them two weeks to respond, so I go around nudging all the agents with a full (four people) and several agents who only have a query. Three more agents request fulls. The rejections start trickling in.  People are very sweet and complimentary, and I am deeply, deeply relieved that I never waver from how much I adore the original offering agent.

I sign with her on February 29.

Final stats for Book Twelve (THE ARCHIVE OF THE WORLD):

Total Queries Sent:  39 Requests Before Offer: 8 (20.5% request rate) Request Rate Including Post-Offer Requests: 28.2%

Year I Started this Nonsense:  2017 Total Queries Sent across 7 books:  456

Takeaway wisdom:  The query trenches are a soul-mangling machine into which we all keep putting our souls and most of us don’t make it out unmangled.  I am not unmangled. BUT, I am a persistence hunter, and I will walk steadily towards publishing until it lies down in exhaustion and gives up.

Thanks for hanging out with me as I do.

Also, this book is so much fun.  You’re going to love it.