#wip snippet tag

[druidx]

WIP Snippet

I got tagged by @bretongirlwrites for a WIP snip. Although maybe this doesn't count because I've subsequently decided to abandon the WIP...

This is from Fun at the Faire, which I started 4yrs ago and have no recollection of what it was supposed to be about (aside from the SRU senior team being at a spring fetê), but this line made me laugh:

"And why is Millicent here?" asked Elo. "Because," Farren said, "Millie deserves a treat for dealing with you." "It's true," Millicent said, eating an iced dessert, "I do."

If you see this then you've been tagged. I want that snippet on my desk by next Tuesday.

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

another snippet of the barbecue fic (aka another snippet of buck being horny for his boyfriend lmao I swear this is a wholesome fluffy family fic haha), this is my priority now, I wanna finish it soon so send all the motivation haha <3

prev snippet

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“Behave.” He scolds with no heat behind it.

“Mhm, yessir.” Buck purrs, his lips moving across Tommy’s bare shoulder. 

“Fuck.” Tommy breathes out and completely stills, and Buck can’t really see his face but he knows his boyfriend closed his eyes and is trying to calm down – which can’t be easy with Buck still plastered against his back. “This food is gonna burn if you keep this up. And we have guests to feed.” He adds, and as if to make a point, he flips a slightly overdone burger, Buck hindering his movements just a little bit.

Before he can respond, he hears another voice get through the chatter and music and reach his ears.

“Buck!” Chimney calls, and Buck looks over his shoulder to find everyone’s eyes on him, amused expressions on their faces. “Don’t distract our cook, we’re starving!”

“I’m just scolding him for taking his shirt off.” Buck says easily, then adds a little louder, to Tommy but making sure everyone hears, “Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself, you’re a firefighter, you should know better.” He shakes his head, and Tommy looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re gonna pretend like you don’t approve?”

“Oh, I so don’t, Tommy, at all.” Buck tries to keep a straight face, but a chuckle bubbles out of him anyway. “You’re such a distraction, this is dangerous for everyone here.”

“I think you’re the only one with that problem, Buckaroo.” Hen laughs, and only then Buck remembers everyone’s still paying attention to them. It’s so easy to get lost in Tommy, to feel like it’s just them, even in a crowd of people. So distracting. It’s a hazard, really. He should keep Tommy away from everyone, preferably locked in the bedroom with him, for everyone’s safety.

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

@dr-shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @ladydorian05 @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @rainbow-nerdss @pirrusstuff @bucks-daddy-issues @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazheartsbuckley @giddyupbuck @thewolvesof1998 @underwaterninja13 @your-catfish-friend @kinard-buckley @evansboyfriend @beyourownanchor6 @weewootruck @kirkaut @jewishbuckley @loveyouanyway @daffi-990 @lonelychicago @bibuckkinard @spotsandsocks @bucked-it-up @theotherbuckley @drcloyd @bidisasterevankinard @hippolotamus @girlwonder-writes @perfectlysunny02 @dadbodbuck @kinkleydiaz @diazsdimples @aringofsalt

[girlsdads]

tagged by @annebd for WIP wednesday friday... instead of a WIP snippet have something that i don't really know what else to do with but i didn't hate so :-)

Max’s phone lights up with Daniel’s name while he’s sitting in hospitality the morning of race day. It’s face-up on the arm of the sofa—Max watches as it catches the eye of Lawson next to him. Possessiveness rises like bile in his throat. He snatches the phone as quickly as he can, cradles it to his chest like that would erase the letters of Daniel’s name from Lawson’s memory.

“Whatever, mate,” Lawson quips, rolling his eyes. Like anyone was talking to him, anyway. Like Max gives a fuck if he’s here or not. Like they’re mates, and he’s not someone Max is contractually obligated to be cordial to.

“Clean up your crumbs, when you are finished,” Max says as he stands, sweeping his gaze pointedly over the spray of chocolate chip muffin debris covering Lawson’s lap and the sofa cushion beside him. He doesn’t wait for Lawson’s response before stalking from the room. He thinks about the stacks of keto-friendly protein bars going stale back in his motorhome and hates Lawson that much more.

Max waits until he’s closed the motorhome door behind him to open Daniel’s text.

It’s stupid, he knows, to want to do this in private. Everyone knows he talks to Daniel still, probably no one would think it strange or pathetic for Max to be texting him now. Daniel had said—Max had known he wouldn’t be here, this weekend, or any weekend. Max understands, in his own way, despite how bereft he always feels, during.

But. It is a race day and Daniel is texting him. Daniel hasn’t texted on a race weekend since, well—since. He had facetimed the day after Brazil, relaxed and happy and congratulating Max from New York. They keep a running conversation during off weeks, Daniel sending picture after picture of himself with arms around his friends, some Max knows, some he doesn’t. Max saves the photos to a hidden folder on his phone, crops them all so it’s only Daniel. Sometimes it leaves him missing an arm, or two, but he can’t stand to see Daniel with all these people who aren’t Max. In turn, Max sends him videos of the cats, memes he hopes will make Daniel laugh, updates on the funny-looking bird that has been building a nest on Max’s balcony.

(That’s my—what’s the little animal friend that witches have—my familiar, Maximus! I sent him to watch over you, obviously. Be nice to him.) That message had gone into the secret folder, too.

Race weekends are radio silence. Max has come to terms with that, knows it isn’t personal, that it’s an open wound Daniel is nursing. So for Daniel to reach out, today of all days, Max can’t help the stab of yearning in his belly. It could be an important day, for Max, maybe Daniel decided—maybe he’s said he’s hopped a plane, he’s driving out from LA, he’ll be here before the chequered flag—

Max couldn’t bear it if anyone else were around, if that’s not what Daniel’s message says. Even alone, he feels like a hermit crab that’s outgrown its shell, hope leaving him soft-bellied and vulnerable.

He swipes open his and Daniel’s message chain.

Daniel’s not coming to Vegas. At least, that’s not what he’s texted.

The text is a picture. Max’s eyes are drawn immediately to Daniel, though he’s only in about one quarter of the frame. If he was trying to take a selfie, he did not do such a good job--it's mostly a shot of the dusty-red ground, Daniel's beautiful face peeking in from the top corner. He’s wearing his dirt biking clothes, sweat darkening the pits of his long sleeves where his arm is lifted to make a thumbs-up. His pinky still doesn't quite fold in next to the rest of his fingers. Max wants to kiss the careful bend of his knuckle.

It's a few long moments before Max even registers what's etched into the earth behind Daniel. It is very obvious, then, why Daniel is sending this now. There in the California dirt, Daniel has used a stick or maybe even one of his long, lovely fingers to write 3 + 1 = 4. A wobbly heart is drawn around the whole thing.

Max is infinitely grateful for the lack of prying eyes as he sinks slowly to the floor. He draws his knees up to his chest and cradles the phone in cupped hands, as if the message will be sucked back into the ether if he grips too tightly. He lightly taps to full-screen the image, zooms in on Daniel's face. The soft, almost awkward smile is the same one Max has only ever seen directed at him. He knows this, because he's spent years cataloguing Daniel's interactions with others, longing and longing. Daniel never makes that face at anyone else.

Max's phone buzzes as another text comes through. Daniel's hands reaching through the wire to squeeze Max's heart until it leaks out between his fingers.

Always cheering for you, Max. Give 'em hell for me.

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

I was tagged by so many lovely people in tag games recently and I've just been slacking 😔 thank you to @eddiebabygirldiaz, @devirnis, @honestlydarkprincess, and @tizniz for the wip wednesday tag 💕 I don't think I've shared anything from this one before... But here, have some bucktommy petplay:

“Poor thing.” Tommy’s voice is overly sweet, igniting the fire of humiliation in the pit of Buck’s belly as he gets his hand on the swell of Buck’s ass. “You’d do anything to get off right now, wouldn’t you? You don’t even care that someone could come over and see you like this.” It’s not a question, they both know it’s true, but Buck nods anyway. His head feels disconnected from his body as it wobbles on his neck.

Tommy laughs again and it makes Buck’s face burn impossibly hotter. The threat of someone walking by and seeing Buck like this, lust drunk and gagging to get off, only serves to make the fire in his belly threaten to flashover and consume him whole.

“You’d let me bend you over the hood of my truck and fuck you right here, wouldn’t you? Just as long as you get stuffed full of cock, you don’t care.”

There isn’t enough oxygen left in the world for how hard Buck is sucking in air. The back of his head hits the passenger window with a thunk, too heavy for him to hold it up anymore.

Tommy brushes his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip, dragging the soft flesh down and exposing Buck’s teeth. “Do you think you’ve earned it, puppy? Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

Tagging whoever has something to share <3

[thatdeadaquarius]

Soon.

☆

With a puzzled squint, you could see the adeptus was running over what you said in his mind, trying to parse out the meaning. Xiao then threw his head up out of his slight bow, almost glaring at you, “There is no task nor person more important than guarding you, my Lord. I will stand guard, worry not about my state.”

Nodding to you, he abruptly turned on his heel to shift to the side of the entrance to the mansion, his spear tall and ready. You’d have twitched a smile at him if you could, as you're sure he’s gotten a little more comfortable with you than when you first officially met. You’re also sure from meeting Zhongli just once in person that he’d have a small heart attack if he saw some of Xiao’s informal behavior.

But you’re glad he hasn’t, the more relaxed they are, especially considering your form, the better.

You duck inside, though the ceilings are so raised that you don’t have to go that low surprisingly. Huh, it was nice to be anticipated in a building usually sized for human heights. Wow. You’ve really reached the point of casually calling yourself inhuman.

…well, to be real with yourself right now, it might actually help to get more accustomed to that in case you’re never human again.

You also put that possibility back into the vault at the back of your mind.

☆

HEY I live, again,

I had a big life update what with my sib graduating grad school (getting their masters degree) at the same time we both moved like 2 states over from our home state 😅

and unfortunately, i wasnt able to get my monster of a sequel out in time to post it remotely to get it out to you guys while i was afk

(as i havent had wifi/free time consistently in like 2-3 weeks)

which, phew, im finally able to be settled in one place enough to write again, and have enough time in the day to not be dealing wiht my apartment to write ToT

i hope you guys arent too mad at me! (or have forgotten me?? sobs)

also.

i hear Natlan's coming out. 👀

I don't think it'll be out before i post the full (3 chapters total planned) sequel, but just in case, disclaimer-

🪄I am not to be held liable for not writing about Natlan bc it wasnt out yet woooo🪄

anyway, yeah its also taking a bit bc i wanna post the completed thing all in one go, over the course of like 3 days or so, that way u guys can actually look forward to the next little chapter in a reasonable amount of time lmao

well yknow, if anyones still reading this or my blog lol

happy summer you guys! I hope u all are having a good one so far, esp those of you in school, heart going out to yall fr <33

Catch you on the flip side (ao3 side?)✌️

Safe Travels,

💀♒

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[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag

Ahhhhh im so happy u tagged me @valstarsandgalaxies thank u so muchhhh 🥹🫶🏻

Here’s a little piece of the “babe can I call?” WIP i wrote recently (a 5+1 fic, 5 times John call Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead!)

“Gale,” he breathes, relief flooding him at the sound of that familiar voice. He hears Gale shuffle before he speaks again.

“John? Is that you?”

John took a shaky breath, trying to drown in that voice, willing it to pull the fear from his body. His hand shook as he gripped the phone like a lifeline.

“Are you drunk again?” Gale sighed, his voice heavy with sleep. John felt floaty, dread sitting at the pit of his stomach as he tried to calm his breathing. He felt desperate to make sure Gale is okay. That he’s alive. That he’s still here. He jumped to answer.

“No—not drunk. Gale, I—”

“John? What’s the matter? Where are you?” Gale interrupts, urgency threading through his words.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“Nothing. I’m home. I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have called.”

“Are you okay? You’re kinda freakin’ me out right now.”

Gale sounded concerned—panicked, even, his voice rising in pitch. John took another deep breath, fighting to steady himself.

“I just-just need to hear your voice.”

His eyes burnt with tears, so he closed them, feeling the weight of the night press down on him.

“Did something happen?” Gale’s worry is palpable, and John shook his head even though Gale couldn’t see him, exhaling deeply as the lump in his throat threatened to choke him.

“No. Just wanted to know-needed to know you’re there.” The words were finally out and he felt his stomach clench with anxiety. As if he was expecting Gale to say he wasn’t okay and that he was dead and that these past months of leaving England and flying back home were all a dream. That Bucky was still in Stalag, without Gale, counting the days until something happened and ridded him of this misery-

“I’m here, John,” Gale says softly, voice gentle, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

“You’re okay,” John says shakily.

“Yeah, I’m all in one piece.” A pause. “As okay as I ever was, Bucky.”

Ahhhhh this is going slow but im rlly excited to share snippets 🤭 absolutely no pressure tagging @amiserableseriesofevents @happy-days19 @onyxsboxes @joeyalohadream i’m rlly sorry if you’ve done it already ❤️❤️

[wirlibirb]

@justashana @ct-cactus and whomever else ahha uhhhhhhhhhhh have this, i will be working more on it but irl is murdering me lmao so

music: "The Fine Print" by The Stupendium

edit: EUCK?? I SOMEHOW FORGOT TO MENTION THE POST IT'S REFERRING TO.

[ultravioletbrit]

friday snips

(and probably a bit on saturday also… sorry i'm late 🤫)

Thank you @shoopsthereitis & @arviyya for the tags 💜💜

this is from a fame au that's not even really a wip yet. it's basically a bunch of snippets that will hopefully end up turning into a fic.

“This is all your fault.” Regulus hisses. “How is this my fault?” “You laughed.” “I laughed?” James asks with a laugh. “Yes! Your stupid, loud, distracting laugh made everyone look at us… No, not at us, they looked at you. Then they looked at me and thought we were an us. And they took pictures of us, but we aren’t an us. And now we’re on Twitter as an us and everyone thinks we’re an us, but we are not an us and this is all. your. fault.” Regulus rants getting more and more frustrated.    “You think my laugh is distracting?” James asks. “I… what?” Regulus huffs. “You said I have a stupid, loud, distracting laugh. Do I distract you, Reggie?” James smiles.   “You… that is not a good thing.”   “Are you sure?” James smirks. “Yes.” Regulus hisses and James’ smirks grows. “Stop it.” Regulus snaps. “Stop what… Distracting you?” Regulus seethes. “Right, sorry. You were talking about how we’re not an us. Which is rather confusing because if we’re a we how are we not an us?”

np tags: @messymoony @snarky-magpie @psychoticallykind @weasleytriplets @wordsofwilderness

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Sentences on Saturday

I was tagged by @semperama! Thank you so much!! I love these <3. I've still been working on the blood kink fic (yes, for several weeks, don't look at me 😅), so here's a bit of that!

He tries to break out of Bobby’s hold, and Chimney’s eyes go wide as he lunges forward, shoving hard enough that Buck stumbles back, falling to the ground when Chimney does it again. “I’m not losing both of you, moron!” He yells, palm pressed to his sternum, and suddenly Bobby’s behind Buck, wrapping a hand around each of his biceps to hold him back. “You’re not going over the bridge!”  And that. That’s why. Buck realizes. It’s why Eddie told him about the will. This feeling right here. The crazy trembling in his limbs telling him to go.  It was about Buck taking too many risks in general, sure. But this. Eddie must know what this feels like. Must understand how Chris is the only thing in the world strong enough to keep them from following each other into the dark.  And if he knows that. Buck can’t– And the thing is, Eddie– he falls back on anger. When he’s scared, when he’s concerned, it’s an easy switch to flip. But Buck? He’s never been able to hide like that. Every ill-fitting emotion splitting him open and splaying him wide messy for everyone to see.  It’s happening now. He’s screaming, Eddie’s name scraping out of him and leaving him raw on its way out. It’s the only goddamn thing in his head. And it’s so written into his features that Chim can tell.  And isn’t that just its own reason to lose his mind? 

Tagging @littlefreakbuckley @pairofraggedclaws and @dracculaura if y'all haven't already been tagged and want to play!

[inafieldofdaisies]

Moodboard Monday | Tagged by @neonshrike

WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow / [Redacted Baby Boy]

“Get up.” “You're not here.”, was all he could muster as he tried to ignore her lurking in his peripheral. On most days he welcomed her presence, but not on that one. Not when he couldn't even keep track how long he had been underground anymore. Not when the Herald had taken great pleasure in rubbing that fact in. “It doesn't matter. Get up.”, she moved over to him soundlessly, a determined look on her face, “You promised. You promised you will live. You promised you will make him pay.”

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @lilywatt @imogenkol

@killyourrdarlingss @katsigian @derelictheretic @carlosoliveiraa @voidika

@aceghosts @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot

@theelderhazelnut @raresvtm @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @direwombat

@purplehairsecretlair @la-grosse-patate @elligatorrex @mkdecimation @simplegenius042

@simonxriley @cloudofbutterflies92 @shellibisshe and anyone that would like to do the tag 🤍

[ghostlyboysstories]

Last line tag! Share the last line you wrote! Thanks so much for the tag @finleyorion !!

“You didn’t even know Gracie,” Fallen snarled, “You never stayed up with her when she couldn’t sleep, or talked to her while she cried about her older brother. I did. She went through so much and yet she still held her own and acted like everything was okay! She trusted me and I couldn’t even protect her from a damn Grimm!”

Tagging @theliteraryarchitect @illarian-rambling @the-ellia-west @i98pm

[alienoresimagines]

WIP Thursday

Thank you @majorbuckyegan and @nicijones for tagging me last week 🥹🫶🏻 Apparently I scared some of you with the whumptober snippet yesterday so I thought I'd make amends with some good ol' mutual pining from another fic 😂❤️

“The guy fuckin’ disrespected you,” he sneers like he still hasn’t forgiven the lieutenant. “I’d have fought him if you hadn’t.” Despite the pensive look on John’s face, his words leave no room for debate, as though he’s stating facts set in stone. Someone disrespecting Gale is enough of a reason for a fight. It’s enough for John to fight if Gale hadn’t wanted to himself.

Again, warmth floods his cheeks and his lips twitch uncontrollably into a smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, the knot in his chest loosening. Fighting had admittedly been a stupid thing to do but the way his heart soars at the idea of John standing up for him like it is his god-given duty to almost make him forget that, instead melting a bit more against John’s side. John grins wider and ducks his head closer to Gale’s face with a conspiratory glint in his eyes.

“And you’ve got a goddamn beautiful swing, Buck. Boxing champion worthy,” John grins, eyes crinkling around a sparkle of mirth.

Gale scoffs, ears burning and something light and golden settling over him, feeling pleased to his core even as he shakes his head, eyes finding their way back to the ground. John’s arm is heavy and familiar around his shoulders, and his laugh rings out like the victory bells of a war they’ve not even started.

“Hey, Buckies! Next round’s on me if y’all want to join!”

NP tagging to @sleepr-agent420 @wayrad @amiserableseriesofevents @onyxsboxes @happy-days19 @soliloquy-dawn @polifandom @rangerelizabeth @moghraidhs if they want to ❤️

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @neverevan @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @tizniz @your-catfish-friend

[varpusvaras]

Last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, post your latest line/development you've done for a piece

Tagged by @the-starry-seas!

Fox watches the minute expressions that go over Rex's face. There's a lot of different depths of sadness, longing and reminiscing, but from the way the corner of his mouth is twisted just slightly upwards, some parts of it all are clearly good. Happy. Happy in a way that thinking back to it, and realising that it's all gone brings a new type of sorrow to the surface. A new type of happiness, too, as he is reminded that some parts of it all have survived. Fox knows that Rex knew Padmé Amidala. A lot better than Fox himself, certainly, in a way, despite Fox probably having spent a lot more time in her vicinity than Rex. Rex had known her on a more personal level, as not only as a Senator, but as the person behind her job, as the person someone had loved more than the rest of the Galaxy. Fox knows what Rex is going to say next. Leia tilts her head. "Is everything alright?" She asks. Rex blinks, clearing the memories from his eyes. "Yes", he breathes, and his mouth turns a bit more upwards. "My apologies. You just remind me a lot of my brother."

No specific tagging this time around, but if you see this, go write a sentence to your WIP (and then come share it with the rest of us)

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @try-set-me-on-fire, @mellaithwen, @tizniz, @homerforsure, @princessfbi,

@hoodie-buck , @loserdiaz <3 <3 <3

i have not written much but here's a bit from helicopter crash:

“Hey, no, no— None of that. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.” Tommy taps Evan’s cheek, holding his face between his palms once again. He’s afraid to let go.  A hurt noise rattles from somewhere within Evan’s chest, a wounded bird beating against the bars of his ribcage. “Tom–Tommy?”  “Right here, kid,” Tommy murmurs, swiping his thumbs over the high points of Evan’s cheeks. Evan’s eyes are unfocused, gaze drifting around the cockpit as he struggles to find the source of Tommy’s voice. Tommy’s stomach twists into a painful knot. That doesn’t bode well for the lack of a head injury. Tommy gently tilts Evan’s head so he’s directly facing him. He can see the moment that Evan finally finds him. His face twists in concern, brows knotting together with worry and his lips dip down into a tremulous frown.  “Y’okay? Wha’ happened?” Evan slurs, shifting in the harness as a clumsy arm comes up. Tommy thinks he’s aiming for his face, but Evan misses by a mile, heavy hand glancing off of Tommy’s elbow.  Tommy catches his hand, lowering it back down. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he says, ribs twinging.

tags <3

@usersiren, @honestlydarkprincess, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @bibuddie,

@underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @monsterrae1, @devirnis, @giddyupbuck

@bisexual-buck, @maygrantgf, @boykisserbuckley, @icarusbuck, @eddiebabygirldiaz

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