#yall when i get to fleshing out the church scene it is OVER for u all

[hourcat]

18, 27, and 29?

I'd ask about 19 but I have a feeling I know what that's going to be (other than Piarles ofc 🤭)

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

charles. oh my god. listen it gave me trouble all year AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO. i am so terrified to write that sweet crazy little ferrari boy. i fear letting down my Respected Chirlie Mutuals every day.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

actually? a lot of the time, it's just background tv noise. either the news (L i am such a 50 yr old woman its not even funny) or like....90s star trek im streaming from my prime vid app on my laptop. every once in a while i'll put on my piarles playlist but that just ends w me in my feelings so she stays locked up for walks to work

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

okay i unfortunately am a narcissist so i have many of these. this one TECHNICALLY isnt from a posted fic but its from a snippet i think i shared from the nfl au which counts enough ig

Charles hums in quiet acknowledgement. And then, like that same light of God is moving through him, he takes Pierre’s hand in his own. Loosely, of course, more like a clumsy handshake than an actual embrace, but there he is—reaching out. Showing up. Listening. There’s never really been a quiet moment between them before: at least, not one that feels like this. Pierre squeezes his hand back once in reassurance. Another tear spills from Charles’ eye, but this time, Pierre will allow him to experience the moment on his own. What is it that his old pastor used to say? God is always speaking to each of us. Pierre won’t get in the way of Charles’ moment in the sun.