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List of fics I posted for twwpride that are in the "My Real Thing" series

I said I would make this post at the end of the month, but forgot about it until I started working on better hang on tooth and nail again and realized that some chapters in it will be essentially copy-pasted some of these fics, so I figured it'd be best to make a list of some sort. Many of these aren't officially listed in the series because of that specific thing.

If I could just stay (listed officially, happens before better hang on tooth and nail)

lost to different stars (will end up being two chapters later on in better hang on tooth and nail)

one summer night (will also end up being, to a degree at least, a chapter in better hang on tooth and nail)

beginnings, endings, and all that's between (very far future of the series, but it is intended to be in the same universe as it's the end goal of the series if I ever manage to finish it all)

Technically, Marry you is also kind of in this universe but since it's formatted differently and wasn't entirely written with it in mind, I'm not officially counting it.

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anytime i watch west wing i'm always so interested in the core four's backstories like josh tells amy that he's bad at dating because instead of dating in college and law school he studied so he could do "this" (which i'm inferring as working in politics) but WHY? what motivated him to keep his head down and work that hard? his dad was a litigator so i understand going to law school but the way other characters talk about it, it seems like he never practiced just went from law school to dc

then we have sam a democrat from orange county, are his parents democrats? did becoming a democrat stem from some kind of rebellion? why did he leave working in washington to work in corporate law when he's so idealistic? did he ever go non-profit? why not work for the ACLU?

I am also so curious about how toby and cj meet because cj strikes me as the kind of person who ran to california as soon as she could and toby strikes me as the kind of person who thinks dc is part of the south. how were they ever in the same room and in each other's orbit enough for toby to just show up at her house announced? how did that friendship start? and speaking of toby, why did he stay in politics and keep getting hired to run campaigns when he's never won one? who the hell at the dnc keeps bringing in toby? i am so curious about these backstories and i want to knowwwwww

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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My West Wing Discord, In This White House, is now ready for all of you to come in! Just a couple of PSAs before you join:

For now, since the bots aren’t built and tested yet (don’t need Josh Bot causing chaos earlier than necessary) and I don’t know how big this will get, verification will be manual. If I’m not online to let you into the server after you read and agree to the rules, I will get to you as I can.

You can invite anyone who likes the show! No need to ask permission. (Please no spam accounts, but other than that, no restrictions.)

Have fun! Looking forward to talking about the show with you all! Come on in!

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Send me roses and I'll respond with excerpts of WIPs!

So many WIPs that I need to finish and so many that I need to take from my outlines into actual documents. Here's a glimpse into three of them! (They're all kind of on the longer side - I kept the theme of three and did three paragraphs of each)

Still untitled CJ fic, kind of a character study I started for the "Closeted" prompt in twwpride

CJ had known she wasn’t quite normal for most of her life. It wasn’t some big revelation, wasn’t some life-altering moment that left her spiraling. It was just the slow realization that the other girls she went to school with really did care about all those stupid things boys did and did actually think some of them were cute enough to want to hold hands with. Maybe it should’ve felt like a big deal to her back then, but it just felt the same as any other thing she realized was different about her. The only real difference with this was that this was something she knew would matter outside of school, would matter forever, and that more than anything else was what kept her mouth shut about it. She wasn’t ashamed of it, didn’t see why anyone thought it was quite so terrible as to make someone worthy of shunning, of ruining their life, but it also wasn’t something she could bring herself to admit to anyone else. As stupid and illogical as it was, being open in any regard about that aspect of herself—even behind closed doors—didn’t quite equate to what she wanted to do with her life. Going around kissing girls under the bleachers like she sometimes fantasized about doing didn’t exactly leave much chance of her being able to get into a good college or keep the respect of her teachers. Rumors spread fast, so it was easiest to just stop them from starting at all. She almost broke that silence in her senior year for a girl whose name she forgot by the end of college, with bright eyes and bouncy curls and a leather jacket studded with pins. It had been the first time she really, truly understood what everyone talked about when they described the desire to just be around a person, to just be able to pull them close, to feel better just from their touch. But at the same time, college applications were coming up on their due dates and classes were getting more important, deadlines more serious, her father’s expectations more pronounced, and she’d built that wall up taller, stronger. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t shame but simply the smartest move. Even that felt like a bigger lie than the silence did.

Yet untitled Samjosh fic exploring Sam's headspace in SGTE, SGTJ

Sam slammed the receiver into the cradle, cutting off whatever his father was saying, and for a second just stayed frozen like that, hand on the phone, body locked. His father had an affair. A twenty-eight year long affair. He didn’t even realize he was shaking until Josh was at his side, hand reaching out for his arm, and he finally managed to lower his hand to meet his right one. They trembled against the counter as he stared down at them, mind spinning in circles, repeating the words his father said, going through every interaction he’d ever had with him. Josh’s hands slid down his arms to cover his own, that question of Who called? and What’s wrong? still written clearly across his face, his eyebrows scrunched, lips slightly down-turned. “My father had an affair.” The words passed his lips without him really meaning them to, drifting out like an exhale of air. His voice sounded almost hollow to his own ears, the words quiet, barely loud enough to be heard above the continued whisper of the TV in the living room. He glanced up from his hands again to see Josh’s eyes widen as he slowly sank into the other barstool at the counter, knees knocking against Sam’s. Josh didn’t say anything for a long moment, just squeezed his hands between his own and watched him with that damn look in his eyes.

The next chapter of better hang on tooth and nail (which I swear I will attempt to actually finish)

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Sam paused, his sandwich halfway to his lips, and tilted his head slightly to look at Josh. Some blend of concern and confusion shone back at him from Josh’s eyes, amplified by his raised eyebrow and his crossed arms, the way he was leaned back in his chair. Hesitating for a moment, Sam put his sandwich down and picked up his napkin, partially to get the crumbs off his fingers, partially to have something to do with his hands. He wasn’t sure how to answer, wasn’t sure how exactly to put into words everything going through his head, swirling endlessly around and around. Sam had forgotten somehow how monotonous the start of political campaigns were, especially when running a candidate that was already in the public eye, had already been elected—regardless if it was the office they were running for or not. The days had blurred into weeks, every day almost identical to the last, different only in name and the topic of what he had to deal with. Every day, he’d slump into the chair behind the desk in the corner of his and Toby’s office and take notes on whatever data Toby chose to throw at him. The most variety he got was the lucky few days where he could write a couple test statements for the Governor, potential answers to questions posed in interviews, in town halls, in debates. Those statements probably disappeared into Toby’s desk, he knew, never to be seen again, by him or the Governor, but at least he was doing something with his time that felt like it could matter. 

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what is your holy trinity of fruits

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Starting to write a fic and realizing it is going to be much longer than anticipated

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okay um crazy just posted my first ever TWW fic on ao3, would greatly appreciate anyone checking it out, slightly terrified! but its about CJ’s reaction to Rosslyn <3

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Ficlet Starter Lines

Send me a number and a character or ship and I'll write you a ficlet!

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Nice try."

"The world doesn't care."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"What the hell did I just walk into?"

"That makes absolutely no sense."

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"That's just not fair."

"Who said anything about fair?"

"Wow. That's low, even for you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"What? I have never-"

"How could you do this to me?"

"Is that really what you think?"

"I do not have an answer for you."

"What kind of question is that???"

"Ok, well... Fuck."

"Settle down, there, drama queen."

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

"At least I didn't break any laws."

"What did you do this time?"

"Boom! That's a victory in my book!"

"It looks the same on paper."

"Oh no, what have I started..."

"And yet, that is not the weirdest thing that's happened to me today."

"Please. I need you to believe me."

"How do we get out?"

"I don't hate you."

"Don't call me that."

Freebie! Send me your own dialogue starter!

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The West Wing + Random Textposts (the Gay Edition) | Part 2/?

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The West Wing + Random Textposts | Part 1/?

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unhinged West Wing + text posts (pt 12/?)

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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The West Wing + text posts (49/?)

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i love finding out what degrees my mutuals have. like what the fuck do you mean you do law? you’re a doctor who blog