My sister has a theory that one should always celebrate a birthday-week rather than just a birthDAY both because then belated wishes are more easily included BUT ALSO THEN IF ONE DAY SUCKS YOUR BIRTHDAY CAN GET BETTER.
So Happy Birth-Week, I hope you feel better soon 🫂🩵🎉🎂 (and you get some good cake when you're feeling well enough to appreciate it)
Yeah, traditionally I've always honored the whole month, or rather the two weeks before and after. This year I was narrowing it down to the weekend, but I guess I'll have to do at least this next week, if not more. 😛 (And trust me, I got Brian to get me some food cake!)
There's a jewelry box that he unlatches carefully to find a nest of necklaces and earrings, the engagement ring with its tiny diamond chip that he bought three weeks after his nineteenth birthday, two weeks after they sat in the bathroom with three different pregnancy tests on the counter, holding hands so tightly that his knuckles ached.
19: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Because Hawke Feels 💜
I was gonna wait to reply to this when I actually have something to post, but while I HAVE started, it's going VERY slowly. (I have the how and when for the actual kiss part of it, but I'm having trouble getting there. Also, I'm also trying to fit this week's Thursday Bangers into the same piece, so that's taking a little work.)
I'll tag you when it's done, tho. (And I'm definitely using Ria, and would have for this even if you hadn't mentioned her. 💜)
awww man. @faejilly tagged me for the WIP folder game and it looks fun as heck, but I only have one WIP so it kind of loses something in the translation like that XD
I was contemplating instead listing all the chapter titles as if they're separate WIPs, but some of them are spoilers in and of themselves :(
But in the spirit of not breaking the chain and letting other people in on the fun, I'll instead at least post the rules and tag others that may be in a better position to play!
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs some people.
tagging: @defira85 @elinorbard @robinyourcreator @sandetigerrr @commander-krios @kyratittyfish @faithliesinashes @prairie-grass @soverymediaaddicted @shadesofmauve @batsintheshadows (I think I saw that you write? Sorry if I'm wrong about that!) and anyone else who wants to play (also please let me know if you prefer I don't tag you in these or if I haven't tagged you and you are writing and want to be tagged for future things like this please let me know that too!) :)
Oh, that's another old one I haven't touched in a while, for a completely different fandom.
That one, perhaps not completely surprisingly, is a MerMay AU story. (For someone who mostly doesn't write AUs, I have a weird number of them on the list lol.) A friend had drawn MerMay art at some point for our shared ship in Tears of Themis (Hoyoverse mobile otome), and while I was gushing over the art, some ideas of how they might have met popped into my head, and then the next thing I knew, I was writing some of it down. Naturally, I then got distracted again, as I do, which is why I have So Many Goddamn WIPs.
It's also not very long and hasn't been touched in years, but have a snippet anyway because I did have fun with it! And maybe it'll give me some inspiration to chip away at it again.
Time really did move differently on the surface.
She had heard the tales, of course, from friends and family who had once dared travel to where the water met the sky, to surface with their cetacean cousins and feel the heat of the heavens upon skin and scales. They, their land-bound brethren, measured time by the passage of the sun across the sky, dividing their short lives into shorter intervals still, by the turnings of the heavens, by the movement of the moon, condensing their limited time into a whirlpool of activity, of growth and achievement and romance.
Their buildings, of blinding metal and pale rock, grew on a scale measured in days, not years; cold, lifeless behemoths that dwarfed even the oldest, even the most majestic, of the towers and citadels of her people beneath the water’s surface. She saw them from afar at first, dark silhouettes grasping for the heavens themselves, their forms casting heavy shadows that shifted, ephemeral, against the waves. Foreign, impressive. Captivating.
Too captivating.
Engrossed in her fascination, she felt not the sudden rolling of waves, heard not the roar of a mechanical beast from her back. There was only the hoarse shouts of awe, the burning chafe of rope against her skin. The sharp blow to the back of her head.
