#fhfg

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love the alphabet #myalphabet

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someone give me asks about my darling longfic for house and for glory I'm going INSANE

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i just finished handwriting the chapter YIPPEE!!!! I've literally been trying to do this since JANUARY we finally made it. Ugh I had to restart this beast at least 6 times awful writing experience but now all I have to do is cobble together the mess into a single typed document YIPEE

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looking over the last time I went to write prose for fhfg and every entry starts with "hit head brick wall I HATE this hit head brick wall" And I kept trying to brute force it for wayyyy to long before realising it was actually the seven plot holes stacked in a trench coat.

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i have a playlist i listen to while writing for house and for glory but because ive been writing it for three years and theres only 25 songs on there ive been so thoroughly sick of it. I've probably listened to it once since january because it wasn't doing it for me. But today i put it on and there's more juice in it??? I'm enjoying it again??????

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everyone should reread their own fics im having the time of my life. I forget every joke I've ever written so I get to experience them over and over. What do you mean I added the phrase "lightning mcqueen's sensuous gaze" to a chapter.

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rereading fhfg and sighing wistful longing gazing out the window.

Tommy and shubble used to be so happy

[Image ID: Two screenshots of ao3 containing snippets of dialogue. Plain written below.

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Shubble scoffed, but Tommy cut her off. “I’ve gotta get ready soon but—and I mean this seriously—is something going on?”

She stood, back to pacing. “Lacy won’t reveal herself—she’s been here since I began, and I doubt she’s going anywhere.”

“Hey, enough with that shit. How are you?”

For the first time since stepping into the room, Shubble paused. “I’m alright,” she said. “I won’t lie, it’s been a little rough losing Sugamon, but I’m excited for tonight, you know?”

Tommy ignored the flutter in his chest. “Well, you could have started with that,” he muttered. “Skip the bullshit, next time.”

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Shubble tilted her head. “So how exactly does it work? The magic, I mean.”

Clementine glared.

“It’s simple,” he said. “I reach into the core of my soul and pull out the energy, then I convert it into Nunya.”

“Come on,” she said, returning to the mattress and crossing her legs. “You know I can keep a secret—or a clue, surely you give me a clue.”

“Don’t,” said Clementine. “You know she’ll piece it together—she always does.”

Unfortunately, she was right. He sighed. “Nope, no clues.”

She groaned, flopping backwards again. “Almost had you.”

“You did not—I’ve been watching you pull that shit since I was eight, of course it didn’t fucking work.”

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The tree (Shubble) remembers but the axe (Sal) forgets