FIRST LINES FIRST
the fantastic and unfathomably talented @firstdegreefangirl tapped me to list the first lines of my ten most recent fics. thank you muchly, darling! all who might wish to partake as well, feel free!
no one plan, no one stand (to be free) | “Listen. If Liz and Rosa could punch holes in their bodies at seven to keep a family tradition on track, Annie could watch one movie from the nineties at the same age, with me, to get ours going.”
something inside me's changed (so much younger yesterday) | The day after Fez proposes, Lexi decides she needs a tattoo.
take me in (hold me so) | Lexi considers her bicycle to be the most reliable entity in her life.
even doubt can be delicious | Keeley hops onto her counter just shy of the prescribed minimum limit, eager to show Roy how much her spot of self-care has reduced her resemblance to that craggy volcano lady Te Ka - in fact, she’ll likely start sprouting a replacement for her metaphorical flower crown any second - and assure him that she hadn’t really intended for her blast radius to be quite so massive.
keep spinning us into something new | Over years of covering closings at the Crashdown, creating a collection of comforting fantasies after cries that never entirely cleanse or deliver the perfect amount of exhaustion, and negotiating with finicky formulas that only yield reliable data if they come in contact with moonlight, life teaches Liz how to manage with minimal rest.
what it is i see (wonder if i'll always be with you) | “This totally isn’t what you think it is,” Lucy blurts hurriedly, swift denial presenting the most decisive method of shutting down any invasive lines of investigation.
what’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing (what do you think we might see) | The entire barrio - even total strangers they meet leaving restaurants while the other diners walk in, and random customers at the bodega who wonder where the subway maps are or if they're allowed to use the ATM with out-of-state debit cards - tells Vanessa and Usnavi that they deserve a final chance to let loose before the baby arrives.
who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated | Usnavi watches Vanessa lean to peer into the cup he’s got ready for her.
with hope in your heart (you'll never walk alone) | Lucy’s stomach has been rivaling the Pacific at high tide for the past few hours and, about a block ago, she’d experienced an extremely vivid vision of drowning the dashboard of her and Jackson’s shop in whatever’s clearly demanding to be released from her body.
won’t you pick the pieces up (don’t let me keep on walking on broken glass) | There’s a story here, there’s always a story.