What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far? 👀
bold of you to assume i have written scene(s) in these alleged works in progress but i do have ONE scene:
Not every story has to start in a Denny’s parking lot at three a.m., but some need to end there.
They’re in some suburb of Boston - Jacob doesn’t know, he just went where the nav told him. The nav didn’t take him all the way to the back seat of Dan‘s SUV. But the window tint is darker back here, so. There’s that.
He hasn’t seen Dan in person since 2022, probably. He looks the same. “They’re going to send me back,” Dan says. Slow and measured, like he says everything, the words perfectly formed in his mouth.
There’s a kind of clawing grief in his throat that he wasn’t expecting. Jacob doesn’t know what he was expecting, coming here. “You named your dog Tofu.” He tries to laugh. “People were going to figure it out at some point.”
KAT imma be real with you i follow you and like two sens blogs maybe and they all focus on jimmy and brady or jimmy and josh norris or jimmy and brady and josh norris and sometimes matt murray makes a debut on a pens blog making very very sad eyes. when i first started hearing about stützle i am not ashamed to admit that i thought timmy stützle and jimmy stützle were too different people and that is because i am actually illiterate and cannot see. also like a year ago hockeyblr collectively lost their fucking minds over shane pinto and then boxed him up in the attic and forgot about him. i have no idea who is on your roster but the impression i get from y'all is very very tired old men + a wild crew of young sexy guns running the world. you guys honestly look like you're having the most fun, the vibe is astounding, please take me with you.
send me a player/team and i'll give you my impression of them via dash osmosis
i'd love to hear about one of your WIPs for the ask meme!!
oh this is tough, because i have that impulse to try to please people and this is so open-ended hahahaha.
the WIP i’m working on now and i’m determined not to abandon is fader fic, which is a fic in which i try to answer: how might you fall in love with someone, or start to anyway, without having ever met them? and when i started thinking through that concept, i decided it had to happen in a universe in which some people randomly (well, not really randomly but i can’t give away all my secrets) fade into some other kind of existence that isn’t known or fully understood by those who remain, in which those who have faded have historically continued to interact with their loved ones in a manner similar to what i’d call a residual haunting. so, we know they still exist in some fashion. but how? and why don’t they just come back?
and then i was working through this late last summer/early fall, when travis sanheim, my favorite were-goat son, absolutely emotionally obliterated me with that post about tk visiting his hometown and i spent several months (like 6) thinking about how I’d write the damn fic but the truth is it’s going to be really hard to pull off and i will most certainly not meet my own expectations and i’ve been protecting myself from that experience for awhile and it’s just time to let it happen. here’s a snippet from part way in, when sandra and tk have started to work out a kind of system of engagement:
Observations: the beer was there when Travis got home from work. When he got back from running. When he went to bed. But some time between bed and morning, the beer was gone. It made sense, based on Travis's single experience with Other Travis, in person, and the stories people told him all day at the lab. But now he could start to form a hypothesis. Were other displaced people also able to physically manifest? As far as he knew, there weren't any recorded incidents of re-encounter.
He pushed his bedtime back in increments. 10:30: beer there. 10:45: beer there. 11:30: beer still there. But by morning: gone.
By Wednesday the six pack was empty. Reaching into the fridge in the morning for eggs, and there it was: empty six-pack, new note.
More, please?
Other Travis was polite, at least. And if he'd been without beer for the better part of a year. Well, Travis couldn't blame him.
Turned out he was out of post-it notes, so he crammed Okay onto the bottom of the original note, drew an arrow up to Other Travis’s message for good measure, and stuck it back on as best he could. Voila.
✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time
there are so many i wish i could read again for the first time but i’m going to go with California, dude. So sick. by dilangley. it’s such a wonderful fic that made me feel a lot of things that i would love to feel again. i haven’t reread it in a while so maybe i should do that
