hi tumblr peeps, have a little snippet of a fic im working on that is slowly killing me
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Eddie can hear every single beat of his heart in his chest. Thump, thump, thump, as it picks up speed. His mind hasn’t heard the words yet, but his body knows what’s coming. “What is it?”
“Buck’s dead.”
No.
Chim has to be joking. This is like the time he told Karen Hen was dead to get them to get their shit together, right? It's like that. It has to be because there is no way that Buck is dead. That would be a cruel twist of fate that the world hands him. Buck is not dead.
"Chim," Eddie wants to call him out on whatever bullshit charade he's trying to pull to get Eddie to come back to LA, but doubt quickly creeps in. "Come on, man." He can feel the strain in his voice, his throat starting to swell.
"Eddie." Chimney says his name sternly.
No. Eddie knows that tone. It's the victim tone — the spouse tone. This isn't happening. It can't be happening.
ahhhh so GOOD to see you @fluxweeed and thank you for the tag!!!!!
even just knowing these wips of yours exist is enough to sustain me for another 6 years---50k of DRARRY MERMAIDS?!? my spirit is lifted
and the single word COLLAR??????!!!! has me in a damned CHOKEHOLD at the very INSINUATION!!!
oh how mine mouth doth froth
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.
its telling of my current creative capacity that I had to dig my laptop out from hibernation and charge it from 0%.
then when i pulled up my most recent document, i said aloud 'wtf is wooden horse????' ---this is also telling
anyway, here are my WIPSWIPSWIPSWIPSISPIWPSIPWIWPIS
Wooden Horse - apparently a wip that HAS a title? i just dont have titles guys, i find it so hard and im continuously blown away by people who have them before they finish??????? i usually figure it out in a panic at the time of posting
random Prompt DRARRY - this is the exact format of the title, and contains 3 mini stories known as: the one where harry glares at draco across the lunchroom; the one where draco has a secret cry at work; and the one where harry's bored but then draco shows up wet from the rain and suddenly--though claimed unrelated--harry isn't bored anymore
It will come back - my wireless from 2024 that i totally will finish but ive grown so much since then and it was frankly a hot, flailing mess of 'wot is heppenaing'
and lastly, my beloved, my beautiful: Untitled document - currently x 3
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alrighty no pressure tagging literally everyone spiritually, but some physical ones too with equal love and enthusiasm and I'll try not to mention those i've seen tagged recently but like, i want all of you, again and again and again ok:
@fastbrother @phoenixortheflame @appleslightning @aemelia @tripably @its-the-allure @dodgerkedavra @putridpommes heheheh
And normally, I'll bake between 10-12 different kinds of cookies within a weekend stress-induced black out of baking.
Now... I took the entire week before my cookie-baking weekend because my husband is celebrating a milestone birthday, and I wanted to keep the weekend clear.
So instead of 2 baking days, I have 5.
You'd think I'd be all "Sweet, I can space things out and not be so stressed..."
But no... my brain is now all... "5 days means I can make MORE cookie..."
In exactly ten days I will have my birthday and it will be generally ignored until my mothers facebook reminds her with a birthday picture she posted and then she will feel very guilty and let us do anything I want while my father will remain oblivious until its specifically stated and will proceed to pretend like he remembered and I will act as if this is all normal and like they are the best liars on the planet bc I had no idea they forgot and then a year will pass and the process will repeat itself
