#kat2609

[thesschesthair]

Mandy are you OK????? It's been a big day LOLOLOL.

I DON’T KNOW!!!!

I’M ON SUCH A EUPHORIC HIGH!!!

AM I DEAD OR ALIVE????

THANK YOU FOR CHECKING ON ME!!! I’M SURE I’LL COME BACK TO EARTH THIS DECADE 😍

[spartanguard]

CS Fic Rec Mondays:

Never Tear Us Apart by @kat2609

Summary: Killian Jones is the front man for a band who have not yet made the big time. He is also in love with his good friend (and the girlfriend of their manager) the unattainable Emma Swan. When their manager turns out not to be the man they thought, his friendship with Emma is threatened.

Do you like modern AUs? Do you like friends-to-lovers? Do you like musician!Killian? Do you listen to INXS? If the answer to any of those is “yes”, then READ THIS FIC. It’s so sweet, and a little suspenseful/angsty, but mostly just fun. Kath is an extremely entertaining writer, so check it out!

[lenfaz]

kat2609 replied to your post “Regina cannot handle that bar alone...”

I love the way you are consistently on message, Lena xx

hey, they can reboot, iterate, change and pull 15 seasons like ER... one thing will remain true. 

the Liam Jones fandom will never die. 

[mryddinwilt]

Please tell me, oh wise Holli, my friend from the internet, why 7 little words sung by an attractive, angry pirate continue to run endlessly through my head? Perhaps the singing spell has spread as I seem to burst into snippets of song at random moments. Have you any advice??

Kath I believe in logic and the only logical explanation for this madness is that Colin O’Donoghue is himself magical. I have long suspected him to be half-fairy but I am now willing to admit he might be a full blown wizard of some kind because, HONESTLY, I just can’t stop watching it and singing! 

And I wish that I only had the 7 words running through my head. My brain keeps insisting on trying to sing the WHOLE BLOODY SONG (today it did it at 6 am which was fun). Of course the problem is that I don’t yet know it that well and keep mixing up the verses. 

“Yo-ho you can beg, plead and whine/ yo-ho it must be fates design”

I think the ONLY solution is to learn the entire thing by heart and sing it over and over until my brain finally tires of it. That is assuming that the spell can be broken that way and that my brain will tire of it...

[queen-mabs-revenge]

@kat2609 replied to your post: It honest to god boggles my mind that in this era...

I’m fully expecting to not have access to the musical numbers on Friday. Because Australia. So I feel you

Yeah, if that's the case, I will be uploading that shit to my drive again because Fuck That Noise, so don’t even worry about that.

[scapeartist]

I'll play. How about Killian and rope?😉😉

Thanks for helping me out with my 15-Minute “Masterpiece” (round 2) prompt! (For those of you unfamiliar with my 15-Minute Masterpieces, they are one-shots I write for at least 15 minutes, with no beta, and light editing. Basically a brain dump to help get my writing wheels turning again.)

Kath, I bet you didn’t think I would go in this direction...

Here’s a little Captain Charming for you because it’s Friday!(Rated PG, ~745 words)

Look At Your Mate

“What’s this?” Killian asked, a look of amused suspicion on his face.

David had just thrust a small package into his hand and nodded at it, then stood back a pace, folding his arms over his chest.

“What’s it look like?” David asked with a huff.  

The baby giggled from where he was tossing blocks out of his play pen at his father’s feet. David took the opportunity to avoid looking directly at Killian who stood there, eyebrow raised.

“It’s not my birthday.”

“Not so far as you remember anyway.” David shot back with a snort.

Shrugging, Killian chuckled. “Fair point. Maybe it is my birthday.”

“Just open it already,” David muttered, rolling his eyes.

Using his hook, Killian pulled the tape away from what was a rolled up paper bag and then gently shook it open to reveal a red box and a citrusy, musky scent wafting up at him.

Killian pulled the box out and tossed the bag on the table, all the while perplexed as he read the label. “Soap… on a rope?” he asked.

“Yeah!” David said, his enthusiastic grin sliding away in exchange for a nonchalant shrug. “I saw it at the drugstore and thought you might like it.” David tapped the box with his finger. “Look, there’s a ship on the label. Thought it kinda looked like The Jolly Roger.”

“Aye, mate, I noticed.” Killian read aloud from the box and shook his head in disbelief. “‘Old Spice?’ Are you disparaging my age or the way I smell?” he laughed.

David sighed. “No. Neither! I was just trying… you know what?” He reached over and snatched the box of soap out of Killian’s hand. “Nevermind. I’ll keep it for—”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Killian interrupted, holding his hand up to stop David from continuing. “It was a lovely gesture, and I am flattered you thought of me when you saw this...soap. On a...rope.”

Retrieving his gift back from David, Killian wedged the box between his left bicep and his chest and opened it, fishing out the cream-colored round of soap. He hung the rope from his finger and gave it a little twirl. “I look forward to using it,” he said with a nod. “Thank you.”

David slapped Killian on the shoulder. “Don’t mention it.”

A few days later, the two men were helping Emma wrangle three rowdy and inebriated former Musketeers into the squad car to return them to their lodgings after a particularly raucous gathering at the Rabbit Hole. They weren’t belligerent so much as unruly, and at one point, David lost his balance when Porthos attempted to put Aramis into a friendly headlock, sending the two of them careening toward Killian who had been keeping Aramis mostly upright.

“Oof!”

“Bloody hell!”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Hey now!”

Hiccup!

Killian managed to right David after he awkwardly dodged the burly Porthos, who toppled over onto Aramis. The sheriff and the pirate let the two swordsmen sort themselves out and finally spill into the backseat of the squad car where a drowsy Athos was waiting, his head pressed against the glass, and a glare directed at them like the point of a rapier.

Emma was coming around the back of the cruiser, making sure everyone was ok when Killian caught the look of confusion on her face.

“Dad? What are… Are you sniffing Killian?”

Killian glanced behind him to catch David, eyes closed, and in the middle of a deep inhale.

Chuckling, Killian asked, “So, which is it, mate? Do I smell old or spicy?”

David grinned. “Spicy.”

Emma said with a soft snort, “You two are weird. I’ll take my chances with Huey, Dewey, and Louie over there.” She walked back over to the driver’s side and opened the door.

“Aye, but they won’t smell as good as I do, love.”

Nodding in agreement, David called out “It’s true!”

Emma rolled her eyes and got into the car, turning on the flashing lights as she revved the engine.

“What kind of soap do you think would be good for me?” David asked, as he and Killian walked toward the squad car.

“Sheep dip,” Killian responded, not missing a beat.

David opened the passenger door and gave Killian a shove. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“Aye, funny and fragrant,” Killian said, sliding into the front seat next to Emma, leaving just enough room for David.

“I take it back. You just smell old.”

A/N: There is/was Old Spice soap on a rope, and the reason I used the Musketeers in the second half, is because there is also an Aramis soap on a rope. I like to amuse myself if no one else. ;)

[lifeinahole27]

May I have 6 and 8 for Lethologica please, my Sarah??

6. What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

The answer to this one is the next one, actually. Anyone who has stopped by to talk to me about this fic knows that I have a best friend in the reserves, and I have a best friend who is a chef. The knowledge of their jobs is what gave me the opportunity to play with these professions.

8.Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Absolutely. The calendar exists. Surprising BFF’s cousins/whole family during the wedding reception was a real thing we did. The country club has a layout inspired by one in my area. I’m sure there’s more, but that’s what I can come up with off the top of my head.

Come ask me about fics! (Questions can be found here!)

[bromfieldhall]

kat2609 replied to your post: Hats off to all those writers out there stating...

But you did manage to write a very accurate description of my writing process also Yay writing!!

It's bloody frustrating at times, isn't it? And I'm so easily distracted when it doesn't flow. I've been stuck on this same paragraph for about a week now. Driving me nuts. I've even written a oneshot in the meantime and come back to this - still no go :/ How about you?