#nine sentences

[winterandwords]

Heads Up Seven Up + Nine Sentences

@space-writes tagged me to share seven lines and @frostedlemonwriter tagged me to share nine. Thank you!

I'm combining them and sharing sixteen sentences from Name From Nowhere.

Interactions between Aria and Gillen are so fun to write because they both get a kick out of being antagonistic and are very violence first, think later kinds of people, so they have an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation going on. My money's on Aria though.

“Fuck you like yes? He died during the arrest? And you didn’t? Oh, that must absolutely haunt you.” He drags out the word haunt like a slow stab. Something snaps in my head, in my heart, in my tendons, and lets go of a torrent of rage. I’m half a step outside of myself when my fist crashes into Gillen’s face hard enough to split his lip and my knuckle. He catches my next swing in an iron grip, grabs my other wrist and pulls me towards him, hardly more than a couple of inches between our faces. Then he licks the blood off his lip like he’s enjoying this. I don’t pull away. “You,” he says, and it comes out cold, “just got a lot more interesting.” “Really?” I don’t look away either because he doesn’t get to win this. “You didn’t. You’re not nearly as interesting as you need everyone to think you are.”

Tagging @k--havok, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @lordfenric-writes and @mysticstarlightduck if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in. Share seven lines or nine lines or whatever. Your choice! 💗

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

[spell-cleaver]

Six Sentence Sunday

An old friend of mine once said to me that loyalty to the Republic—to democracy—is paramount. I know that our democracy has failed you in the past, as it failed me when I was forced to take personal action after my home planet was invaded so long ago, and I will not pretend it will not fail us both in the future. It is a system of government invented by fallible sentient beings, after all, and nothing we can create is ever perfect.

At the time, with this in mind, I challenged my friend to answer what we should do if the democracy we serve does not return the favour. His answer was that we must work to restore the democratic process. Because democracy at its best is, in my humble belief, the only true representation of what is best for the people. And if it is failing in its duty then it is our duty to improve it.

Many have called me an idealist for thinking such things. But why would I have joined politics at as young an age as I did if I was not an idealist? 

[starryeyedboxes]

I'd love to read some septiplier just about daily lives like going shopping and arguing about what cereal to get and old couples laughing at them and one of them getting embarressed Haha idk why Strange cuiousity for that haha

Mark absolutely loved being together with Jack. Their days were never bland whether it be long days spent with one another or days spent apart where they would come retreat home at night and curl up under the blankets together. 

What Mark completely adored was how untamed Jack could be. One minute they could be outside dancing in the rain as Mark slipped on a puddle, the next could be spent listening to Jack continuously beg him to drive down PCH with their music loud in the middle of the night as they drove down the scenic coastline. Jack sometimes had a habit of getting the two into some crazy antics (like dying their hair pink and green together), but this wasn’t what made Mark the happiest.

It was the mornings spent waking up to coffee brewing in the kitchen as a sleepy Jack with tousled hair padded into the bedroom to bring Mark his own cup that made him grin, or maybe it was the amusing afternoons spent in the shops or the grocery store arguing over whose turn it was to pick the cereal as an old couple would pass and laugh at their bickering. Sometimes it would be the way Jack would laugh at his jokes when he feared no one else would find them funny, but somehow, Jack’s contagious laughter always followed. Other times it was when he could hear soft Irish songs flowing through their house as Jack went about his day.

His boyfriend could definitely evoke some adventurous times and untamed experiences, but at the end of it all, Mark was just so happy to have him by his side as they spent their days together.

[averydistinctivestyle]

Ah those prompt fills were so cute! How about Thorki Dog Park Au?

Okay, so I don't ship any incest or incest-like things, but this is AU, so you're in luck:

"Mjolnir, no!"

That was all the warning Loki had before a giant mass of bear bowled him over. Sleipnir, his yorkie, began barking as if he were actually as large as the-- German Shepherd? Mutt?-- who was now licking all over Loki's face.

"Get it off!" he shouted, and miraculously, the beast was pulled away to reveal tall, golden, and built. "Well, hello."

"Hello. I'm so sorry, she's overenthusiastic, not vicious," he began, an obviously prepared speech. Loki had had to make the same speech for Sleipnir, though he was sometimes vicious.

"No, no, everything's fine, and you can make this up to me with dinner."

The man blushed to his hairline, but Loki walked away from the park with a phone number and a date, which was worth his ruined pants.

Thank you for liking the other fills!