#tc-lp

[gallavich-annise]

"non-flammable writers" I laughed so hard I'm wheezing.

😂

Sorry not sorry?! 😆

💜💜💜

[hanatsuki89]

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

Orange cinnamon! (which is also my favourite tea flavour, haha)

[saltandlimes]

Thank you so much for sharing the thread about fawning. Only minutes before seeing it, I made a post that’s precisely about this behavioural pattern. I just didn’t have a word for it yet. 💜

I saw that thread and was like “YES!” I know that’s going to be useful to people. It’s such a real problem in many of our lives, and it’s something that I think a lot of people would benefit from reading.

[purplespacecats]

me, while hanging shelves: shit, i got blood on the wall

julie:...and you’re bleeding! shelby, priorities!!

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Fluff starters: “Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

This first morning in over two months that he didn’t have to be up in time for alpha shift. The bed was soft underneath him, Kylo was warm against his back, the room was dark and peaceful. It was heaven. 

Hux dozed, drifting almost in time with Kylo’s breathing, determined to savour the quiet even if his internal clock had woken him earlier than he might have liked.

“Mew?” 

Or maybe something external had woken him after all.

Behind him Kylo tightened his arm and snuggled closer.

“Mew?!” This time the little noise was accompanied by the sound of claws on plasteel. Millie wasn’t used to the bedroom door being closed, or breakfast being late.

He sighed. Well, all good things came to an end.

“Don’t get up,” Kylo muttered against his neck, setting all the little hairs at his nape on end. “I’ll do it.”

Hux considered arguing, but it was warm in the bed and he was oh so comfortable. “Her food is in the cupboard by the conservator, don’t give her more than...”

“Don’t worry, I can feed a cat!” Kylo laughed as he rolled out bed. “Lights 20%.”

“Hmm, lights to 45%, I want to enjoy the view.” Hux corrected, then whistled when Kylo obligingly wiggled his ass on his way out the door.

Millie paused to meow her disdain at his subpar cat parenting skills before trotting after Kylo with her nose in the air. 

“Fussy monster,” he said to the ceiling as he stretched and settled back into the soft mattress.

He could hear Kylo padding around the neighbouring room. His footsteps were surprisingly light but his position was easily given away by Millicent’s constant stream of complaints. Soon her meows and squeaks were joined by a monologue of his own.

“Okay, kitty, calm down, I’m going to feed you, come on, I can’t open the door if you’re leaning on it, no that won’t get me to move faster... don’t climb in the bag! For fucks sake... okay, yes, I know that’s your bowl, just... just let me... no... don’t...”

There was a crash as if a few hundred dried pellets had been scattered across the kitchen floor.

“Why did you put your head in the bowl right when I was pouring the food? Huh? Furry little idiot, there’s food all over the floor now. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not picking it up. You made the mess. You’ll just have to eat it where it landed. I’m going to go keep your daddy occupied for a few hours, all this food had better be gone before he gets out of bed, you hear me?”

“Mew!”

“Good cat.”

Hux just managed to cover his smile with his hand as the door opened again and Kylo came back through in a weird sideways motion that was clearly meant to block Hux’ view of the rest of his quarters.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah, fine!” Kylo said a little too quickly. Hux had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “I thought we could have breakfast in bed.”

“Really?” Hux was a little disappointed. That didn’t sound like the plan Kylo had just been discussing with the cat.

Kylo held up a bottle. “I thought I’d start with a mouthful of you drizzled in poptree syrup? A delicious way to start the day.”

That was more like it.

Fluff Starters

[kyluxtrashcompactor]

For the trope Mashup: Kylux & 7 (Florist AU) + 66 (It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies)?

From THIS list of prompts:

Hux had thought he’d lost his mother years ago, but it turns out that Brendol lied to him, not wanting the boy to see a woman Brendol was sure could be nothing but a bad influence; his son was soft enough. 

When Brendol died, someone sent a gorgeous arrangement of flowers to the cemetery, and they were addressed to Hux, offering condolences and signed with nothing but an address. Curious, and not overly grief-stricken, Hux takes the little card and goes to scout out the small shop they’d been delivered from. He enters to inquire about the flowers and comes face to face with a ghost from his past--his mother, who owns the store. Brendol had kept her away all these years.

Flowers aren’t Hux’s thing, and he’s got a sizeable inheritance from his father, but he takes on a part time job working for his mother and learning to make arrangements, just so he can spend time with her. There every weekend morning, it’s impossible for him not to notice that there’s a bouquet ordered for delivery each Saturday morning to be taken to someone named Kylo Ren. 

The bouquets are always dramatic and full of clashing colors that offend both his mother and Hux’s budding sense of design, and they are always signed with a different name. After several weeks, Hux starts to notice a pattern, however. The first name of the sender always starts with a P, and the last name always begins with a D. 

Curiosity finally gets the better of him, so one Saturday morning he takes the place of their single delivery driver and heads downtown to a shabby two story walkup where, pink and orange bouquet in hand, he knocks on the door of apartment D. 

The man that answers the door is tall, with dark hair and darker eyes, and he looks, if anything, resigned. With a sigh, he tugs a hefty plastic garbage bin into view from behind the door and shoves it between he and Hux. 

“Just put those here,” he says, waving at the can. 

Hux, surprised, asks him to verify that he is, indeed, Kylo Ren. He pulls out the little list he has folded up in his pocket, and asks Kylo why he gets a delivery every weekend from people with the initials P.D. Has he offended an entire section of the phonebook? 

“It’s just one person,” Kylo says. One P. One D. Poe Dameron. His ex-boyfriend. His sworn enemy, reminding him once a week how badly Kylo fucked up.

Hux laughs. Drops the arrangement in the trash and has Kylo sign it for it. 

The next day, Hux sends the delivery driver over to the house with a bottle of wine and a much more pleasant bouquet. He attaches a business card with his name, underlining the A and the H. It’s trite, sure. But his mother tells him he should take the kind of chances she never did. 

[sathinfection]

U. Any stories that took a abrupt u-turn from where you thought they were going?

Nah, I was super predictable this year, which is also probably why I ended up writing so much in a short period of time - I knew where I was going and went there.

[cosleia]

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

As I mentioned here, 26. >_< Here’s a summary of another one:

Kylo has to go undercover to Canto Bight pretending to be a spoiled prince. Hux assigns himself to the mission as Kylo’s bodyguard, which Kylo thinks is hilarious. When their group is actually attacked, Kylo uses the Force to help Hux’s blaster bolts hit their targets, but Hux doesn’t realize and thinks he made all perfect shots. Kylo lets him think this for awhile, then has fun embarrassing him with the truth. Later Hux saves Kylo for real, and Kylo feels bad for messing with him. Also, there’s bedsharing.