no promises
I am getting two new pairs of specs very soon! They are all picked out and waiting for me but I figure I better get an eye exam this time, since the last time I juts showed up with the pieces of my old glasses and said HALP.
Anyway, memes galore! This WIP one might actually be good for me, to figure out which of my unfinished projects I still consider works in progress and which ones I've abandoned completely. For some reason, it has very little to do with age. Also, now that I've looked at these, I CAN'T TELL which are abandoned. Some of the ones I intended on returning to don't interest me, and some of the ones I'd completely forgotten were the most fun. So, you get them all!
Post a single sentence or two extract from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. They're all three awake in an instant, deep drowsy breaths and warm limbs shifting. The baby cries out again and Jensen buries his entire head under his pillow.
“Not it,” he says, and Sandy's groggy voice overlaps his in a warbly chord.
2. They aren't going to get Jensen, not this time.
“Ok. Tracy Gold hooks up with the construction guy.”
There's a moment of silence where he thinks he might have just got a pass, and then Jared's shaking his head in what could almost pass for real disappointment, and Rosey and Tom are laughing their asses off.
“I already did that one,” Jared says, slurring his words even though so far he seems to be winning this ridiculous game. “It's the same one as when Jason moves his practice into the house.”
3. There's the high gloss of something sleek and animal, dark hair under moonlight's blue gleam. Warm doe eyes and the pale contours of shoulder in his peripheral vision, and she's familiar, the same way this stretch of cracked road under his boots is familiar, the way it stands in for all roads, leading into some nameless town, now entering wherever, population insignificant.
4. The third was in L.A., just three weeks before their wedding. Jensen barely remembers it. Jared will sometimes make up crazy Thanksgiving 2007 memories just to screw with his head, like how the party was crashed by a rogue firedancer, or how his cousin Sophia's infant twins levitated the turkey with their combined telekinetic powers.
5. Kyle thinks he probably knows what it's like to be a dragon. It's a lot like this: sucking in air and breathing it back out as fire.
He seems to remember, once upon a time, he and JB being equal in their fat slobbery. Evidently, things change, because off in the sweat-blurred distance he can see that Jack is already standing next to their stuff, barely winded. That power-walking Hollywood cheeseball.
6. “It's kinda like hopscotch,” Chad says. “Except you have to bend over backwards.”
Jensen interprets the crooked look on his face a number of ways: pride at the accuracy of his ridiculous comparison, sneering triumph at the accidental innuendo. A wince, too - pity, maybe, like he didn't just spend the last half hour playing the protective best friend, telling Jensen what a lucky fucker he is for landing Jared.
“Cute,” Jensen says, not really getting it at all, and Chad says, “And all the squares are prime numbers. And you toss a Rubik's cube.”
7. Sam tries to find something else to watch, fails. The kid loses in record time, gives the machine a kick that makes the bells inside echo softly. He catches Sam's eye again.
“I said quit it.”
“You hitchhiking?”
“No, I'm just fuckin' hiking,” the kid says. “The slower the better.”
8. Halfway through dinner, Lonergan looks at him and says, “Nice work today.”
Jensen nods his thanks, stares down at his pizza, unsure how to react. He spent the entirety of his first day slapping Anna Paquin across the face and calling her a whore.
“Need you a little bit heavier and a little bit sadder,” Ken says. “Go there. I don't care how.”
9. Apparently, commenting on the girls' purchase has given them free reign to examine his own armload of stuff. They seem fascinated. Jensen tries not to fidget. The socks and underwear are bad enough, but then he notices that the toothbrush he picked up is marked “ideal for ultra-sensitive gums”. For some reason he can't quite pinpoint, this is highly embarrassing.
10. This is how Winchesters wear their secrets: below the skin, a thrum that worsens in warm climates.
11. Jensen has an itch he can't scratch.
No, really. It's in an uncomfortable spot on his back and he can't get it, even when he switches hands. He's in a seriously awkward position. What he really needs is a nice pole, or some shelving. A wall with a steep corner. Something.
What he's got is a car. A 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, to be exact. Custom interior, pristine black paint job. Eight sweaty hands leaving prints all over it.
12. “That crooked emperor,” Sandy growls. “First he raises taxes, then he cuts down on education and arts funding, and now, what? We're all just supposed to find a new village to live in because the county next to us put in a better bid for a new waterpark and shopping complex? That's bullshit.”
13. Scotch is Rory's drink, passed down from her grandfather as surely as she inherited his first edition of The Sound And The Fury, his antique rolltop desk, and his ability to maintain the semblance of a conversation while fully absorbed in the Sunday morning Editorial section.
She drinks hers neat, of course, but then the Gilmore women always did have stomachs of steel.
14. “We didn't think anyone lived here,” Dwayne says, pivoting back to face Bobby. “You know, I could give you a few tips about running a more profitable business. I'd suggest you start with improving your curb appeal, then, secondly, acquire a cuter dog.”
15. “Dude, you went out for tortillas like forty-five minutes ago. I could have harvested the corn and made some from scratch by now.”
“The day you make anything from scratch is the day I rip my face off and reveal that I'm actually Ryan Seacrest.”
“Daddy, no...” Susie says in a quiet, spooked tone that has him turning around in his seat. “Don't rip your face off.”
16. “Jensen, you're turning a corner, here. You're going off the reservation. You know I love you, kid, and I wish I didn't have to say this, but I've got nothing for you. No one wants to work with you. You're difficult.”
17. Jensen swallows, throat suddenly dry. He wishes he could find a way to say it, put words to the formless thoughts floating around inside him. He knows he's the way God made him, and he's thankful, but sometimes it seems like there's been a mistake of some kind, and he's not sure if that's blasphemous to say. He's betting yes.
18. It's so different than Jared was expecting. Jensen's more than a guy. He's a person, one with thoughts and opinions and a sort of innate dorkiness, and a vicious competitive streak where Golden Tee is concerned.
Anyway, memes galore! This WIP one might actually be good for me, to figure out which of my unfinished projects I still consider works in progress and which ones I've abandoned completely. For some reason, it has very little to do with age. Also, now that I've looked at these, I CAN'T TELL which are abandoned. Some of the ones I intended on returning to don't interest me, and some of the ones I'd completely forgotten were the most fun. So, you get them all!
Post a single sentence or two extract from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. They're all three awake in an instant, deep drowsy breaths and warm limbs shifting. The baby cries out again and Jensen buries his entire head under his pillow.
“Not it,” he says, and Sandy's groggy voice overlaps his in a warbly chord.
2. They aren't going to get Jensen, not this time.
“Ok. Tracy Gold hooks up with the construction guy.”
There's a moment of silence where he thinks he might have just got a pass, and then Jared's shaking his head in what could almost pass for real disappointment, and Rosey and Tom are laughing their asses off.
“I already did that one,” Jared says, slurring his words even though so far he seems to be winning this ridiculous game. “It's the same one as when Jason moves his practice into the house.”
3. There's the high gloss of something sleek and animal, dark hair under moonlight's blue gleam. Warm doe eyes and the pale contours of shoulder in his peripheral vision, and she's familiar, the same way this stretch of cracked road under his boots is familiar, the way it stands in for all roads, leading into some nameless town, now entering wherever, population insignificant.
4. The third was in L.A., just three weeks before their wedding. Jensen barely remembers it. Jared will sometimes make up crazy Thanksgiving 2007 memories just to screw with his head, like how the party was crashed by a rogue firedancer, or how his cousin Sophia's infant twins levitated the turkey with their combined telekinetic powers.
5. Kyle thinks he probably knows what it's like to be a dragon. It's a lot like this: sucking in air and breathing it back out as fire.
He seems to remember, once upon a time, he and JB being equal in their fat slobbery. Evidently, things change, because off in the sweat-blurred distance he can see that Jack is already standing next to their stuff, barely winded. That power-walking Hollywood cheeseball.
6. “It's kinda like hopscotch,” Chad says. “Except you have to bend over backwards.”
Jensen interprets the crooked look on his face a number of ways: pride at the accuracy of his ridiculous comparison, sneering triumph at the accidental innuendo. A wince, too - pity, maybe, like he didn't just spend the last half hour playing the protective best friend, telling Jensen what a lucky fucker he is for landing Jared.
“Cute,” Jensen says, not really getting it at all, and Chad says, “And all the squares are prime numbers. And you toss a Rubik's cube.”
7. Sam tries to find something else to watch, fails. The kid loses in record time, gives the machine a kick that makes the bells inside echo softly. He catches Sam's eye again.
“I said quit it.”
“You hitchhiking?”
“No, I'm just fuckin' hiking,” the kid says. “The slower the better.”
8. Halfway through dinner, Lonergan looks at him and says, “Nice work today.”
Jensen nods his thanks, stares down at his pizza, unsure how to react. He spent the entirety of his first day slapping Anna Paquin across the face and calling her a whore.
“Need you a little bit heavier and a little bit sadder,” Ken says. “Go there. I don't care how.”
9. Apparently, commenting on the girls' purchase has given them free reign to examine his own armload of stuff. They seem fascinated. Jensen tries not to fidget. The socks and underwear are bad enough, but then he notices that the toothbrush he picked up is marked “ideal for ultra-sensitive gums”. For some reason he can't quite pinpoint, this is highly embarrassing.
10. This is how Winchesters wear their secrets: below the skin, a thrum that worsens in warm climates.
11. Jensen has an itch he can't scratch.
No, really. It's in an uncomfortable spot on his back and he can't get it, even when he switches hands. He's in a seriously awkward position. What he really needs is a nice pole, or some shelving. A wall with a steep corner. Something.
What he's got is a car. A 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, to be exact. Custom interior, pristine black paint job. Eight sweaty hands leaving prints all over it.
12. “That crooked emperor,” Sandy growls. “First he raises taxes, then he cuts down on education and arts funding, and now, what? We're all just supposed to find a new village to live in because the county next to us put in a better bid for a new waterpark and shopping complex? That's bullshit.”
13. Scotch is Rory's drink, passed down from her grandfather as surely as she inherited his first edition of The Sound And The Fury, his antique rolltop desk, and his ability to maintain the semblance of a conversation while fully absorbed in the Sunday morning Editorial section.
She drinks hers neat, of course, but then the Gilmore women always did have stomachs of steel.
14. “We didn't think anyone lived here,” Dwayne says, pivoting back to face Bobby. “You know, I could give you a few tips about running a more profitable business. I'd suggest you start with improving your curb appeal, then, secondly, acquire a cuter dog.”
15. “Dude, you went out for tortillas like forty-five minutes ago. I could have harvested the corn and made some from scratch by now.”
“The day you make anything from scratch is the day I rip my face off and reveal that I'm actually Ryan Seacrest.”
“Daddy, no...” Susie says in a quiet, spooked tone that has him turning around in his seat. “Don't rip your face off.”
16. “Jensen, you're turning a corner, here. You're going off the reservation. You know I love you, kid, and I wish I didn't have to say this, but I've got nothing for you. No one wants to work with you. You're difficult.”
17. Jensen swallows, throat suddenly dry. He wishes he could find a way to say it, put words to the formless thoughts floating around inside him. He knows he's the way God made him, and he's thankful, but sometimes it seems like there's been a mistake of some kind, and he's not sure if that's blasphemous to say. He's betting yes.
18. It's so different than Jared was expecting. Jensen's more than a guy. He's a person, one with thoughts and opinions and a sort of innate dorkiness, and a vicious competitive streak where Golden Tee is concerned.