WRITING LIKE A WORD BIRD; OTPING LIKE I BREATHE.
THIS HAS DERAILED MY CAPACITY TO DO HOMEWORK
ENTIRELY
GO DO THIS
THE PROMPTS ARE THE BEST EVER. ALL THE SHOWS + CLASSIC LIT. EVERYONE IS DOOMED. I MADE PEOPLE FLAIL OVER THE MUMMY, MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. SOMEONE WROTE ME FIC FOR A BOOK I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE ELSE READ.
FOUR FOR YOUUUUU, INTERNET.
(Elyssa, seriously, THIS IS STUNNING BUSINESS. I LOVE EVERYTHING THIS CHOOSES TO BE. WHO ARE YOU BUT AN AWESOMENESS MAGNET.)
so go do this shit. you. and you. and you. all of you.
I've already written Spike/Dru (duh. who am I):
bid my eyes be packing with my heart (dru)
When he kisses her lips, she bites into his mouth; she draws her heart back out with her teeth.
&
next to your bones (spike, early...in second person again; what is my deal?)
Her voice is sharp as starlight and sweet: "Little drummer boy with no heart to pound. Will you love me best?"
I HAVE A PROBLEM.
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Relatedly, I also wrote stuff for the Angel: The Series prompt-a-thon (which is still going! Do that too!):
6:58, are you sure where my spark is? r. wesley wyndam-price, wesley/lilah.
She blinks, Lilah. Then in an instant she is Lilah Morgan again, untouchable even when the shadows on her neck are shaped like his mouth.
build it up just to burn it back down. pg. lilah morgan, lilah/bethany.
Someone in this room might come out their best self after all.
WORDS WORDS WORDS. CAN'T DO DEUTSCH. BUSY THINKING ABOUT OTP BUSINESS. MY PRIORITIES, THEY ARE WHOLLY IN ORDER. as you can see.
ENTIRELY
GO DO THIS
THE PROMPTS ARE THE BEST EVER. ALL THE SHOWS + CLASSIC LIT. EVERYONE IS DOOMED. I MADE PEOPLE FLAIL OVER THE MUMMY, MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. SOMEONE WROTE ME FIC FOR A BOOK I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE ELSE READ.
FOUR FOR YOUUUUU, INTERNET.
(Elyssa, seriously, THIS IS STUNNING BUSINESS. I LOVE EVERYTHING THIS CHOOSES TO BE. WHO ARE YOU BUT AN AWESOMENESS MAGNET.)
so go do this shit. you. and you. and you. all of you.
I've already written Spike/Dru (duh. who am I):
bid my eyes be packing with my heart (dru)
When he kisses her lips, she bites into his mouth; she draws her heart back out with her teeth.
&
next to your bones (spike, early...in second person again; what is my deal?)
Her voice is sharp as starlight and sweet: "Little drummer boy with no heart to pound. Will you love me best?"
I HAVE A PROBLEM.
-
Relatedly, I also wrote stuff for the Angel: The Series prompt-a-thon (which is still going! Do that too!):
6:58, are you sure where my spark is? r. wesley wyndam-price, wesley/lilah.
She blinks, Lilah. Then in an instant she is Lilah Morgan again, untouchable even when the shadows on her neck are shaped like his mouth.
build it up just to burn it back down. pg. lilah morgan, lilah/bethany.
Someone in this room might come out their best self after all.
WORDS WORDS WORDS. CAN'T DO DEUTSCH. BUSY THINKING ABOUT OTP BUSINESS. MY PRIORITIES, THEY ARE WHOLLY IN ORDER. as you can see.