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Six Sentence Sunday

Today I am using Six Sentence Sunday to unveil my new banner and Official Title™ of the RWRB dads' storyline swap fic — though the working title of Daddy Issues has been fun, it really doesn't fit the ~vibes~ so without further ado, it's now named... Honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago).

This fic is lowkey an accidental song fic for "From Eden" and I'm kinda obsessed. Without further ado, enjoy this excerpt (warning for reference to loss of parent):

If Oscar Díaz were here, maybe he’d ask, “Isn’t that the boy you had that crush on, mijo?” Maybe he’d make an observation, something like “He’s a looker.” Maybe he’d urge Alex on, whispering, “Trust the Díaz charm. Shoot your shot, chamaco.” But he’s not here, and the truth is Alex doesn’t know what his father would say.  So instead, he just has to trust his gut — which is telling him to turn away from the hot almost-naked boys and approach the hot English-prince-son-of-James-Bond boy. He may be fully clothed — in a button down and blazer in Rio in August — but he’s featured in way too many of Alex’s dreams for him to miss this opportunity.

Shout out to @littlemisskittentoes for the titling help! And thank you to @kiwiana-writes and @zwiazdziarka for the tags!

I'm early-ish for once, so no-pressure tagging: @anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @matherines @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @rmd-writes @saintlynomenclature @tintagel-or-cockleshells @ssmtskw @welcometololaland @14carrotghoul but if I forgot you and you see this, the tag is open! Tag me though so I can see :)

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

WIP Tag Game!

Thaaank you for tags @gayrootvegetable, @songliili, @read-and-write-, @rockyroadkylers, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf! 🫶 Always love you guys.

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm so bad at keeping track of my own files so this for sure isn't all but I tried retrieving and recalling as much as I could that I know have some sort of outline/words to them already, sooo here goes.

RWRB:

1. VCT-verse / eSports AU 2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex 3. ATLA AU 4. Amortentia Oneshot 5. Drops of Jupiter Oneshot 6. Exes to What? (the happy one) 7. Wedding Exes (the angst one) 8. 5+1 ode to Oxford Slut Henry 9. Death-cast AU (Book: They Both Die at the End) 10. 5+1 Alex and Henry discovering some secrets of the universe 11. Bea and June Oneshot

Shameless (US):

1. On the Off Chance (Soulmate AU) 2. Wasted Youth 3. Hanahaki AU 4. To Break in a Glove Oneshot

Haikyuu: (I can't find everything here)

1. Internship AU 2. Matsuhana Childhood Friends AU 3. Gig Goer!Issei/Tattoo Artist!Hiro

I'm not sure if I can tag as many people as the numbers on this list (who haven't done this yet) so feel free to skip this if you already made yours! But also, open tag to everyone who wants to do it too (tag me back, I want to see). @inexplicablymine @ladygoddess87 @later-2-dae @movetoheavens @cricketnationrise @14carrotghoul @44whispers @happiness-of-the-pursuit @starlikesithot @kiwiana-writes @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @user-anakin

suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted

"No Surprises," Radiohead // Safe (1995) // Kingdom Come, J.G. Ballard // Blue Velvet (1986) // "Once in a Lifetime," Talking Heads // Little Shop of Horrors (1986) // Jon Ware on I Am In Eskew // Vivarium (2019) // "His 'n' Hers," Pulp // The Truman Show (1998) // White Noise, Don DeLillo // Supergod, Warren Ellis and Garrie Gastonny // 17776, Jon Bois // photograph of 1970s Las Vegas underground Cold War bunker // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM

Seven Sentence Sunday🌟

Thank you @ssmtskw @kiwiana-writes @anincompletelist @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags! :)

Here's another snippet from my Flashback When You Met Me - this is in scene one from the first time that Alex noticed Henry and it makes me laugh (and maybe I need encouragement to keep writing this fic)

Nora sneaks another investigative look over her shoulder. “I thought you usually hated the pretentious type.” She isn’t wrong. Usually, the whole stiff-collar-and-pressed-slacks thing would send Alex running — he has no interest in dating some stuck-up-dude-bro who thrives off of daddy’s money and would try to, like, sell him stocks or get him to invest in his “totally legit” pyramid scheme selling knives as pillow talk — but this man seems…different. Softer. Alex doesn’t respond. Instead, he claims, “I’m gonna go over there.”

Tagging @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @sherryvalli @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites and anyone else who sees this and wants to post

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Jumping on the open tag from @anincompletelist and @ssmtskw 💖

I’ve had some stoned!firstprince brainrot lately. Slowly put surely, it’s coming to fruition.

Henry dumbly takes Alex’s outstretched hand, and does not notice how the cool metal of the rings hugging Alex’s fingers feels along his clammy digits. He’s nodding his head, sure he looks like a fawn caught in high beams.

Henry looks into Alex’s eyes. They’re a smoldering caramel hue encompassed by rows of lashes, lined with something dark and smudged at the edges. His smile is an intoxicating mix of something coy, telling you in no uncertain terms that Alex knows something you don’t, edged with a kind of child-like innocence. A heady balance of sin and absolution, tied together in the middle. And through it all, there’s that cut of silver; that bloody ring that Henry is close enough now to see that Alex pushes his tongue against, rolling the metal from the inside of his lip.

a no pressure tag for my beloveds @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf 💖

SUNDAY SNIPPET 4/7

An excerpt of Super Six and the Sirens Call by: @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @inexplicablymine starting posting on December 20th

"All of this is to say: Alex, I know what the prophecy says, but don't ever think for a moment that that's going to stop me from trying to make sure you come back here, safe and sound, to get the hero celebration you deserve." Alex smiles and lets his head fall against June's shoulder. She puts her arm around him, squeezing him softly. "Thank you, bug.""I love you, lil bit," June ruffles Alex's hair. "Now, don't let it go to your head, I still think you're the most annoying person to ever exist."

To be continued...

Reading things like this always takes me back to when Ludwig said, "I think it's a constant war when someone dies, to keep them as much as you can in your life, and you can't because you lose to time, every time." (timestamp is 23:49 onwards)

The way it hits every time will always be that strong, I think.

“I miss you more than I remember you” is always the core of grieving a parent who died when you were a kid

some sketches of matsuhana family because i said so

There's a sigh of reverie for each thought of her in mind. A silent form of worship, and a quiet prayer, all dedicated to her. This is what love is, to me, a lasting effect of a religion ingrained in the depths of my heart—one I have kept buried for so long I had accepted a life that carried on without such a concept—until, of course, you. Pounding at my doors, stringing with you the kind of consequence that seems good enough even at the face of eternal damnation.

I am no saint, however. In fact, I will never be one, but this remains good.

My scriptures tell me loving you is a sin, but I will have no qualms spending an entire lifetime to repent for each kiss, each hold, each embrace; covering ground and crusading over the maps of our skins. All this that I've done, I will continue to be doing, if only to serve my way of believing in a god that shows itself in the briefest of moments. He is there as I look into your eyes, she bestows upon me her blessing when our breaths meld together, it graciously leaves space for prayer when the gasping reach their peak, at the parting of limbs, within containing water — perhaps that is why Moses’ story continue to be passed onto generation after generation.

This was not meant to be tucked in the deepest corner of an abysmal closet.

I believe it now, have witnessed it myself, albeit not in its truest form. This is the closest I will ever get to Heaven, and I willingly resign to such fate. Even angels pale in comparison to your existence; divine, yet finite; immaculate, yet painfully human.

How can it possibly get any better than that?