#[also the wip the snippet's from isn't particularly close to completion]

[galacticlamps]

fanfic writer asks 🤡🛒🎶🌞🤲? (I realise this is a lot and you were trying to keep them short gdjkhf I am SO sorry. no pressure to answer all of them haha)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

This did give me pause because I know I’ve laughed at certain lines as I was writing them before, but rn I can’t remember any that are actually funny in and of themselves? I don’t even mean that like ‘on second thought, I amuse myself and no one else’ - I just think I’m probably more of a dramatic irony type of person than a crafter of fabulous one-liners in either dialogue or narration. Plus Two & Jamie lend themselves to that so well, so perhaps what I laughed at was less my writing and more just a general sense of, “Oh, you two idiots who don’t know what I (and every single other person in this fandom) know.” Like maybe what happens in Itemized or Visitation Rights isn’t like, laughter funny but eye-roll funny? Or maybe I’m just having trouble remembering smaller/more immediately funny bits so all I can do right now is talk plots/themes. That is also a possibility.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Well, surely “oh you idiots” is up there as either a theme or a feeling or something, but I believe that’s just a necessary symptom of being a Two/Jamie writer. As for me personally, hmm...

Do you know that bit in Much Ado About Nothing where Benedick’s like, “There’s a double meaning in that!” and the joke is that no, really that means exactly what you think it does you himbo - but also, this is a Shakespeare play & you are actively being played by your friends so okay, technically, sure there’s a double meaning in all of this, but calm down alright it’s not like you discovered anything that wasn’t already painfully clear? That bit? I feel like I love any chance to write something like that - characters knowing one another well enough to talk about one thing while talking about another even though it’s kinda obvious and #notthatdeep. They/I do not get points for being clever or anything because everyone knows what they’re saying/alluding to even if they get some kick or whatever out of not stating it directly. But it’s still fun to write, especially when characters have a rapport that supports that kind of thing.

Or did you mean something more concrete? I feel like I pay a lot of attention to physicality - again, easy when you’re writing Two/Jamie & that’s so much of who they are - but I kinda need to be able to trace the positions & movements of everyone in a fic all the time, so I feel like gestures & touch come up a lot with me, even if they aren’t strictly necessary to the story? I also catch myself pointing out the quality of light in most scenes I write, not necessarily as a thing to focus on, but another one of those struggle-not-to-mention-it things. But hey, I have a url to live up to!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do - current length of my Two/Jamie playlist is over 18 hours (whoops! I realize that's not really a playlist at all it's just a big group of songs that can be made to make me think of them) and I’ve also totally made smaller breakout playlists to help with focus on individual fics before. I stop when I want to get serious about editing, and then when I’m proofreading I can put music back on only if I have one of those dedicated smaller playlists, otherwise I’ll risk getting some wires crossed on vibes.

But what have I been playing on loop lately? Well in the “linked (tightly) to a specific fic” category, Pink Floyd’s “Us & Them” has been required listening while reading/working on the heart of one wip. And more generally I’ve been listening to Skerryvore’s album Evo a lot lately, and that’s got a few songs on it that also feature on the Two/Jamie playlist for various reasons.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Answered! Spoiler alert: it boils down to ‘literally whenever I can’ - not very fun ik

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

No :)

I’m kidding. But you might wish I wasn’t after you see it.

I won’t forget you, you know.

Jamie’s cheeks burned with the embarrassment of his own naivety. Wounded, he wondered if the Time Lords had laughed at him then, knowing what was about to happen. He wondered if the Doctor knew, and only put on a brave face so Jamie could go on believing that for as long as he would remember wanting to. But it hadn’t worked, and he remembered now – but also, he remembered now.

Deeper than the embarrassment but stronger too, there was a spark, a tiny ember glowing inside him: he hadn’t forgotten. The Time Lords had done their best but it had only stopped him for a little while – a few months, a handful of weeks. All-powerful masters of the universe, and they couldn’t even keep him from remembering for longer than that. No, he hadn’t forgotten. He’d just been a little dazed - distracted, that was all. But neither his heart nor his mind had let go of the Doctor, and they wouldn’t now either. It was dangerous, hope, Jamie knew that – knew the things it could lead people to do, the risks they might take in its name. But he had beaten their memory block after all, and if that could happen, then maybe . . .

It might be foolish of him to hope, but as he turned his face towards the stars with bleary, tear-filled eyes, he found it hard not to.

Because if he could remember, what could the Doctor do?

[zackmartin]

🌹 !!!

Lizzie 🥺🥺 thank you, ilysm 💓💓💓 I guess this isn't technically from any of my current WIPs nor do I plan on ever finishing it (big shocker, I know /s) but I kinda got inspired after you posted your Izzy and Felix drabble and Jesse posted Coming Home to basically just,,,,write whatever popped into my head and this is one of the million scenes I came up with djfkd but even though I like,,,,live for fics that are pure fluff or just characters being domestic or whatever I just don't feel confident enough in my own writing to post something that doesn't have a discernable plot so I literally wrote like 90% of this and then went "Oh shit, this is going to be super boring to everyone but me" and then I closed the doc and never opened it again jdnskxms but I just felt like sharing a little snippet now since you inspired it 💖

(Also, as a sidenote I'm realizing that in literally every snippet I've posted so far, even though they're all from completely separate AUs, there's some mention of the moon or moonlight and I just want to say that was 100% unintentional, I'm just a big fan of the moon sjfjdj)

When he opened the door to Felix's room, Felix's golden retriever, Daisy, popped her head up from her spot at the foot of the bed, her tail immediately wagging when she realized who was at the door. Felix was fast asleep, the blankets thrown over almost every inch of him, the lower half of his face the only thing visible. A soft grin crossed Henry's face.

"Goodnight, Daisy," he whispered, and Daisy's ears perked before she let her head rest on her paws once more, her tail still wagging as Henry closed the door again.

Once he finally reached his shared bedroom, he noticed Zack had left the door cracked, most likely in the event Izzy or Felix needed him. Henry gingerly pushed it open as he tiptoed in, the weight of the night's events finally catching up to him, his shoulders suddenly feeling heavy and his muscles aching. He managed to slip his watch off, setting it down on the bedside table next to his phone before the exhaustion got the better of him, and he plopped facedown on the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers or change his clothes, doing his best not to move it too much and wake a seemingly sleeping Zack next to him. 

"Rough night?" a familiar husky voice mumbled and Henry winced, feeling slightly guilty that he had managed to wake him anyway. 

"Not rough just…long," he replied, wondering how much of that was the truth. 

Although, he supposed, most of it was. 

Nothing particularly traumatizing happened that night. 

In fact, compared to some of the other things he'd seen and experienced on the job, tonight felt like a cakewalk. 

But thanks to the fact that he was no longer a teenager or even in his 20s, even run-of-the-mill missions could still feel particularly grueling certain nights. 

"Sorry I woke you," Henry mentioned, his voice slightly muffled from the pillow his face was still buried in. 

"You didn't." 

Henry didn't need to look at him to know that that was probably true. Zack had made it a habit, basically since they had gotten together in their teens, to wait up for Henry, and it was a habit he had yet to break. He would sometimes try to disguise it, pretending like it was entirely coincidental that he was still awake, reminding Henry that he's a night owl, that he used to work night shifts when their kids were young and staying up all hours was just in his nature. 

But, Henry always knew the truth. 

He exhaled sharply, fighting against his sore muscles in order to roll over and face his husband. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough now that even the minimal light provided by the moonlight streaming in through the slats on the window was sufficient enough for him to be able to make out Zack's expression, and he could tell that Zack was only half buying his long night excuse. 

"Are you okay?" Zack muttered, unable to hide his obvious concern. Henry felt a twinge of guilt then. He hated the fact that he was the reason Zack would be exhausted tomorrow; he despised the fact that he was the reason Zack had been lying awake most of the night with worry. 

A gentle smile crossed Henry's face. "I will be," he replied as he reached up and gingerly brushed a stray strand of hair from Zack's eyes. That response had clearly done nothing to ease Zack's worries. "It really was just a long night," Henry insisted. Zack's expression softened ever so slightly. 

"So, what do you need?" he breathed, using the same gentle tone he always used with Henry on nights like this. 

The tone, Henry was certain, Zack reserved specifically for him and their kids. 

"For you to just be here."