#Sunday excerpts

[my-blessed-prince]

Sunday Excerpts, Home in Narnia, Ch. 1, Verity POV, pt. I

@vsnotresponding @olive-riggzey

It was the holidays, and Verity was home from her dreadfully boring all-girls boarding school. She wasn’t terribly excited to see her parents, they never liked to talk since her sister had disappeared, but she was excited to see her Lao!

Both she and Lao had tried to convince their caregivers to let them go to a public school that had boys and girls, but this had been turned down. Lao, Lee, and Ray all got to have fun at school together, and she was stuck all alone. Not even Aiko and Alina to cheer her up. They had disappeared a year ago. No one knew where they were, and Verity didn’t think that most people cared to ask.

With her luggage, Verity got out of the taxi that her parents had paid for her to come home. Most parents picked up their kids, but not hers. 

In a letter, Lao had promised to be home when she got there. She was dragging her suitcase, when she saw his familiar braided hair in the distance.

Verity dropped her suitcase in the dirt, and she ran to greet Lao. “Lao!” She cried, tears coming down her cheeks. He turned around, and she saw a smile creep onto his face.

Her arms wrapped around him, and he hugged her back. “I missed you.” Lao whispered.

Verity wrapped her arms around him tighter. “Not as much as I missed you.” She said. Finally pulling out of the hug, she added “It’s completely unfair. You have Ray and Lee.”

“It’s unfair that I single-handedly have to keep them out of trouble. Lee is docile until Ray gets involved, and he always finds a way to get involved.”

“I bet it’s been worse since…” Verity’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah.” Lao said, but then changed the subject, as he often did when Ray’s rebellion got brought up. She hoped the boy wasn’t too hard on Lao, but she was too afraid to ask. “How was school without them?”

“Boring.” Verity said, and she blew a piece of hair out of her face. “Aiko wasn’t there to make fun of the teachers. Leia didn’t gossip about the popular girls with me. Alina wasn’t there to give people disappointed looks when they’re being rude.”

“She was quite good at that.” Lao said.

Verity’s face fell. “Where did they go?”

Lao paused, and she tried very hard to read his expression. He gave no hints to what he was thinking, so Verity waited. Perhaps his silence was better, because she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer of where her lost sister and friends could be. A chill crawled up her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“I don’t know.” Lao said after being quiet for far too long. “Do you want help with your luggage?”

“Sure.” Verity said, her spirits slightly deflated. Lao had a habit of keeping tight lips on his theories. She had asked Lee about it once, and he said that it was probably because Lao had dark thoughts that he didn’t want to worry her with. He did that a lot, it was why he didn’t talk about his deceased parents.

Lao picked up Verity’s small suitcase from the dirt. It was the only suitcase she had, and it didn’t carry much at all. Just a week’s worth of clothes, a notebook, and her stuffed bear that Alina had given her.

“I lied to Lee and Ray about when you were coming back.” Lao said.

“How come?” Verity asked, her head tilted.

A blush flitted across his cheeks. “I…um…I thought you know…”

“What?” She asked, not sure what Lao was going on about.

“Um…you’re…you’re tired, right?” Lao asked.

“Yes.”

“Ray is um…hyper. So I thought you might want a few hours alone.”

“I don’t mind–” Verity said.

“I can call him.” Lao said. “Unless…you don’t want me to, and then we can be alone.”

“What would we do alone?” 

“Just…” His cheeks were getting redder by the minute. Excitement bubbled in Verity. Each time she made Lao blush made her toes curl. “Be together. Catch up. Like how friends do.”

Her arms swung around his neck, and he lost balance, nearly dropping her things. “You are my best friend.”

“Best friend. Right.”

She kissed his cheek, and his eyes widened, the blush becoming ever deeper on his brown cheeks. “I don’t mind being alone.”

[derangedrhythms]

Ingeborg Bachmann, quoted by R. Kolewe in 'Afterletters: In the mirror it's Sunday '

[doll-elvis]

Red West: “I knew the guys who were hassling Elvis, they were on the football squad. The guys who were giving Elvis a hard time were not really bad guys, just a bit noisy and stuff. But when I saw Elvis’s face, it just triggered something inside of me. I mean we were just kids and they weren't gonna kill him or anything, but there was that look of real fear on his face. He was looking like a frightened little animal and I just couldn’t stand seeing it. When you're very poor, you tend to let everyone look after their own troubles, but that face of Elvis’s, I can see it to this day. And I saw that face like that many times later, and it always had the same effect on me. It just churned something up inside of me. It’s a child’s face and it asks for help… and somehow, you know, that year, 1952, put me in a role of Elvis’s protector. It’s a job I took on readily and I had a lot of fun doing it and a lot of heartbreak. Sometimes he was like a damned spoiled child who needed to be spanked, and other times he was just so helpless and needing of help it was like he was your own child. And even now, I still feel it’s my job, even if I never see him again…”

excerpt from “Elvis: What Happened?” By Red and Sonny West, along with Dave Hebler

[theroyalsavage]

something something "you gave your game to kevin, give your back to me" "'it's always yes with you' 'except when it's no'" "i won't be like them. i won't let you let me be" "i'm more afraid of letting go than i am of holding on" "'what would you give me' 'don't ask questions you already know the answer to'" so on and so forth

[angelsfalling16]

Thank you for the tag @you-remind-me-of-the-babe :)

I'm working on completely rewriting a fic that I never finished, and I'm loving it. I've decided to expand it in both directions, adding new details about the backstory and possibly too many personal feelings that may later get cut, but it's been a lot of fun, so here is a look at that (or actually two looks):

I end up in a bar, too poor to get drunk, but enough change floating around in my pocket to buy a drink to at least take the edge off of the pain I hate myself for feeling.

The bar isn't too crowded, but there are enough people around that I don't feel like everyone's eyes will be on me if I put my head down on the bar. I do end up regretting that move though when it lands in something sticky and slightly damp. But it's too late. I've already committed and I can't be damned to lift my head and face the consequences of my actions.

“Bad day?” a posh voice that grits my nerves asks.

I ignore them because I don't have the patience for people with voices that are so close to the one I want to hear most right now.

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“It was in the paper this morning. Your parents seem very proud of you and ‘excited to share your love with the world.’” I hope I don’t sound as bitter as I feel. I don’t know why I’m feeling so hurt about it. I never even had a chance with him, and it was only a crush, so why do I feel like I lost out on an opportunity here?

“Fuck,” he says under his breath before finishing his drink in one go.

It’s not quite the reaction I was expecting.

Why does he seem upset? Shouldn’t he be happy? Ecstatic? Exuberant? Some other word that describes the opposite of the way I’ve been feeling recently?

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[ksbbb]

Seven Sentences Sunday

Tagged by @shipperqueen6

“I’m not exactly the kind of guy to do the right thing.” Theo says, a dark smile on his face and he finds that statement a lot more attractive than it should be.

“Does that trickle over into your job too?” Liam asks, eyebrows raised in question, swallowing roughly and waiting for the chimera to explain himself.

“I lost one or two chimeras due to their insistence on being rebellious.” Theo admits, a darkness coming over him and he smiles at the memory.

“Great. So you’re saying violence is a regular thing for you.” Liam confirms, more for himself than anything else, but he’s not as worried about it as he should be.

“I won’t apologize for what I do.” Theo says, licking over his collarbone, creating a sharp heat of arousal that courses through him, his pulse skyrocketing.

Liam wants to say; he won’t ask him to, that he won’t expect him to, but all the words become lost in a moment of heated silence, and his throat becomes dry with a sudden urge to throw all caution out the window.

Well this wasn’t much of a fight, but fighting Theo isn’t much use. Especially when he licks his lips like that, staring at Liam with a look that has his chest full with an ache of something that’s too close for comfort and he breaks out into a sweat, nodding his head.

Tagging @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @daylightdunbar @kingofangst @outcastpack

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Sunday Six/Six Sentence Sunday

from the Christian and Livia thing <3 way more than six sentences but I couldn't decide which parts of this bit to share so I'm sharing the whole thing

“What?” he asked around his final mouthful. Christian shook his head and went back to his bun. “No, seriously, you keep staring at me. What, do I have something in my teeth?” Livia bared his teeth in an over-the-top grimace. Christian snorted a laugh, nearly choking on the food in his mouth. He finished the bite and thumped his fist against his chest. “No. No, sorry. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.” Livia’s brow drew down and he frowned softly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know this isn’t a date, right?” A surprising flash of hurt lanced through Livia’s chest, even though, “Yeah, I know.” Christian’s eyes darted over Livia’s face. He stuffed the last bit of his second bun into his mouth. “I guess I’m just not sure why you’re sticking around, then.” If Livia weren’t already pressed back against the brick wall of the alleyway, he’d have taken a step back. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Christian cast his gaze down and to the side. “I mean. I’ve turned you down for dates twice now. You’re not pushing it. Why are you even hanging out with me?” Confusion replaced the hurt and Livia pursed his lips. “Because I think you’re cool?” Saying it made him feel like a dumb little kid on the playground at recess, but Christian clearly needed someone to say it. “I guess we don’t know each other that well, but I know you like good music and have good taste in coffee and like the same food as me.” He paused and tugged his scarf into place around his chin and nose. “And you let me borrow your scarf the other day, even though it’s obviously important to you. I could have lost it or ripped it or something, but you still let me use it. Not a lot of people would do that.” Christian took out his last bun and crumpled up the paper bag it had come in. “Well. I know where you work. You’d only be able to avoid me for so long.” His face was ruddy with cold and embarrassment. Livia didn’t push. “Just, thanks,” Christian said.

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[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

I have returned with rawnsyf content, now in lightly edited form :) did you know these bitches are gay?

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“I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a coward,” Marcia bluffed, forcing herself to keep her eyes locked on Anetra’s. Looking away felt like losing, and Marcia never lost.

It took Anetra a moment to reply. “Marsh. Marcia. I’m not sure we should go down this road again,” Anetra breathed, face infuriatingly close but just out of reach, her brown eyes – bloodshot, huge, tentative – scanning Marcia’s.

“I am,” Marcia said, pressing forward. Her hands rested on Anetra’s thighs, their faces maybe a few inches apart. She wanted Anetra to kiss her first, wanted Anetra to want her.

[veliseraptor]

post-canon vegaspete fic? postcanon vegaspete fic

Don’t fuck this up, hissed a voice at the back of Vegas’s mind. I know that’s what you’re good at but maybe this time you can at least try to do better.  He ran his fingers through Pete’s hair. Pete leaned into it in a way that exposed some of his throat. Vegas very badly wanted to bite him and clamped down hard on the desire, like pinning an unruly dog by the scruff of its neck.   Do better.

[eskawrites]

listen ronancers i love y’all but this tag and the ao3 feed is just way too empty for the fact that it’s International Women’s Day. this will not stand. have a sneak peek at the next chapter of this story that we found ourselves in and remember that women are fantastic amazing brilliant wonderful powerful incredible and of course very very hot

Nancy is awake first the next morning. Robin knows this even before she opens her eyes. She can feel Nancy’s fingers ghosting over her forehead, down her cheek, back and around the shell of her ear.

She wrinkles her nose and leans forward blindly. Her forehead bumps against Nancy’s shoulder, and she can feel Nancy’s silent laughter.

“Morning, Robs,” she whispers into her ear.

“M’sleeping.”

“Okay.” Lips press against the side of her head, then on the corner of her brow. Robin shivers and winds her arm around Nancy’s waist to pull her closer.

“What time is it?” Robin asks, her voice low with sleep. Nancy hums, the sound reverberating in her chest. Robin presses further into her.

“Almost nine. We’ll have to get up soon if we want to actually make something of the day.”

Robin shakes her head a little. “I’m happy like this.”

“Well, I for one would like to shower at some point. I feel gross.”

“You feel perfect,” Robin mumbles. She opens her eyes and turns to kiss the crook of Nancy’s neck, just to prove her point.

“I think you’re biased,” whispers Nancy.

“You caught me.” Another kiss. “What do you want to do today?”

“The woman at the front desk said there were walking trails around the property. Apparently one of them heads back to the pond—it’s supposed to be really pretty.”

“I bet it is,” says Robin. “But it’ll be cold. We should wait until the afternoon.”

“Are you just saying that to get me to stay in bed?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

Nancy threads her fingers through Robin’s hair, pulling just enough to get her to raise her head. She kisses the tip of Robin’s nose, then her cheek, the base of her ear, the corner of her jaw—until Robin gets impatient and twists to capture her lips in a proper kiss. Nancy hums into it, her tongue swiping over Robin’s lower lip for a second before Robin gladly opens her mouth and deepens the kiss.

Robin moves slowly, lazily almost, enjoying every soft, sweet brush of Nancy’s lips against hers. She slides her hand down Nancy’s side before slipping her fingers beneath her cotton sleep shirt and pushing leisurely up again. Nancy’s skin is soft, and warm from the blankets, and she sighs happily as Robin’s palm reaches her breast.

But then she pulls back, smiling a little as she leans her forehead against Robin’s. “I really do want a shower.”

Robin pouts. “Rude.”

But she pulls her hand back. Nancy laughs softly and presses one last, chaste kiss to her lips. Then she pushes herself up and crawls out of bed. She pulls her sleep shirt off, shimmies out of her pajama pants, and gives Robin a smile over her shoulder before ducking into the bathroom.

[my-blessed-prince]

Sunday Excerpts, Home in Narnia, Ch. 1, Verity POV, pt. III

@vsnotresponding @olive-riggzey

It had every imaginable and unimaginable chore on it. Dishes, dusting, shoveling the driveway, cooking, and much more. 

“Mother, when do you want this done?” Verity asked.

“That’s for tonight. There’s more for tomorrow.”

Lao’s eyes bugged. She was certain that they were sharing the same thoughts. This would take far longer than five hours. 

“Stop staring, and get working.”

“It’s so long, it’ll take time to read.” Lao said in a monotone voice.

“Then read faster. I’ll be in my room. When I come out, I better find two busy-bees.”

Her mother left the two of them in their shock. The door shut a little too loudly, and the anxieties poured out of Verity. “She wants me to be her slave.” She said in a frantic whisper.

“Not even the boarding masters give this many chores to delinquent students.” Lao said with a glare. “We couldn’t finish this by midnight!”

“Do you think I could pass as a boy? Be Veros?”

“Might be hard when you get…breasts….” Lao said, and she noticed his eyes remained precisely on her face and nowhere else. In another situation, it would be rather funny to see Lao be so awkward about her budding breasts.

“The authorities will say that it is her right.” Verity said with folded arms.

“There’s a boy at our school that I’m pretty sure is abused.” Lao said. “A teacher reported to an authority, and they didn’t do anything. Said it was a private matter. He has bruises.”

“And he’s a boy. I’m a girl.” 

“A stupid notion. Boys should do house chores too. Who wants to be an unpaid maid for the rest of their life?”

“No one.” Verity said in a monotone voice.

After a slight pause, Lao asked. “Should we get started? I can take on most of these, if you want to do the easier chores.”

“Do you really mind–”

“I’m not the one stuck here.” Lao said.

“Thanks.” Verity said, and she kissed his cheek again.

Lao’s whole body went stiff, and he cleared his throat. “Alright, for starters–”

The two of them went over the list, and Lao took the most demanding chores. With some exploration they realized that the kitchen appeared like it hadn’t been cleaned the whole time Verity had been gone. There were cockroaches, and she saw a mouse run across the tiled floor. 

“Yeah, I can do the kitchen.”

“I really can do it–”

“No.” Lao said.

They went around the house more, determining which rooms were dirtiest. The bathroom’s were wretched, and Lao offered to take those too. The cleanest room was the main room, and that would be the one that Verity would do. The backyard was full of weeds, but it wasn’t the same nastiness that permeated the rest of the house, so she offered to do that as well.

The two of them took on their separate chores, and Verity’s mind spun while she scrubbed away grime on the coffee table, vacuumed the dusty carpet, and wiped off the sitting chairs at least three times for each chair.

These were the easy chores, and she was getting tired. Lao was doing the more difficult ones, but he wouldn’t be here forever. No, in a matter of two weeks, he would be going off to school with the others.

She would be staying behind here, working away. Her mother periodically came to check on her, and her fingers tightened around the rag she used to clean. Verity would never see anyone, but that dreadful woman for months and months on end.

It was unthinkable. 

She finished cleaning the main room, and she went to check on Lao. His hair, which almost always was in a long black braid, was currently tied up in a high bun. He had pink rubber gloves on, and he was ferociously scrubbing at a stain on a plate that looked like it had crusted over months prior.

He had yet to notice that she was in the same room as him. Lao had been in here for at least two hours, and hardly a dent had been made in the dishes.

An unutterable idea flitted across her mind. She could run away. Live somewhere else. Pretend to have no records, and be an orphan. Their world wasn’t kind to orphans or little girls, and it stayed stuck in her mouth.

Leaving Lao, she went back to do her other chores. She probably should have started with the outside, but it was cold. She was to get rid of icicles, shovel the driveway full of snow, and do much more.

She put on her winter coat and mittens again, and she grabbed the shovel from the garage. It was nearly as tall as she was. With her back bent, she started to shovel away the foot of snow. Her mind wandered with repetitive work. How bad could it be to run away? Surely, the streets were better than this. At least the homeless had variety, and perhaps they would be kind to her. If they weren’t kind to her, it wouldn’t be the same hurt of knowing that one’s mother hated her. She was the less preferred daughter. Alina was never asked to stay home from boarding school. Was it because her sister had been docile? Verity tried her best to hold her tongue, but it was a bit difficult when around her mother. 

After being in the cold for who knew how long, her fingers started to become numb. She rested down her shovel in the snow, and she rubbed her hands together. This was impossible. Lao was doing the hard work, she would simply die without him. Her own mother would work her into a ditch.

Her body shivered, and she remembered how she hadn’t had lunch or dinner. Her stomach grumbled impossibly loud, and she cursed under her breath. Lao was probably still stuck doing the high pile of dishes with food caked on them for months on end.

The night was waning on, and Verity wondered how long the two of them had been working. She had been outside for at least two hours, hadn’t she? The driveway to her home was long and wide. Would Ray and Lee show up soon? What would she tell Ray? Would he care? He tended to have a blindspot towards their mother. 

Down the road, she saw her father’s car. He had been more distant since Alina’s death, but surely he would fight for her not to be a slave. Due to the heavy snow, her father parked on the side of the road. He got out of the car, and he shook his head at the foot of snow in their driveway.

She ran towards him. “Dad!” She wrapped her arms around him, something that hadn’t been done in far too long. No hug was returned, but she didn’t let that dampen her spirits. “Dad! I missed you.”

“You should get back to working, Verity. The driveway is impossible.”

Her heart fell at the lack of affection returned. It was moments like these, that she wished she had been an orphan like Lao.

“Dad, she wants me to quit school. You’ll help me return, right–”

“It was my idea.” Her father said. 

The wind bit at her cheeks. “What?”

“I can’t possibly do the housework myself. Your mother has been insufferable since Alina died. I thought it was a good solution to have you stay home and do the work yourself.”

“I want to learn, daddy.” Verity said.

“I’m sorry, Verity. Sacrifices need to be made.”

Without further word, her father went to return into the house. “I’ll be trapped.” Verity said in a small voice.

“You’ll be helping your family. What you’re supposed to do. Stop complaining and get this driveway cleared. The neighbors don’t like when I park on the side of the road.”

“Will you help me?” Verity asked.

“I’ve been working all day. It’s nearly 9:00 PM. I’m sure you can do it yourself.”

Her father went into the house, and the door shut behind him. Tears poured down her face, freezing to her cheeks. 

[derangedrhythms]

Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;

Wallace Stevens, from ‘Sunday Morning’

[fruitybashir]

writing sentences and having to pause to pull my shirt over my mouth and scream a little, this is going to be the death of me.

[angelsfalling16]

Dragged myself out of this dark slump I'm in long enough to write a few sentences for Wednesday's piece. I can't seem to land on either first or third person, so it's currently a mix which I will have to fix when I edit.

Thanks for the tag @roomwithanopenfire :)

Baz I’m completely mortified. It seems as though everyone in the world has seen the video, sharing one of my most embarrassing moments like it’s the best thing they’ve ever seen. To me, though, it’s the moment I realized that I’m still a hopeless idiot in love with a guy they haven’t seen in a very long time. And now it’s out there for him and everyone else to see and make fun of me.

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[ksbbb]

Seven sentence Sunday but make it Monday

Tagged by @mmoosen

What about the wine?” Liam asks, wanting to mutter out some angry comment about being here in the kitchen for no fucken reason at all. They’re going to look crazy without coming back with something.

At the very least a plate of fruit would make the trip to the kitchen makes sense.

“Oh, we have enough out there. Mason seems to be done and Corey isn’t as big of a drinker as me.” Theo smirks, admitting he’s really not one to share Liam for long and he doesn’t know what to make of that, so he shrugs, cheeks reddening with embarrassment over the attention.

Theo openly admitted to being in the kitchen so he can be alone with him. It’s doing things to Liam that he can’t explain, but his mouth is running dry again and his pulse is quickening, his senses heightened by every second that he’s around Theo.

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Smut Sunday: We Can Sleep When We're Dead

today we're doing a smut Sunday instead of a Sunday Six! I got the idea from @calicohyde, I don't know if he came up with it or if it's a tumblr thing, but either way, here it is!

Jordan and Darcey haven't seen each other in a week. Their work schedules have them overwhelmed. So when they finally get a day off at the same time, they have a lot of catching up to do.

He nearly trips over his feet rushing up the stairs to their hallway, and he’s so excited he fumbles the lock once. But he’s barely entered the bedroom when Darcey grabs him and throws him on the bed. Jordan shrieks in surprise, laughing when he hits the mattress. “What happened to that power nap?” Jordan grins. Darcey snorts and climbs over him, pressing down against Jordan’s body with his own. “You did say you didn’t want a nap,” Darcey says lightly. “But if you’re tired—“ “Oh, fuck no.” It bursts out a little more insistent than he’d meant it to, and Darcey barks a surprised laugh. Jordan wraps his arms around Darcey’s neck and pulls him in, muffling the laugh with a messy kiss. They immediately melt into each other, kisses starting short but insistent, until Jordan hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Darcey’s sleep pants and pulls his hips in, knocking their thighs together. Jordan tips his head to the side to bite at Darcey’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Darcey shivers and a soft, happy sound tumbles from his mouth. Jordan continues to bite and kiss and lick at Darcey’s neck, his shoulder, his ear. When Jordan nips a little too hard at Darcey’s chin, Darcey inhales sharply and gently pulls his head away. “Shit, I’m—“ But but before Jordan can finish his apology, Darcey’s attacking Jordan’s neck, kissing and licking and nipping. Apology accepted, apparently.

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