Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.
WIPs:
ralph x pirate
when in rome? (kinda hate that)
but it rings, and i rise
chrissy x king!steve
fix-it!leonard
Snippet:
“Hey!” she scolds, but he holds the book at arm’s length, flipping the cover open.
“Well, now you’re not a stranger, Chrissy Cunningham,” he turns his nose up with a smug smile as he returns the book to her hands.
She snatches it back into her own grip and puts it back where it belongs. “You don’t know the first thing about me, Steve Harrington.”
His smirk spreads wider as he pivots to rest his back against the lockers. “So you’ve already been talking about me? Cute.”
“Yeah, I wanted a name to the… Chaos I could hear,” Chrissy shrugs with a plain smile. “I was just a little curious as to who let their toddler loose in a college campus. Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.”
“Ooh, I love this game,” Steve beams, folding his arms. “You pretend that you’re hard to get, you use my last name in a way to seem all… Cool and mysterious, you think you’re gonna be different. But I guarantee, by the end of the week,” he rolls his head around to lean in closer to Chrissy as he drops his voice to a whisper, “you’ll be begging for me.”
Chrissy gives him a look of disbelief before shutting her locker door. “Whatever helps you sleep, Harrington,” she replies, giving him an overly-cutesy smile as she tucks her chin into her shoulder before pivoting around.
“See you in my dreams, honey!” Steve calls after her as she leaves. She bites back the smile that fights its way onto her face as she feels his gaze trained on her. He thinks he’s got under her skin, when in reality, phase one of her plan to dethrone “King Steve” is very much in motion.
i think all the moots i have that would want to do this, have already been tagged, but if you haven't yet then this is your tag <3
‘ i love you three thousand. ’ ( jorah & daenerys )
there were a few things that ser jorah mormont was certain of. that he missed and longed for his home of bear island. that he could be as stubborn as the seven hells. and that he loved and adored daenerys targaryen with all of his heart. at the moment, the two of them had a picnic set up on a nearby beach. it was comforting: the sound of the waves lapping the shore. the soft calls of seagulls penetrating their ears in an enjoyable fashion. there was no one else here at this hour. jorah appreciated the impromptu privacy. he reached for his beloved's hand, intertwining their fingers. "you know... every time that i observe this place, this beach, i think about your sons." those dragon boys had been hard to tame, but daenerys was a wonderful mother and she made many sacrifices for them. "i love you three thousand, too. but if i might be so bold as to ask... why THREE THOUSAND?" there were plenty of other numbers in the universe.
7 yrs ago it was all a dream, but this yr marks my 5th year of being a pixel artist who supports themselves 100% thru art. kinda crazy to see my dreams to fruition!
they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?
they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.
you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.
you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.
mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.
you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.