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[kat_lair]

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Boring stuff I've done today despite my stupid body

• Updated a lecture
• Written feedback on a dissertation draft
• Washed dishes
• Changed cat litter
• Prepped dinner
• Unplugged bathroom drains

Fun stuff I didn't get to do today because of my stupid body

• Swimming
• Sub boy

Things that are still good

• Reading some comfort fic
• Skyping with mum

Thigs that still do sucketh

• My body
• Still don't have prescription

Things I'm going to do tonight

• Drink some alcohol
• See if I remember how to write (doubtful)*
• Watch some stuff on youtube

 

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*motherfucking words. remember that time i used to write? and it was good? wouldn't it be nice to have that again?

idfk, maybe some word sketches? snippets from longer fics i'll probably never write but you'd like me to? want to give me some prompts and i will try for, ughhh ten sentences minimum per prompt? they may not be great sentence but there will be words BY SATAN.

pls?

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Comments

[kat_lair]

[weird prompt but okay]

"It's a seed bomb," Ryan says. He's holding a round ball of dirt and looking disgustingly happy about it. "There's like hundreds of wildflower seeds in here. And you just..." He casts about and then jogs over to the narrow strip of overgrown grass between the houses (one supposedly haunted, the other just generally run down).

Shane follows him, because of course he does.

Ryan is already digging a hole in the dirt with his sneaker and then when that doesn't quite work he gets right in there with his hands, kneeling on the ground as he reverently places the seed bomb into its new home and covering it lightly.

"There!" He pats the earth and gets up. There's dirt and clumps of grass clinging to his knees, an insignificant detail which Shane has absolutely no feelings about. "And then..." He flutters his fingers, presumably mimicking wildflowers growing. "Bees and butterflies and pollinators!"

"Pollinators," Shane repeats. There's an ache in his chest which is probably an early sign of heart disease. "That's a big word."

"Fuck you," Ryan tells him cheerfully. "Those guys are gonna have a blast! It'll be like... Bee bacchanalia!" He beams like the sun and Shane swallows down 'bacchanalia' and some other words that don't quite make it to his conscious thoughts but that he knows are dangerous.

"Needs some-"

Silently Shane hands Ryan his water bottle.

"Aww, yes!" Carefully Ryan drizzles half of it over the planted bomb.

Shane tips his head back and looks at the sky, hands shoved into his jeans pockets. There are rain clouds on the horizon, slate grey and deep purple of new bruises. Good for the seed bomb, he thinks. Breathes.

[pushkin666]

See it wasn't meant to be seed. Predictive text but o can't remember what it was meant to be and I like what you've done with it

[dreamersdare]

Urgh, fuck, what. This is awesome. Christ, I've missed your fic.

There are rain clouds on the horizon, slate grey and deep purple of new bruises. Good for the seed bomb, he thinks. Breathes.

It's like you're punching me with words and it feels so damn good, honestly.

[kat_lair]

It's like you're punching me with words and it feels so damn good - the. best. compliment. 💜💜

I have missed punching people with the words. I should do more of that.

These boys were surprisingly easy to write?