started work on my very first 5 +1 fic last night (never even heard of this trope until I joined this fandom somehow) and I’m actually really stoked with how it’s coming out. I think it’ll be my Sunday sentences snippet yayyyy
5 times David disapproved of people in Henry’s life and 1 time he didn’t 🩷
alright so i got 3 tags for this today so i'm a do it - especially since last time i cheated and just threw ti on my wednesday sentences lol and i do luv a tag game lolz
The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
thanks for the tags @england-would-fall @tailsbeth-writes & @taste-thewaste
Henry stands on the curb, watching Alex twirl her around in the middle of the street; watches how she clings to him and laughs as Alex twirls them around to the music.
so tag you're it! (in the no-pressure way lolz) @adreamareads @typicalopposite @stellarm @sophie1973
and an open tag for anyone who wants to do this :)
The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
thank you so much @england-would-fall @luainthewild and @tailsbeth-writes for the tags! Following the rules for once and going with just one line:
“Just a spoiled little prince in a castle who never had to use a microwave to make his own tea.”
@agostobuwan @duchessdepolignaca03 @piratefalls @priincebutt +anyone who wants to, this is an open tag! (if i forgot you don't be mad, i am not myself today lol)
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
good god, this is perfect! thank you SO MUCH! Would you be comfortable being tagged in a thank you note when my next chapter goes up?
Hey there, verse-loving friends! I'm co-writing a RWRB FirstPrince AU with my darling @taste-thewaste, and I have the Henry Fox POV chapters. Each of my chapters contains an original poem by Henry,* based on an existing poem by not-Henry.
I have plenty of material to draw from, but I'd rather know if you lot have any favorite poems you'd like me to use. If you're up for sharing…
send me a poem!
The two original pieces are below the cut, and you can check out Your Lipstick, His Collar on AO3! (Rated E)
*It's me, I'm Henry.
Ch 2 Shakespearean sonnet, Inspired by Lord Byron's poem "Who kill'd John Keats?":
Ne’er priest nor scribe has lived that living lied
About those buds that wither in the night
When first from lover to new love describes
His force of heart, his desperate lover’s light
And in that telling, does one overhear
From hidden lover’s lips which never touch
His one sweet secret longing to appear
While love not his is given over much
It’s there those buds of spring do reach in vain
No light but night’s reflection of the sun
For one who can’t yet call his lover’s name
While silent lover through his night does run
Oh, if a scribe or priest or poet knows:
Direct my heart to where the sunlight flows!
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Ch 4 Villanelle, Inspired by Richard Siken's "Visible World":
Who is he, then, this keeper of the light—The heart I lose, so holy in his hands—This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
In shades of grey, he passes through my sightAnd gone to day, to nurture others’ lands.Who is he, then, this keeper of the light?
I know a walk alone will lose this fight,But with whose name do these coals my feet brand?This breaker of the dawn, who stalks my night?
If his face is the only set with light,By all the gods, his name fades where I stand!Who is he, then, this keeper of the light?
He cannot know the pain wrought by his rite,Yet can he see what he steals from this man?This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
And if, by grace, affections more than slightMay grow herein—a love no mortal plannedWho is he then, this keeper of the light,This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
and think, "This'll be a fun little thing to read while I wait."
And then you read it and you're fundamentally changed as a person and you're left staring off into the middle distance as you contemplate life and love and connection and what it all means?
Thank you @luainthewild for the tag! I’ve been remiss in my tumblring for awhile, time to get back on the horse.
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These lines come to you pre-vetted by @taste-thewaste, whose reassurance is a daily balm for the self-inflicted wounds on my writer’s ego. This FirstPrince fic is far from being ready, but a WIP is a WIP, right?
Any book beleaguered by classification as a classic would put him under.
Aimlessness was as unnatural as spontaneity. He was dying to give it a try.
Tagging @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere @keirgreeneyes @o0anapher0o @meraki-yao —if any mutuals are writing these days (any fandom!) and wanna be tagged in things, let me know!!!
Thank you to the talented @iboatedhere for the tag!
The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
I'll go with only one, short and efficient ;)
Gosh, Alex is so happy to not be a tree right now.
Tagging @england-would-fall @taste-thewaste @typicalopposite @meraki-yao @agostobuwan and anyone else who wants to do it!
do you ever stop to think about tipsy taylor who doesn't even remember the color of his car but wants to stop and sign the book for the girls 😭❤️ he's pure love