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HAPPY WIPSDAY ASSHOLES THIS TOO COULD BE YOUR BRAIN ON
repeatedly listening to the bridge of
Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers
“You’re my favorite person.”
Baz lets out a little puff of air that could be a laugh if he wasn’t so tired. His head lolls back and forth in tiny motions against the wall, shaking no with the saddest whisper of a smile.
“Don’t say that.”
I knock my knee against his again. Like he’s a door and this repeated motion might open him up.
“Why not?”
He reopens his eyes but stares at the ceiling instead of me. It makes me freeze in place, afraid I’ll spook the honesty away. His voice comes out smaller than his rapidly disappearing smile.
“Because it’s cruel.”
sorry that lacked hinge
thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @nightimedreamersworld @emeryhall @larkral @prettygoododds @forabeatofadrum
now tagging @alexalexinii @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @confused-bi-queer @dani-vc @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @letraspal @messofthejess @mooncello @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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What a fun Sunday so far. ⚡ thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch (LOVE seeing some of your writing process), @shrekgogurt (still haven't recovered from ch 13 of ikabikam in the best way possible), @emeryhall (happy anniversary!) & @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (anguished Baz is such a vibe fr).
For today's update:
Enter Niall & Dev.
Truly one of the most unexpected delights of writing this fic has been the insistence of Niall and Dev to show up and take a prominent role in the story. I adore them. I adore them as individual characters, and I love who they are for Baz.
Here's a little from chapter 2 of lost boys. This chapter will publish next week! I'm traveling this week, so I'll post once I'm back.
Under the cut because of length. It's a 30+ sentence Sunday, y'all.
Baz POV, 16 yo, year 12 (school).
Towards the end of lunch, I hear a familiar booming laugh across the canteen. I figure I have two minutes until impact.
I tuck my sketchbook and pencils away and twist the lid back onto my thermos of tea.
“Just a head’s up,” I say to Niall, who is still contently working away, “we’re about to be interrupted by the demon of chaos hims—”
“Bazza!”
There’s the solid thump of a hand against my shoulder and the dramatic collapse of tall, muscular limbs into the seat beside me. “My favourite nerd. How’s it going, cuz?”
Dev flashes his white, perfect teeth at me before snatching my remaining bourbon biscuit. His fingernails are painted turquoise today, his dark hair is swept away from his face, and he’s wearing eyeliner. The bastard looks amazing.
Despite being cousins, we never really hung out as kids. Always kept to different social circles. Which is to say Dev constantly had a roving pack of friends, and I had nobody (save for the lost boys in my dreams). But when I got outed this past spring, Dev decided to take a more active presence in my life. He even convinced me to join the football team with him. He’s charismatic and popular in his own way, and so unabashedly and loudly himself that even the nastiest bullies don’t bother him.
It's been nice, having Dev in my life. Even though it means I now deal with his chaotic, abrasive personality all the goddamn time.
“Dev, this is Niall.” I make a small sweeping motion to the boy across from us.
Dev raises his chin in greeting. “New kid. Hey.”
Niall smiles faintly. He looks rather disoriented. Possibly awestruck. I don’t blame him. Dev tends to have that effect on people. I’m almost envious of it.
Another smack hits my upper arm. “Did’ya hear about practice this afternoon? Thirty minutes later than usual.”
“Yes, I received the same team-wide notification, Dev, thank you.”
Dev is now peering at Niall’s drawing tablet without shame, while continuing to talk to me. “A bunch of us are getting ice cream after the match on Friday. Wanna join?”
“That’s a very solid maybe,” I tell him in a tone that communicates I’d rather eat grass laced with slug poison. I like playing on the pitch, but I’m not about to huff dairy with a bunch of footballer lads.
“Great.” Dev stands, all six feet of him, and squeezes my top knot. I sigh and bat his hand away. Clearly I need to have another conversation with him about acceptable physical contact. “See you at practice then. Nice meeting you, Niall.” He’s off in a swirl of flair and overpriced body spray.
“Sorry about him,” I murmur to Niall. I really hope he’s not scared off.
hellos & tags! xoxo
@thewholelemon, @best--dress, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla, @whatevertheweather, @artsyunderstudy, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @fatalfangirl, @youarenevertooold, @raenestee, @orange-peony, @ileadacharmedlife, @nightimedreamersworld, @rimeswithpurple, @iamamythologicalcreature, @shemakesmeforget & @arthurkko (your merwolves ... still thinking about your merwolves)
#niall and dev#my beloveds#dev is wearing tom ford's oud wood body spray#it is EXPENSIVE#total flex on his part#dev is so extra#I love him#30+ sentence sunday#lost boys#snowbaz fanfic#my writing
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Happy Wednesday y’all! I bring you big pining from the distance makes the heart grow ouchier chapter. (Y’all thought you had already seen the peak pining in IKABIKAM? Oh, dearests, you’ve seen NOTHING yet.)
Baz POV, present:
The loss of a fantasy. That’s all. It’s the loss of an escape that never would’ve been. Not in reality. Not in a way I actually want. And so, instead, the Instagram notification burns a hole in my pocket. A reminder I ignore for the time being. What’s a little longer? A little more? Forever and ever on.
I’m at a party.
I will talk. I will charm. I will have fun. Like muscle memory. Like the tattoos on my arm.
I had a life. I have a life.
Someone asks for my name.
“Basil,” I introduce, stressing the ‘ah’ sound.
It’s the most neutral option. Friendly enough, but not overly so. Basilton is too contrived in the American accent and for all my resoluteness, I still don’t want to be called Baz right now. Not without the ghost of a Celtic lilt. (How the notification burns, indeed.)
I forgot! I get to announce chapter titles in the wipsday posts! So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings of course. It’s only natural.
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Alright I’m tagging! I wish I had a list I just copy and pasted but tumblr actually hates linking tags that way so I just go down the alphabet every week and hope I don’t miss anyone.
@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter (started reading The Snow Fox this morning btw) @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @mitranian @monbons @mooncello @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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IKABIKAM chapter 14 is coming along. Like any good vacation episode—we’ve got a cameo. To quote @onepintobean “I heard the producers had to pay him a ton of money AND fly him out from [REDACTED] to get him to appear in this episode.”
The information you seek is below the cut.
Baz POV, present:
He rips off a piece of napkin and scribbles down an address, sliding it across the table to me with a grace I previously thought this country lacked.
I glance at it once, taking in the numbers and letters that promise something I won’t find in any museum. Then, I fold it and place it in my wallet. Saved like a ticket with admission for one. Perhaps more. I’m still not settled on the intent of his offer but I mirror his energy on the off chance the cues are meant to skew amorous. I mean no harm. He doesn’t either.
“What name should I give at the door?”
My voice is sleek, suave, and masterfully soigné. Learned from shadowy tête-à-têtes with poor forgotten Pierres. Men who reminded me nothing of Simons or Cadwalladers or Snows. Who didn’t ask anything of me like a Charles but didn’t endanger me like the ones who came before.
I must be rusty. This man smiles like he holds all the cards.
“Lamb,” he says. “Lamb will do.”
Tag you’re it! @alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @ninemagicks @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @yellobb
oh and since the pre-planning stages back in summer 2022, this has been my loose inspiration for Baz’s love life during the “lost years”
…if you even care…🙄 /j
#may [redacted] always be ambiguous#it’s half the fun!#I rather like the version of him I’m creating#you’ll see#wipsday#ikabikam#Spotify
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The rumors are true! I posted Chapter 13 of IKBAIKAM last week.
Now, onto the next! I hope y’all are ready for quite the vibe shift toward a beach episode where only one of them is actually at the beach. However, before then we’ve got a flashback. I hope you enjoy this rather farcical excerpt despite it being far more than six sentences 😔
Baz POV, past—age almost thirteen
[Snow] tightens his grip on the stolen silverware that I assume he keeps on him in case of pastry related emergencies and repeats, “The cat, Baz! Where’s the cat?”
“What cat?”
“The cat you were threatening with your gun! I heard it screeching from the corridor!”
Great.
I spent my entire Christmas holiday learning to read a treble clef only for the result to sound like a dying animal.
I’m more than awful at playing the violin. I’m ghastly, gruesome, violently unpleasant. I’m resolute to never pick up an instrument again. Truly, I’d like to die on the spot. Killed by my rude roommate and the humiliation of failure.
Wait…did he say ‘my gun’?
just tags under the cut
I’m early! Y’all get tagged first!
@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @messofthejess @mooncello @nausikaaa @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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no because this is what begging people to take a chance on your wip actually feels like:
#fanfic#fic writing#fanficfion#ao3#fandom#fic culture#work in progress#wip#tim robinson#i think you should leave#memes#fic meme#fic writing meme#fic writing woes#these are real tags on my wip#ikabikam
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Okay so I’ve been very anxious but I bring you some words mid-Superbowl.
Baz, present:
No one truly dumb can fight like him. No one truly dumb can adapt like him. No one truly dumb could be anything like him because he’s brilliant just like everything else that dazzles.
He has to know.
I never thought you were an idiot, Snow. I only wanted to be like you.
Thank you to all those who have tagged me this past week. I’ll move through reading those eventually. I’m just gonna do tag backs for the sake of mental energy tonight.
@artsyunderstudy @larkral @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @bookish-bogwitch @forabeatofadrum @theearlgreymage @cutestkilla @nausikaaa @prettygoododds @facewithoutheart @nightimedreamersworld @imagineacoolusername @mooncello @valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @hushed-chorus @youarenevertooold @confused-bi-queer
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oKAY! Allow me to explain my Malcolm Grimm stan post with this stupid ass interaction.
“While brushing up on the literature regarding livestock in this country, I came across a recently published article. Flock maintenance is a rather odious process.” He waves his hand faintly as if the metaphorical sheep are getting blown away by the wind. “Separating the sheep from the goats. The wood from the chaff.”
My father fancies himself a farmer. He also fancies himself an academic. Both are only half true. I may not have gone to university—one of my many stains on the family name—but I’m not illiterate. I know that quote was from the Bible, not some PhD candidate’s groundbreaking research.
While I'm at it, chapter 12 (the halfway mark and a Certified Baz Centric Moment), is of course named after a Vampire Weekend song.
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Lyrics (because they're all important ngl):
We took a vow in summertime
Now we find ourselves in late December
I believe that New Year's Eve
Will be the perfect time for their great surrender
But they don't remember
Anger wants a voice
Voices wanna sing
Singers harmonize
'Til they can't hear anything
I thought that I was free
From all that questionin'
But every time a problem ends
Another one begins
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
Within the halls of power lies a nervous heart
That beats like a Young Pretender's
Beneath these velvet gloves I hide
The shameful crooked hands of a money lender
'Cause I still remember
Anger wants a voice
Voices wanna sing
Singers harmonize
'Til they can't hear anything
I thought that I was free
From all that questionin'
But every time a problem ends
Another one begins
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @messofthejess @mooncello @nausikaaa @ninemagicks @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds (i don’t wanna talk about my Sabres loss to the Kraken) @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
#ikabikam#i know this is late i was dragging my feet#Youtube#every time a problem ends another one begins
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Alright friends! @ shrogurt is live on Instagram. We milkposted again. More writing is being done on IKABIKAM Ch. 12 but I’m approaching it a little more slowly than the grind of the past few.
Some textfic elements under the cut!
Simon POV, present:
Not long after midnight text notifications begin rolling in from people I haven’t spoken to in ages.
• Gareth (Watford): PITCH GAY ?
• Trixie Hob: not Pippa reporting that Basil Grimm-Pitch is gay??? Watford reunion when???
• Rhys Evans: I don’t have Basil’s number. I know you see him on the team, so would you mind telling him congratulations from me? Brave of him. Good lad.
• Oliver Woodward: 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 go solsbury!
• Gareth (Solsbury): Grimm-Pitch? More like Gay-Pitch lol did you hear????
Of course I heard, you dumbfuck. I’m his friend. I immediately block Solsbury Gareth’s number. I’m not sure why I hadn’t done it sooner. Or why everyone is texting me. The only response I care about is from Penny. Eventually, the notification comes through.
• Penny 🔮💜😈: [link] I’m assuming you already knew?
Thanks for the tags today @alexalexinii and @nausikaaa !!! Now tagging @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @mooncello @ninemagicks @onepintobean @owls-den @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb-old @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
I also wrote this really vain thing.
#ikabikam#more Gareth and also Gareth#new years eve babyyyyyy#please enjoy my nod to Oliver Wood#I thought his actor was so handsome as a kid lol
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Happy New Year y’all! I made an Instagram for fandom and then it immediately got flagged as impersonating a business which is so evil. My branding was too good. Or they really thought I was trying to sell shrekgogurt? Something that’s been off the shelves for like twenty years???? Interesting. Infuriating, even. I’ll maybe try to make a new one later but the username is dead over there now and it actively pisses me off. It really fucks with my resolution to add more whimsy to my life. Corporations dude. They really steal the whimsy out of life.
But, I’m working on I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man still! I bring you two excerpts. The first is from my Christmas Episode and the second is from this upcoming chapter which has been deceptively hard. Opposite of 9—which was also challenging—it’s closing an arc rather than setting up a new one. ‘Tis some important business with a lot of logistics I’m still working out. Okay but you’re actually here for the little snippets! Both are under the cut.
Chapter 11: Simon POV, present
And how it adds to the uncomfortable dissonance in my body—the nagging feeling spreading and begging for attention. Like at the start of the season when I’m out of shape and my thighs get all itchy from sudden overuse. And I know I should ignore the impulse or simply take care of myself in advance. But all I want is to scratch until I break the blood vessels under my skin in tiny bruises.
Chapter 12 (pending): Baz POV, past
Snow scowls and it doesn’t even pierce my skin anymore. It just drops into the well of tepid loathing I keep inside my throat. He thinks I want her but I only want him. No one else has the same tunneling effect on me. I pivot to him at every turn like a broken compass. It shouldn’t be so but it is. The revelation twinges like the cruel twist of fate that led me here.
I knew I would fall in love with him.
Thank you for the tags @thewholelemon @mooncello and @artsyunderstudy !! Now tagging @alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @gekkoinapeartree @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @valeffelees @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @yellobb-old
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Hey…hey… uhhhh how y’all doing????
Apologies for the strife of IKABIKAM Chapter 12 but also patting myself on the back because I’m really proud of myself for pulling it off. And what follows an Act 1 finale? That’s right! An Act 2 opener. One spotlight center stage. A soliloquy? A narrator?
Oh! Ah yes, of course it must be a Baz but first we need backstory. We need the curtains to rise on this new tone. We need someone who was there. Who knows. We need…
Simon POV, past (age sixteen):
Baz seems to play like he has nothing to prove but that’s not true. I see it in the way his nostrils flare during our wordless training sessions. Sometimes I think he might hate the ball. His eyes narrow into slits, glaring at it between his feet. Mercilessly drilling it back and forth like he’s beating it into a bloody pulp.
I don’t think football is fun for Baz.
thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @nightimedreamersworld @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum and @nausikaaa
now tagging @alexalexinii @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @excalisbury @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @ninemagicks @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold
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Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel
as performed by me
#ikabikam#shrek soundtrack#solsbury hill#any actual pianists i beg you not to comment on my hand posture
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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)
Thanks for the tags @theearlgreymage and @wellbelesbian !!!!
🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
For the sake of this endeavor I’m gonna focus on I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man which is also more affectionately referred to as IKABIKAM, eyecab eyecam, 👁️🚕👁️📸, etc.
🍄Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”
Natasha as like a vaguely Margaret Thatcher figure but she was in office in the late 90s not the 80s don’t think about it too hard okay the exact policy/praxis doesn’t matter so much as the ideology/vibes/dynamic + Davy (The Mage) as like a fucked up Welsh caricature (of his own design) because he’s overcompensating and has the media literacy of the worst film bro you’ve ever had the misfortune of talking to = their sons falling in love through football/soccer against all odds as juxtaposed between childhood and adulthood.
🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?
Trauma
🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
Solsbury Hill for obvious reasons
⚠️Which wip you’re most likely to finish or update next?
This one :-)
💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)
Okay, I’m usually absolute ass at naming files in any helpful fashion but this project is so organized on Google Docs. My notes app is a different story. Those don’t even have titles. I just launch into my whims as they come.
Most interesting answer I can give is that the folder containing all my fic documents is titled “kill the part that cringes.”
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip
Listen, I warned y’all.
To be in love with Simon Snow—a life sentence, an encyclopedia of grief.
♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
In the original musings of IKABIKAM—titled Scarborough Fair as the club was gonna be in Scarborough—Simon was Irish rather than Welsh and raised by Ruth. I know. Wild to think about now. But it’s true. And then I did some excavating on canon and the story we have today was born. Lost to time (the original idea of this fic which was actually two fics) is a whole very fun scene. I had planned that after the international break match against other, Simon convinced Baz to go out on the town with him. I wrote this snippet back then. It didn’t make the cut for obvious reasons and honestly I don’t know how much I stand by the characterization. Or the prose. Everything about IKABIKAM is better to me but this sexy little number deserves the people’s attention. I’m slightly concerned it’s offensive.
They’re playing INDUSTRY BABY in this club right now? I’m not dancing with Simon Snow to a Lil Nas X song. That music video…I’m only a man. I’m also not exactly sober. I will not risk a Snow relapse. Besides, Snow himself just downed the rest of his drink.
He leans toward me to say something. With the combination of his drunkenness and his accent I can barely make out his words, “eye gahta gohbakta da barrr.” (Translation: I’ve got to go back to the bar.) He really doesn’t.
I pluck the glass from his hand, “this last one is on me.”
He goofily smiles. His head is drooping to the side and his eyes are half-lidded. It would be adorable if I wasn’t worried about him falling over. I scan the room. One of the other Irish players is nearby. I hook Snow’s arm in mine (both my hands are full!) and drag him towards his teammate. He stumbles behind me looking completely blissed out.
I tap the other player on his shoulder. Clancy I think? The left winger. “Hey, I’m going to force Snow home so he can avoid a stomach pump. Could you make sure he doesn’t wander off while I close out my tab?”
He nods. I throw Snow at him and maneuver through the crowd up to the bar. It’s packed. I finish my own drink before I can push an opening to order. The bartender nods at me. She looks worn out from the night. I don’t blame her.
“Soda water with lime please.”
“Sure. What’s the name on the tab?”
“Grimm-Pitch. Could you close it?”
She nods and turns on her heel. A minute or so later she returns with the drink and my card. I take them.
“Is there any chance I could close out my mate’s tab too. He’s pissed.” I gesture back at the direction of Snow and Clancy. A circle of women have surrounded them. Honestly, fair.
The bartender gives me a wary eye. “What’s the name?”
“Snow.”
“Snow? Like the footballer Simon Snow over there?” She points at Simon.
I nod. The bartender scoffs, “Sure I’ll give Simon Snow’s card to some random Englishman.”
Random Englishman? Am I really going to have to do you know who I am this woman? I go for a subtle approach and just sort of lift an eyebrow and draw attention to the name on my own card: Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. The realization hits her. I was afraid I would have to tie my hair up.
“Oh shit. Fuck you’re Baz Pitch.” She stares at me. I hold out my hand. “Right, the card!” She hands me Snow’s card.
I nod, “Alright. Thanks.”
She shakes her head at me, “No, sorry for the hassle. Have a good night English…defensive midfielder…Baz Pitch.” She says my name with a laugh like she’s awestruck I’m in this Dublin nightclub (fair), “and thanks for the win today!”
I’m beyond tired of hearing that line.
When I return Snow is having the time of his life: posted up surrounded by ladies singing along to Ayyy Ladies. They’re not being subtle in their flirting. (Again, fair. Good for them.) Snow is incredibly respectful despite being off his face. Good lad. He’s still far too drunk to consent to anything so I don’t feel terribly guilty for pulling him away from the grind fest.
When he sees me approach he lights up, “Baz!” His arms fly open. “Took you long enough.”
I hand him his drink. There is a blonde woman dancing on him. She throws her arms around his neck. He knocks back the drink and chugs it in one go. A little water dribbles down his chin and he wipes it away with his thumb. It catches on his bottom lip. He hasn’t looked away from me once. And this fucking song…
“When I hit it from the back, don't fuss, don't fight
When I put it in ya mouth, don't scratch, don't bite”
I need to get the fuck out of here.
He hands me back the glass, “That drink was awful. What was it?” His speech is a little less slurred than before.
“Water. I’m taking you home.”
He blushes, “What?”
“You’re plastered. So, you should get sick in your own loo rather than on this lovely woman,” I give the blonde a wink. She dances away.
I’m pretty sure tabs aren’t even really that much of a thing in Ireland. And like…I don’t think you can close them out for someone else. So like. I don’t know what the fuck I was on while writing that. Obviously not Google.com, or reality. But most of all I was absolutely jump-scared reading that back and discovering I was gonna make Baz a defensive midfielder? WTF!?
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
A hockey one-shot. Whenever it happens the chirps are gonna be out of this world.
🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?
One in a way that’s meaningful. Maybe two. It’s a fresh thing.
🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
The chapter is really expositional in an isolated way and so I have to backtrack for context without being boring.
❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
Blessed beyond belief.
Now tagging @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @noblecorgi @prettygoododds @thewholelemon @valeffelees @roomwithanopenfire @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe omg and @emeryhall tell me everything
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Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!
One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)
lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde
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ok anyway
“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!
Aggression aside, let’s get into it.
As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.
Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)
Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.
Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up
Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for
Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into
Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….
You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.
If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.
Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.
So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.
Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.
If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!
And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall
Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
#as i was typing this an eighth grader started singing that jack harlow song help#wipsday#ikabikam#vainposting#Youtube
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Lights are flashing. Find your seat. The entr’acte is upon us.
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Reconnected with my old fandom friends from grade school to watch the new Percy Jackson series. We’re reliving the lore. I’m attempting to keep writing the next chapter of IKABIKAM. It’s the Christmas Episode!
A middle-aged man opens the door. He looks a little like Simon but all the parts he didn’t inherit from his dad. His stature. His smile. His inability to grow consistent facial hair.
The man gapes at me, stumbling over his words. He’s a mess but endearingly so. Another Simon trait.
“You’re—you’re Baz Pitch!”
Tagging! @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @larkral @martsonmars @messofthejess @mooncello @nausikaaa @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @yellobb
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