Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

Mal held the sword out firmly, glaring at him down the length of the blade. "Are you in league with her?"

Flip edged a look at the frozen fairy before looking back at the point of her sword, dangerously near his heart. "Me in league with-- you've gotta be kidding me. And be careful with that thing – do you even know how to use it?"

"I knocked out a couple of goblins naked and unarmed," Mal pointed out. "Whose capacity for violence are we really questioning here?"

Fanfic:

The correlation between new teacher joining Beacon Hills High and new teacher being elbows-deep in the supernatural wasn't rocking a p value of one, but on a scale of as likely as Allison not having a weapon on her to if you date Derek Hale you're going to die, it was much closer to the latter.

Maybe it was on a probability par to if you date Lydia Martin or Derek Hale, you're most likely going to be a killer of some sort.

And yeah, Scott's been hitting his statistics homework a little hard recently, but only because it turns out having your lacrosse coach as your teacher isn't the free ride to an easy A that most people think. It's actually been interesting to see how probability can affect stock price calculations, but when he voiced that out loud, Stiles spat milk out of his nose and started cackling that Scott had been drinking the Kool-aid.

Anyway, while Scott's vaguely sure that the new science teacher Mr. Joblin is sketchy as hell (because who wears stretchy pants to teach in? seriously?), there's more of a potential mystery going on with the new English teacher Ms. Williams.

More specifically: Stiles' weird-ass reaction to her.

Bonus rec:

For all the writers on my flist (so many awesome writers y'all), Focus At Will. It's awesome - a music player with a 60 minute timer, and you can choose your preferred genre (I'm digging the Ambience one at the moment) and it really helps if you're trying to write for an hour uninterrupted to keep you in the zone. There's even a test mix for ADHD peeps which is interesting - I wrote really quickly to it, but that might be more of a rhythm thing!) Anyway, the cinematic mix is rad, and it works not just for writing, but if you're like me and sometimes waste hella time putting together a playlist to write to, this is quicker and helpful. ♥

(Bonus rec 2: NOWHERE BOYS. seraphina_snape wrote a great introductory piece about it for Small Fandom Fest. If you liked Sliders, but wanted to find more about the emotional repercussions of what would have happened had they just slid into one dimension and stayed there, or you like boys and demons and supernatural and disparate characters being forced to work together or you're like me and an addict to all the Australian kid shows of the 90s - Mission Top Secret, The Girl From Tomorrow - go give it a go! I've always wanted a live-action series where the characters each represent an elemental power, and this one is great! Bonus tip for watching: It takes a few episodes to get started, but they're only 25 minutes each. And you can watch them while doing other stuff. Normally I rec stuff which needs you to pay attention - like Leverage you can't really look away or you might miss something - but I happily did house chores while watching it and it was perfect. GIve it a go! You can find most of the episodes on YouTube. :D The fandom's currently tiny - but growing - and the characters are literally shippable in all combinations. Especially the boys but there's some het ships which are super cute too if you're into that. I'm kinda into all the boys/inanimate objects ship too which is better than it sounds.)

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

Some things on her quickly forming bucket list were more specific. Like teaching Anders how to drive a car without backing it into their bodyguard and breaking Randall's leg in two places. Learning how to make Mama's melt-in-the-mouth macaroons. Holding Beauregarde close as she cried over her first broken heart, because Bo was nearly fifteen, and a broken heart was as inevitable as death.

I'm so sorry, Bo, Astoria thought, shoving her Galindez-black long hair down the back of her shirt so her pursuer couldn't grab it. You'll have to survive a broken heart on your own now.

Fanfic:

"You're just manipulating my undying affection for you," Stiles informs her. Lydia's grin doesn't lessen any. "Aiden's better for bag carrying."

"Yeah, well," Lydia says, "Aiden's—"

She trails off.

"C'mon, don't pause in the middle of some werewolf smack talk," Stiles says, "that's always the highlight of my day—"

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: The world thinks you need two parents to be happy. Scott McCall knows the world is wrong.
Rating: PG
Characters: Scott McCall, Melissa McCall
Genre: pre-series gen
Warnings: brief allusions to abuse
Wordcount: ~1500
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf doesn't belong to me.
Notes: Written for beacon_hills, challenge 4: story time.

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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"This school is a good opportunity for you, sweetheart," Mom says, omitting the don’t screw it up that they both hear regardless.
Quentin looks at her for a long moment, at the severely-cut black suit matching the kohl of her make-up, at the crimson slash of lipstick on her mouth. It’s like she’s wearing armour, like she’s closed herself off to him.
It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t expecting it.
"I’ll be good," he says. It feels like a hope more than a promise.

Fanfic:

An almost desperate sound rends the air, and from the way Derek's throat burns, it might have come from him. He doesn't know. He also doesn't know who moves first, because it's like someone's swallowed a chunk of time. One moment he's standing there, staring at their joined hands, and the next his mouth has collided against Stiles and they're kissing, urgently. Stiles' mouth is wet heat against his, quiet desperation punctuated by fraught sounds, like this could disappear at any moment, and Derek's already addicted to those noises. He presses against Stiles, hauling him closer, Stiles' fingers scrabbling at the back of his neck for purchase as he makes a babble of sounds against Derek's mouth that shouldn't make sense but do: how long we've waited to do this again, the sounds say, and too long.

(I'm not normally beaten to this on my flist! I FEEL LIKE A SLACKER. :P)

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"How was school, darling?"

The questions are always the same; Quentin could probably recite the whole awkward family dinner script in his sleep. He wonders if he does. It sounds like the kind of thing a boy with no imagination might do.

He doesn't normally have a decent answer, and he supposes he doesn't have one today, other than: "There's a boy at school with my dead best friend's face."

Yeah, it's probably not suitable dinner conversation.

Fanfic:

It's Stiles. It's definitely Stiles. Standing there at the tills, smiling casually with the girl taking the orders. He's a little taller than Derek remembers, and definitely broader; his forest-green jacket hides little of the toned physique beneath. It's Stiles, and he's here.

Derek remembers Tadhg's website, RED ALERT: G. "Stiles" Stilinski: touch is poisonous to werewolves, VERIFIED [video evidence], last seen: Nevada; if seen, RETREAT and his fingers tremble into unwilling fists.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

It stuns them for a moment but Carey doesn't stop, yanking up the first guy by the hair and ramming him face first into a seat, while kicking the next one again in the chest, winding him. The third one has a knife, but the second one is too much in the way. It doesn't stop him from trying to slice at Carey. Carey grabs his arm, spins, and uses his momentum to throw him over his shoulder, and the third one lands with a large cracking sound in the aisle behind Carey. The first one stirs, but Carey slams his heel down on his throat, using him as a launching pad to leap onto the second one, who'd extracted a plastic knife from his pocket and is readying to throw it over to where Helena is battling the stewardess, who's gotten loose and is now putting up quite a fight.

Man, words cannot express how much Carey hates evil air stewardesses who know Kung Fu.

Fanfic:

"Demons," Allison repeats, slowly and steadily. She's always taken the supernatural world in her stride. She's calmer than she knows she is.

"Pissy things that make speeches and preen and think too much of themselves," a voice says, from behind them.

Allison, bless her soul, whirls around crossbow first – and keeps it aimed high even when they see who it is.

"Dad," Stiles says, weakly.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"I seriously have to tell you to stop thinking too much?" Jacan says in his ears, pretending to sound scandalised, but the joking tone is betrayed by the soothing hand that smooths across Carey's back for a moment, the same gesture they used growing up to calm each other down.

"Uh, not that I want to interrupt brotherly bonding," Victor says, "or that I'm eyeballing this hug in rampant jealousy because I want brotherly cuddles—"

"We'll get you later, dorkface," Jacan says.

Victor flips him the bird. "But we need to make a plan. Do we really want to let Monsters dictate our next move?"

Fanfic:

Stiles kissed him, kissed him like they were both drowning and Derek was air, kissed him like it was a claim. And Derek had wanted him to. Had tugged him in closer. Had covered Stiles' mouth with his own and tasted him eagerly, his wide hands spanning Stiles' waist in two spread-wide stars, Stiles' long fingers indenting the back of Derek's neck, like he had to cling on to stay upright.

They kissed until Stiles remembered they were both still covered in Alpha pack blood, and that it was maybe ten degrees outside if you rounded up, and Stiles was trembling too much to keep going. And even then, Stiles kissed him a little longer, quietly desperate, eyes shining at Derek in the murky twilight.

Needless to say SPOILERS, SWEETIE.

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Under the cut! (so I don't inflict it on people who don't curr) ALSO SPOILERS FOR ALL OF TEEN WOLF.

( I just finished watching Teen Wolf! )