Something Witty

Thanks for tagging me @scmalarky!

Rules: share the last line of you wip and tag as many people as there are words in the last line

This is from my wip this is a gift (it comes with a price)

He was ready to try again.

This is from book 1 of The Fall

“He refused to be tied to a fate that was anything less than extraordinary.”

Was it time to plaster a smile on and hope nobody heard her mentally scream?

I put a hand on her arm, laughing a bit despite the pain. “It’s okay.”

“I look forward to becoming a part of it.”

I tag @thewritingcoroner​, @kg-willie​, @etjwrites​, @de-profundis-ad-astra​, @akwrote​, @golden-eyed-writer​, @queenetoilewrites​, @morganwriteblr​ and @letsmakeitwritee​

But that first kill, the unbearable weight that sank in her chest—as if that person’s life had settled on top of her shoulders to carry—she didn’t know of any amount of training could take that away.

Ah. I forgot about that line. Ouch

She's strong, maybe stronger than me. It might have me too comfortable, but I'm inclined to trust it.

I was tagged by the amazing @starlitesymphony thanks, pal!

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

“You guys were watching me, weren’t you?” Okay, so he didn’t expect it.

I tag : @hyba @zmlorenz @the-writing-fandom @ettawritesnstudies

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

She shakes it off as she washes her body and steps out, dries off and gets dressed.

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

“Whatever’s out there, whatever killed her…” Daeris turned back to them. “It’ll be coming for you next.”

The only sound is the crunch of the freshman’s crumpled bag.

As always, the sight of Solange made him feel sick.

As Fabienne watched Klaassen straining herself to walk even the short distance, her mind drifted off to the day her oh-so-staggering career at the Federal Security had begun.

That’s 28 words, let’s see if I can even tag that many people. As always, no pressure:

“He’s clever, he’s ruthless, and he understands politics. We must make our allegiance believable.”

“You’re good enough actors for that?”

She frowned. “Certainly. We’re politicians.”

Now to the line:

“No, I think it makes sense.” She looks up and I turn more to face her, massaging the backs of her hands with my thumbs. “You see, when I started stealing and running, I mourned for who I never got to be. I wasn’t dead, not exactly, but there was a part of me that I had to lay to rest. There was a version of me that I would never have the choice to be and even though I didn’t die, that’s a loss.”

I have restructured the folders to make them easier to use and managed to add almost all languages requested and then some

immigrants who do not have a valid, formal ID, prohibiting them from communicating, raising awareness about their situation, fundraising, networking for jobs, etc

lgbt+, neurodivergent, mentally ill, and politically active minors under their parents’ roofs

ANYBODY lgbt+, especially, given the uk government’s current stance of open hostility towards them, trans women. the idea of the government being able to trace any trans woman’s profile to their real identity…

acitivists– considering priti “literal, actual, cackling disney villain” patel is currently being very successful with her bill that prohibits protest and gives a maximum 10-year prison sentence for defacing a statue, it’s safe to say that the government is at the very least hostile to racial, climate, and gender justice movements to name a few. the government would be able to attach any social media account which posts about these topics to a real person’s identity and address.

even if you’re not from the uk, please reblog this to raise awareness! if you ARE, go here to email your MP and ask them to oppose the law.

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we’re a bit like the emo kids at school who slowly but surely became kpop stans. we call ourselves a dirtbag boyband because genre is dead and we think it’s kind funny. each to their own, tho.

we don’t have a fancy marketing team or anything. just us four, writing songs abt gay bars and asthma attacks and house parties and climbing rooftops and trying to constructively process the loss of loved ones. we’re gonna keep trying our best. you can check us out on spotify here. and our inbox is still open if you have any questions - we still use tumblr in the year of our lord 2020, so make of that what you will.

for real though, it’s incredibly hard to be a musical artist right now but it’s free for you to reblog this. maybe you jam us, maybe not, but hopefully in reblogging this someone who hasn’t listened to us yet will find us and then it starts a chain reaction and then maybe someday we wont have to make these promo posts anymore because a big fancy label exec will do it for us. bu yeah, if you can reblog that means the world to a small artist like us.