#frecklefaceb

Since Tumblr likes to eat things, like my other fic request, consider this my new request. I want to see a fic we’re Eric is relaxing in a post apocalyptic world, think Last Man on Earth. Lets see Eric give Phil a run for his money!

This request is one of my absolute favorites. I’ve discussed it with @clublulu333 and I believe she’s going to participate, if that’s acceptable.

13. How do you deal with writers block? - Writer’s block sucks, let me say that first. Sometimes I ask for help working through things, other times I walk away and wait. Waiting seems to work, go away and work on something else, until the inspiration come back. 

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on - Well! Okay, so this is very, very new. I mean this is so new I was shocked by it, but here it is: (I hope people will be excited about this, because I am super excited!)

…“Ihave a passion for fine horses and bad men, Mr. Shelby.” Eileen’seyes flickered with a hint of mischief. 

“Finehorses I have, bad men are a matter of opinions.” Tommy repliedtipping the rum to his lips. Sucking in a breath after the drink hadburned it’s way down, he plucked a cigarette from his pocket. “We’llbe in touch, Mrs. Clayton.”

Gatheringher purse, Eileen snubbed the cigarette out in the tin ash tray,standing from her side of the desk. Lips in a tight line, her darkcurls shone when the sunlight from the dirty window met them. Hereyes fixed on the notorious man before her. 

“We willbe in touch, Mr. Shelby.” She repeated a variation of Tommy’swords.

Onher heel, she turned after a curt nod. Casting Finn a side glance,she held her head high as she walked through to see herself out. Aman such as Tommy Shelby couldn’t be bothered to see a lady to thedoor, not that Eileen Clayton was any sort of lady by definition.   

Inthe corner, Finn shifted uneasily, he would have to get used tomeetings like this if he wanted to be a full time  Peaky Blinder.Sighing, the young man licked his lips, people were funny creatures.A woman had just walked in here, confessing things to strangers, andthen walked out like it had never happened. Was it always like this?   

“Whatdid she mean, Tommy? It was an unfortunate accident? Did she kill‘im?” Finn’s eyes were wide.   

“I’mnot in the habit of making Eileen Clayton’s business my own, Finn.Now go on in, tell John it’s time to go.” Tommy blew a puff ofwhite smoke with his final words. …

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written - To shed some light on this, Brian Vickers is a redhead, who drove for Red Bull Racing for a few seasons. This is from a long forgotten fic called Fast Track. 

How was your vacation to Amity? You look relaxed here.