#sarcasticfina

i have spent hours designing my queue so that whatever ship or show i'm into doesn't show up too frequently. i was recently directed to 30 posts of steroline. i wanted all of them, so i paces out like 5-6 regular posts in between lol

My Tumblr Crushes:

sarcasticfina (28%)

queensoverwatch (2%)

thoseopeneyes (2%)

foreverfelicityqueen (2%)

actualpuppychriswood (2%)

leatherjacketsandrum (2%)

chris-woods (2%)

bookolicitynessa (1%)

feilcityqueen (1%)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 8 stories (if you have less than 8, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 8 authors! 

I was tagged by the awesome @unacaritafeliz . Thank you! :D 

i'm superwoman, with an s on my chest (but can someone just know me) (smallville, lois/clark)

“Ms Lane? You can go in now.”

heavy is the head (that wears the crown) (mcu, shuri-centric)

Shuri almost wished someone would challenge (no one does).

i’m broken and its beautiful (can someone just hold me, don’t fix me) (smallville, lois/clark)

The rooftop of the Talon was quiet and peaceful and yet the silence wasn’t at all comforting. 

love is (a warm cup of cocoa) (smallville, clark & jonathan, lois/clark)

When Clark was six years old, he learned how to make hot chocolate from his dad. 

imperfect perfection (one tree hill, jake/peyton)

“Peyton? Is everything going alright in there? I think I smell smoke.” 

(you’re all i need) underneath the tree (smallville, lois/lana)

“Next year, we’re going plastic.” 

stockings hung up with care (and made with love) (smallville, clark/oliver)

“This looks domestic.” 

(you’re) perfect for me (gilmore girls, rory/paris)  

“Okay, let’s go over the list one more time.”

Patterns: Mostly I tend to start with dialogue. I never know how to start or end a fic, so I try to get into it. Or a character doing something.

Favorite: I think maybe the Shuri one? I just like the way it sounds.

post seven sentences from your current WIP and then tag seven others! 

Currently, I’m working on my clois role reversal fic, and though there are a bunch of half done fics among my word docs, including a clark/ollie soulmate au, i will go with that one: 

“Well, Lois, you’ll be in Clark’s room, and Clark will be on the couch,” Martha explained, as they said on said couch that would apparently be Clark’s temporary bed. Her eyes widened slightly, as her gaze darted between the two of them. “Unless of course you two are …”

It took a moment for Lois to realize what she was implying, but she and Clark seemed to figure it out at the same time, both of them shaking their head and answering in the negative at the same time. 

“No, no, we’re not,” Lois said, cheeks heating up, as Clark expressed a similar sentiment. “I can sleep on the couch though.”

“Well, if you insist ...” Clark started, his tone teasing, laughing as Martha smacked his arm.  

“Of course not,” Martha replied, as he gave her a cheeky smile. “Ignore my terrible son. Where were you raised?”

“In a barn,” he replied promptly, causing both Lois and Jonathan to let out a little laugh, and Clark’s grin to just widen further as Martha raised an eyebrow, shooting a quick glare at her unrepentant husband and son.