(PricklyCauldron)

(that's just the name of the post though, I'm not tagging anyone, I'm tagging @kuchisabishiiiiii but only because they tagged me. thanks for tagging me! <3 )

Reading:

I like to say I'm reading Another Country by James Baldwin because I'm half way through it and I love it, but also I haven't picked it up in months. So here we are. I think I'm starting Dwelling on Dreams by The_Sinking_Ship.

Last song:

I'm having so much trouble figuring this out. I am not currently in a listening to things phase. I don't remember the last time I sought out a song and listened to it... maybe I put on UNDER8ED by Pardison Fontaine? and then I probably just listened to the whole album.

Last film:

Like 3/5ths of F1. Lol, my partner and I switch off picking movies to cut down on negotiation time. I don't know why I thought F1 would be good... But it was super boring, and it was like like seven hours long, we did not finish it. There was a lot of F1 racing. I don't know what I was expecting. I'm not great at picking movies. The problem is I'm extremely finnicky about spoilers and I refuse to watch trailers or read anything about a movie before I start it. It's very vibes based, it has a very low success rate.

Last series:

I've been passively watching the second god-awful season of The Wire because that's what my partner is watching but actually seeing start to finish I guess would be that new Game of Thrones universe show, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms or something. I... liked it okay. I was very upset that his love interest was that woman and not the hot Baratheon that he had way better chemistry with.

Sweet or salty:

For snack foods, salty, for sure. But also, I am constantly complaining that things are too salty... almost as much as I complain that everything is too sweet.

Coffee or tea:

Coffee. Tea makes me so mad, why do I have so much of it! Why is it taking up so much space! Why do people keep giving it to me! Tea is so far away from my lifestyle. You know how tea people are like "You actually want the water to be 180 degrees! not boiling! and then they set a timer so it doesn't over-steep? I'm more of a coffee dumpster rat, I drink the cheapest instant coffee I can find with enough milk that it's barely hot.

Working on:

I tried to make a list of all the different fics I was in progress on the other day and I think it was like eight, and then I had three other ideas later that day and started working on those. It's a mess, I don't know, I'm probably the closest/most likely to finish a thing that started as a Drarrymicrofic for the prompt Eavesdrop. I think that one is pretty much written and it just needs to be edited. But that's not the fun part! So who knows. How do people finish fics that aren't under deadline for fests? Is that a thing?

Rules: You will be given a word, then you share an excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

Thanks @angeldog5 for tagging me! My word is STOAT. I was not able to do it 100% in order... but this story isn't 100% linear anyway so maybe it's appropriate! This was really fun, thanks for thinking of me :)

S

“Sonorus,” Harry said quietly and he flinched at the raw sensitive thrum of his magic – of their magic, painful to use, like dirty fingers in a fresh wound. He looked at Draco sorrowfully, and placed a hand tenderly on his waist, he was cold as he looked.

T

“Tell them to leave,” Harry said, feeling his resolve thicken, mounting the last step and coming almost eye to eye with Draco. Their proximity was soothing. Harry’s magic already beginning to slot itself into the valleys and fissures of Draco’s core. The ritual straining to complete itself. Harry felt affirmed of his decision, this was right, their magic wanted to be joined. (out of order because I couldn’t make it work otherwise)

O

Once they got to the library and Harry sent his owl off, Draco dragged him around four different sections and piled books in his arms before they went to Draco’s office. 

A

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

Harry slumped back in his chair and tried to breath, he tried to focus on the pattern of the ceiling. He closed his eyes, he just wanted Draco in his lap, or curled up against his side with an arm slung over his chest, his soft breath rustling in Harry’s hair, like last week, before that fucking party. 

T  

The grip of Draco’s fingers was rough but it didn’t matter, it felt like lifeblood, like oxygen when you’re drowning. “I do regret it.”