thelinesoflearning | Writing meme.

Writing meme.

As I spend tonight attempting to jolt myself into a wordbrain.

Give me titles to fics I've never written and I will write you at least three sentences of that fic.

Current main fandoms: Welcome to Night Vale, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Firefly, Newsflesh, October Daye, Practical Magic, the Devil's Carnival, Sherlock BBC, tenatively Hannibal, and original fiction.
I'm willing to try other things you know I know, though, and a fuller list is here if you feel like poking it.

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I Can't Burn Long (But I'll Burn Brightly)
Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes
Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts
The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dara Not Speak

ii. Abigail

Color theory says that green is the color of healing, and hospitals and doctors are a starch, stark white. But green just makes her think of the trees her dad taught her how to climb, long before the first girl gone missing, and hospital white hurts her eyes.

No, healing is a rainbow of its own, grounded in browns. The soft brownish-white of dough under her fingers, the rhythm of four hands working together. The weird purple-brown of organs and the sticky red-brown of sauce and blood as she learns how to make food fancy, how to make a meal that looks like it came out of a cookbook, not some fifties homemaker throwback. The brown-grey of concrete under the rising sun, instead of grass and wood and leaves.

<33333 I love this more than I really should. I love this and I love Abigail and you are only going to make me love her more.

Georgia -- his friend Georgia, not George, Georgia 2.0, whose opinions on the matter remain a mystery and, Mahir is sure, always will, at least to him -- Georgia would say they were. But Georgia saw in black and white, and even if Mahir hadn't seen in more shades of grey before, being a parent teaches you a lot of things. Some of those things are shocking and beautiful and impossible to put into words -- like the fact that you've never truly loved as much, as selflessly, or as selfishly until you're holding your child in your arms. Some of them are harsher, and crueler, and perhaps more important -- like the fact that there are such things in this world as necessary lie, that there's more reasons to lie than just to save your skin.

Edited (I missed out on words.) 2013-08-16 02:22 (UTC)

Oh honey, I want this fic. I want both the fics but I want this one badly. I love you and love your words and just. <3<3<3<3<3<3

"But you went at tea time." Cecil's voice cuts through Carlos' complaint, and he can hear the frown in his voice. "Of course they gave you tea."

"But it's a coffeehouse. I didn't even know they served tea."

"Everyone serves tea at tea time." Cecil's voice is grave enough that Carlos knows what's coming even before he finishes, "It's a law."

"Right." Carlos bites his tongue and very carefully doesn't hit the steering wheel, because Night Vale laws are occasionally terrifying but generally fascinating, and stumbling into a new one is usually about as interesting as a scientific discovery, but not when it means he has to explain to the team why he's not coming in with coffee. "When does tea time end?"

"Oh, it's hard to say. It c--"

And whatever Cecil's about to say is probably both very interesting and very important, but Carlos has a lab full of tired scientists, so he cuts him off anyway. "Cecil. Can I buy a coffee maker during tea time?"

Oh god, that is adorable. <3333 That makes me happier than it should.

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Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts [Hannibal]

Re: Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts [Hannibal]

The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dare Not Speak [Newsflesh]

Re: The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dare Not Speak [Newsflesh]

Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes [Welcome to Night Vale] -- Yeah, I don't know.

Re: Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes [Welcome to Night Vale] -- Yeah, I don't know.