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La Colombe 

“Why do you always disappear?” he asked, on a morning I planned not running into anyone, with tired eyes and a weary heart I answered much to his surprise. “Because every now and then I tend to lose myself. I disappear in order to find her.” Though it was true, a part of me held back wanting to say I just needed someone to notice. That losing myself came in all sorts of consequences, and I just wanted someone else to come searching for that part of me I lost, too. And so he smiled, and asked if I wanted to eat my croissant. 

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Sexuality Crisis

Magnus had never been attracted to boys before, only girls. He could appreciate the aesthetic of them, but never before had he wanted to date one. He was as straight as a rod-always had been, and always will be.

So it wasn’t gay of him to think Alex was cute. She was cute on both her female days and male days. It wasn’t gay at all.

Right?

Or: Magnus has a crisis over whether liking Alex is gay or not and everyone else is facepalming at him.

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Magnus was straight.

Sure, he had that period of time where he had questioned his sexuality after learning that heterosexuality wasn’t the only one, but everyone went through that. And by the time it was over, he had decided that he was nothing other than straight. The thought of being anything else never crossed his mind again.

But just because Magnus was straight didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the aesthetic of other guys from time to time. He wasn’t blind, he could tell whether people were attractive or not. And sometimes, those guys were pretty nice to look at for a moment or two longer than necessary. But he never once felt the desire to do anything romantic with them, because he wasn’t attracted to guys. It was as simple as that.

“See something ya like?”

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Someone asked for some Chirrut POV from A Single Monk in Good Standing Must be in Want of a Bro, so I did something (approx. 600 words):


“It’s done,” Janos says, quiet but urgent. “It’s done, he’s noticed.”

Contrary to what some elders might say, Chirrut is capable of tact and caution. Right now he displays those skills excellently, for he limits his reply to an equally quiet, “Where is he? How is he?”

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anonymous asked:

egobang, first kiss

Dan/Arin: Egobang 

Maybe it’s strange that after five or so years of knowing Arin that their first kiss happens now. Hell, it’s kinda strange that they are having a first kiss or any kiss at all. So much has changed in the time that Dan’s known Arin, so much about their lives, about himself, about the other man. Nothing really ever stays quite the same as where you began and Dan is okay with it. He’s okay with aging and maturing and growing as a person, as long as it means he can keep growing alongside of Arin.

Arin smiles at him from across the space on the couch. He’s got his gunnar glasses on, his hair pulled back in a semi-loose ponytail. He looks just the slightest bit older, almost undetectable, but Dan can see the spots where maybe Arin is a little soft, where the hints of laugh lines are beginning to form, he doesn’t point them out because he doesn’t need to. Arin is Arin no matter what he looks like, the shell could change but the insides would stay the same.

They’re playing the new Zelda game and it’s a bit of a marvel to Dan to see how far the game series he’s loved since childhood has grown and changed. Dan makes a joke and Arin laughs, true and big, the kind where he clutches his stomach and the controller falls lax against his thigh. Dan’s been witness to Arin laughing this way close to one hundred times if not more by now, but it still draws this bubbling feeling out of him, makes his guts twist with fondness, with a sense of giddiness that he doesn’t get with anyone else.

Dan starts laughing too, the feeling in the room contagious. He winds up slumped sideways, forehead against Arin’s shoulder as they giggle together like children. When their laughter slows and Dan looks up, their faces are close and he can smell Arin’s cologne, mixed with the hint of his sweat and it should be gross but mostly it’s comforting.

It’s sappy as all hell and Dan would probably never admit it – not even to Arin – but he sometimes feels like he and Arin share a connection, something chemical and deep, like his body was made to react to Arin’s in these unique ways.

“You still here?” Arin says, his voice deep and fond and his hand finds its way to Dan’s forehead, pressing there like he’s taking Dan’s temperature.

“Yeah,” Dan says, too light, much softer than he intended. He reaches out and grabs Arin’s hand, intent on pushing him away, but his body doesn’t let go when it’s supposed to and then their hands are linked warm.

Arin looks at their hands, eyes crinkling in thought before he meets Dan’s eyes again. For once, Dan has no idea what Arin’s thinking. It’s a terrifying notion.

“Dan?” Arin says, his own voice just a whisper.

“Yeah,” Dan says, though less a question and more filler, more like he has to say something though his mind is a blank slate.

“Do you ever think you could do something really, really stupid and you know it’s stupid but you still want to do it?” Arin asks, his voice quieter than before.

“Yeah,” Dan says, clearing his throat, “I know what you mean.”

“I think I’m having that moment right now.”

“You are?” Dan asks, throat tight.

Arin nods, his eyes flutter closed and he swallows loud enough for Dan to hear.

“Me too,” Dan breathes.

Then, no words need to pass through them, that connection, that familiarity working between them on every level. Dan leans in and fills the space that Arin has left him, the space that maybe has always been there, a pocket of air meant to save them, to allow them to breathe, a duel ecosystem where their lips meet in their first kiss.

It’s warm and innocent and electrifying in every sense of the word. Arin’s hand creeps to Dan’s neck and holds on, Dan hums into their kiss. He’s oddly content, everything feels right, like the world shifted into place and things are clearer now than they have ever been before. 

FP Jones x Reader- Figure it out

Thank you anon for the request! As I stated before everyone in this fic is legal age, and the reader will be older than Jug. I also made it so FP was young when he had Jug, but there was still a large gap.

Anyway I am so so sorry this was late. Aaaaah I hate that this was so late. I hope I wrote it to your standards and you like it ^^ If not please let me know and I will try to fix it. Also thank you so, so much for the well wishes you sweetheart <3 Hope you are doing well anon!

I don’t know yet if I will continue to allow age differences like this in my writing as I wasn’t too keen on writing it. I wasn’t a big fan but I did want to get this one written, as I said I would

Warnings: Age difference, swearing, implied smut

Words: 2160

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I don’t know why, but sometimes I still think about you. Not in a “I miss you” kind of way, but just in a “You came to mind” kind of way. And sometimes there would be questions that surface, thoughts about what my life would be like had you decided to stay that one summer I wanted to pour my whole heart for you.
—  Keen Malasarte, Doubts.
Another way of saying vulnerable, is sensitive.
Your vulnerabilities are merely sensitivities, and being sensitive to something means you notice it keenly. Weaknesses can be strengths. Use your sensitivities to an advantage. Make it your strong point. Temper and train it to obey.
—  B. E. Barnes
Gotham Imagine.

Request: “ Could you please write a Gotham imagine where the reader is Jim’s daughter and Bruce’s girlfriend when she’s at the GCPD Jerome takes her hostage instead of Lee. Basically Jim and Bruce go after the reader to save her from Jerome since he’s had an obsession with her ever since the last time he was alive. And can the ending be fluffy and adorable please? Thank you!💜”

From: Anonymous!


“Y/N, can you go grab the case file from my office, please?” Lee asked, giving my father- Jim Gordon- her best stink eye as she stood in front of his desk, waiting to talk with him privately.

“But I’m supposed to be meeting Bruce.” I complained with a small frown.

“Just do it, Y/N.” Jim grumbled, giving Lee a pleasant smile. I didn’t know why he played to it. Rolling my eyes, I nodded and slipped off of his desk to go down to her office, through the medical examination room. It always gave me the creeps, one of the few things in Gotham that actually managed to do so, but I went anyway. It was the only way to get to the stinking office. I hummed a small tune as I went, ‘Twisted Nerve’ specifically, it was a bit of an unnerving tune, but it was catchy and I couldn’t help it. My feet pattered on the tiles as I opened the door and hurried through the examination room, Jerome’s body was still on the table and even with his face he scared me, so you can imagine how I felt seeing him all bandaged up like that. 

I found the files easily, purposely knocking over a photo frame and a pencil pot before I left. Leaving the dark room I turned back to shut the door and then when I turned back to hurry through the examination room again-

“Boo!” His voice was like living Jack-In-The-Box, springing out at me with so little warning that the files fell to the floor and I squealed quietly. Waving his dramatically before cracking his knuckles, he had that disturbing, but signature grin on his face, like I should actually enjoy seeing him Alive. Very not dead. “Nawh. Is Jimbo’s daughter scared?” He chuckled, taking my hand a leading me to the table. 

“Y-You’re not… Not-”

“Dead…? Sit, sit.” He shrugs, gesturing to the table and I comply nervously. “Nope, not got a clue how that happened, or what happened for that matter. But some guy took my face, and as you can imagine, I’d like it back. Tell me what I missed.” He clasps his hands together and leans against the desk, an eager smile on his face, toying with the gun in between his hands, causing me to look down at the dead officer on the floor. My eyes widened in horror, to which Jerome responded by grabbing my chin and getting em to face him, urging me to explain. Which I did, but not without looking back down at the crimson red blood on the floor. 

“…He took your face.” I finish as gently as possible, looking down at the floor, but my head shot back up again when he laughed quietly.

“Oh yes! I remember you better now.” His words had no relation to what I just told him, he was definitely an odd one. “Not only are you Jimmy’s daughter… Your little Brucie’s girlfriend… Awh! Has a good taste in woman…” He remarked, tilting his head and leaping forward to take a pair of handcuffs off of the dead officer. 

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly, getting off of the table and taking a few steps back.

“What d’you say about me and you going on a little trip?” His eyes lit up in deranged excitement. “Let’s call it a date! I’d hate to steal another guy’s gal, but damn… I just, Can’t, help myself.” He hummed eagerly, not struggling to handcuff me and start taking me out of the back entrance of the GCPD, going to make his big announcement…

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On any other occasion I’d have complimented the restaurant and said it was a beautiful place to eat- the intricate designs on the ceiling, elegant decor and well-chosen colour schemes-by any other occasion what I meant was, a time when the room wasn’t covered in pools of blood, blood spatters and dead bodies. After taking me from the GCPD, kicking and screaming, Jerome forced me into the back of a car and took me to the facility where he reattached his face and caused the city-wide power outage. From there, all he had to do was pick up some goons that would help him carry out his dirty deeds. They massacred the people hiding in the restaurant, save the kitchen staff and tied me to the chair, not exactly what I’d call a date.

“This is so lovely! Betcha’ Brucie never did all this for ya!” He gestured to the mess and his cult friends laughed maniacally, to which I cringed. “I expect he’ll be around soon, looking for his lady, but what he doesn’t know is… He ain’t getting you back.” He leaned for ward with a grin, adjusting his tie and the table cloth, almost seriously. Soon enough the food was brought out, despite it smelling wonderful, the presentation was terrible Who could blame them? I’d do a terrible job too if I was that nervous. The one waiter they hadn’t killed was sweating profusely and started to cry when Jerome snatched his plate.  

“Th-thank-you.” I smiled weakly at the man, swallowing anxiously, but Jerome frowned.

“Terrible. Absolutely terrible. I bring my lady on a date and they can’t even serve the food properly!” He snapped, pulling his gun out and shooting the man in the neck. Blood sprayed across my cheek and I cried out, shutting my eyes. “Oh damn… They always said not to shoot the messenger… Go kill the rest of them…” Jerome ordered happily before picking up his knife and starting to eat.  I sat silently, holding my breath as he ate. Worrying that nobody would ever come until I saw the flashing lights outside the broken window.  I exhaled suddenly and started to stand up, my hands still tied awkwardly to the wood.

“Thank god…” I muttered, but Jerome held up the gun, pointing it at me without taking his eyes off of his dinner. Finishing the mouthful with a loud slurp, he stood up also. 

“Sit.” I snapped, shaking his head in disapproval. “Oh, Jimbo!” He called, gesturing for his men to move out the way of the door as my father and a few other officers entered. My father looked nervous, but clearly meant business with his stern expression, holding his gun high. It wasn’t until he was a few feet from Jerome that I saw Bruce poke out from behind his back.

“Bruce…” I whispered quietly, eyes lighting up hopefully, but I stayed in my seat, tugging lightly at my restraints. Jerome sighed loudly and then pointed at Bruce.

“Always ruining my fun, Jim. And as for you, little Bruce… Thinking you could just start dating my girl after I died. How disrespectful of you.” Jerome tutted, trying to step closer, but at that my father raised the alarm. Calling to the other officers and they opened fire.

“Y/N GET DOWN!” His voice echoed around the empty, bloody room.I dropped to the floor, pulling the chair on top of my body, still attached.  I remained like that until the gun shots stopped and all that was audible was the sound of Bruce’s fists hitting Jerome’s stapled face. “Hey, hey. Bruce.” My father spoke, pulling Bruce away, who was frowning deeply. Then he looked over to where I was and ran over, pulling the chair away and using the steak knife to cut the rope. He pulled me into a tight embrace and we stayed like that until there was the click of a gun. Jerome groaned and sighed, but he didn’t get any further than that, because my father swung at him, knocking the rest of his face off. I grimaced, then looked between the two most important men in my life and smiled softly. They saved me.

A/N: This ended pretty similar to my last imagine… I’m not always keen on writing the reader as a pretty quiet, obedient person, but hey, always time for something new! I hope you like it!

Is the writing this bad?

Is there something else going on or is the writing really this bad? Just the episode before Red says one of his biggest regrets is having some psychos kidnap someone and them killing the guy despite his instructions so the very next episode he does the same thing to Liz who he’s supposed to love? It doesn’t matter if you think it’s romantic or paternal, he has shown he loves her but he trusts her with a sadistic serial killer who likes to inflict pain? After what happened the last time he did that and got the person killed? I mean what?? He also just didn’t seem very concerned about her this episode. When he sees her he doesn’t bother to ask if she’s ok or apologize or anything. It’s not like the writers haven’t forgotten what was said in previous episodes before but come on, it was just the previous episode where he launched into this whole story of how much he regretted it! And to put Liz in harms way like that, I don’t get it.

Hello Writerly friends, just a heads up that I will be completely inactive for the next six weeks! I am travelling around in the Australian outback, where there is limited to no phone/internet service at all. Wish me luck!  

Feel free to keep asking questions and I’ll respond when I get back! :) 

anonymous asked:

I love Keen2. I want them to be happy and LAUGH from time to time, play with Agnes and all. I think Tom can be a sweetheart, the cutest but down there still lives the monster. There is one thing about him that I just cannot shake and makes it impossible for me to fully love him. And though I know he's redeemed himself, it's still bothering me. I can't trust him. I'm talking about the "we're newlyweds" scene back in S1. I need a closure. Tom KNEW Liz knew. I forgive the sucker-punches but this...

I know that that scene bothered a lot of people, and I really can’t blame them, even if I disagree with the definition some try to put on it.

It was a tough scene. I think it was meant to be dark and to leave us feeling uncomfortable. I think it was a bad place not just for Tom, but for Liz as well. 

From what I see, I believe the moment that Tom knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Liz knew who he was was actually the next episode. She comes home and finds him playing the music box that Red had restored for her. He asks her about her about it, she lies. He brings up the fact that he saw her at the National Archives and she lies again. I think that was the moment he knew, because  he leaves almost immediately after. He kisses her (and she doesn’t kiss him back) and “takes Hudson on a walk” and calls Berlin’s people for an extraction. The next time he’s in their home is when he’s tied to a chair, delivered by the Pavlovich Brothers.

Saying that, I think Tom suspected that Liz might know in 1.18. I’ve always read that scene as a test of sorts. If she slept with him, things were normal and good and he didn’t have to worry. If she came up with an excuse and found a way around it, then he needed to worry. His shortcoming there was the fact that he underestimated how far she was willing to go. I don’t think that he believed she’d be able (or willing) to take it as far as to sleep with him if she knew he had been lying.

And that brings it around to why it’s a bad place for Liz as well, because she did know that Tom was lying and chose to keep her own cover in everything. They’d been married for 2+ years at that point. I’m sure she’d told him no a time or two over the years and could have found a way to do it, but instead she chose to keep her cover rather than risk tipping him off.

He was playing her, she was playing him. It was a mess. It was twisted. It leaves the viewers feeling uncomfortable, as I think was the point of it. They were in a terrible place by then and things were quickly spiraling out of control for Tom, no matter how desperate he was to hold onto the family with the picket fence, and I don’t think you’ll ever hear a Keen2 fan say that he handled things well throughout 1B. Personally, I spend quite a bit of time looking at Tom’s motives for things, and while I understand why he did a lot of things that he did in the latter half of S1, that doesn’t mean that I approve of the character’s actions.

I don’t believe the much-debated newlyweds scene was rape. I do think that they were playing each other and that they took it too far. 

The good news for Keen2 shippers is that this has been (and continues to be) a journey, and that the low points are not the end. I think the writers needed to show how unhealthy their relationship truly was before the truth came out. They were both selfish in many ways, but that relationship that we saw fall so hard shattered, and from it the writers kept those pieces that did work, starting to build something new that had a steady foundation of honesty and respect and trust. 

The Arrangement: Chapter Five

Author’s Note: This little scene was meant to be short but it ended up needing to be longer, so I made it into its own little chapter! I’m so keen to write Chapter 6 because things might get a lil fluffy…

Also, I thought it was time for a GIF change haha enjoy :) 

Feedback is always appreciated, happy reading!

Masterlist

Originally posted by tfareylo

“Have you learned nothing this past month? If you become distracted for one second in battle, you will die.”

“I know,” you mumbled, picking up the training stick that Kylo had easily knocked from your grip. Your combat skills were steadily improving, though they were still nowhere near a match for him.

You waved the stick lazily towards him, and once more Kylo knocked it from your hands and lightly tapped his own weapon to your shoulder.

“Disarm me,” he instructed, handing you the stick.

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

You dropped your training weapon and crossed your arms.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You were feeling particularly miserable today, that’s all it was. You looked up at him, seeing your own reflection just slightly in his helmet. You looked an absolute mess.

Shrugging, “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not.”

“Why do you care?” You asked, lightly tapping the weapon from his hands, knowing he wasn’t at all focused on it, “There. Happy?”

He frowned beneath his helmet. He understood that training daily was taking its toll on you, but you hadn’t physically shown your exhaustion until now. He meant what he had said to you earlier, he cared for your wellbeing. The Supreme Leader had commanded Kylo took watch over you, and he was doing his best to adhere to that.

Since the attack on the original Starkiller Base, the First Order had kept a low profile while it rebuilt and recovered from its losses. While the threat of the Resistance remained, Kylo felt that you would not engage in a confrontation with them at least in the near future— Maybe he was overworking you. Your training was certainly proceeding far quicker than his did with Snoke. That thought gave him an idea.

Sighing, Kylo also dropped his weapon, “We’re done for today. Ensure that you are well rested for tomorrow, I won’t show such leniency if this happens again.”

You nodded gratefully and rushed out of the room, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you headed straight for your quarters.

Meanwhile, Kylo went to Hux’s office. He opened the door, not bothering to knock first, and was greeted to a scowling look by the General.

“What do you want?”

“Arrange an audience with the Supreme Leader immediately.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Hux muttered something under his breath before pressing something on his datapad, “How’s the Princess?” He asked as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. He had barely seen you since you arrived.

“Fine.”

“Her progress?”

Fine.” 

“Fallen in love with her yet?”

Kylo slammed his fist on Hux’s desk, “Shut up.”

Hux gave him an amused look before finishing his work on the datapad, “Be in the meeting room in ten minutes.”

Kylo nodded, “You’ll need to be there too.”

“What in the galaxy is this even about, Ren?”

Kylo said nothing before he slammed the office door and made his way to the meeting room. Hux entered shortly after Snoke’s towering hologram appeared.

“What is it, Commander Ren?”

“Supreme Leader, I wanted to ask for your permission to speak with Y/N’s father.”

Hux looked confused while Snoke responded, “What business do you have with the King? You met with him just over a month ago, surely any matters you needed to discuss with him were already taken care of,” Snoke said.

“I believe he will want to hear of his daughter’s progress,” Kylo responded.

“He left the Princess in the First Order’s care, her progress is not his concern.” Hux said.

“I believe it will strengthen our alliance, Supreme Leader. Show the King that we have nothing to hide from him.”

Snoke hummed in agreement, “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll send for him at once—”  

“No, I-I,” Kylo faltered slightly, “I would rather visit him.”

“A diplomatic mission sounds more like a task for me, doesn’t it?” Hux said.

Kylo nodded, “General, you will accompany me.”

“I assume you wish to take the Princess with you?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader. Her training will not be affected by this visit.”

“I would hope not, Ren.”

“Oh please, she is obviously the reason for this ridiculous trip! Why are you indulging her?” Hux asked, agitated.

“Has she expressed the desire to return home, Commander?” Snoke asked.

Kylo looked briefly at Hux before he continued, “No. But the Princess has become…melancholy.”

“And is it affecting her training?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader. She needs something to re-focus, perhaps lift her spirits.”

“Well you are her husband, surely you can take care of that,” Hux smirked.

Kylo felt the heat rising to his cheeks, and he was thankful that Hux couldn’t see him underneath the helmet.

Snoke ignored Hux’s comment, “Then you may bring her with you.”

Kylo nodded while Hux frowned, “I would be careful that we do not allow the Commander to be influenced by the Princess’ whims in the future, Supreme Leader.”

“She didn’t ask for this, General. I have made that quite clear.”

Hux raised an eyebrow, “Then you’re being awfully thoughtful towards your apprentice.”

“That’s enough General,” Snoke commanded, “If the Princess’ training is being affected, I see no problem with this matter. I trust you won’t either.”

“Fine.” Hux said before storming out.

“You may leave, Ren,” Snoke said, “Ensure the girl is back to her normal self when you return.”

Kylo nodded before making his way to your quarters.

You were lying face down on the bed, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You shot up at the sound of the blast doors opening and quickly wiped your eyes as you heard Kylo’s footsteps enter the bedroom.

“What is it?” You sniffled.

“I’m taking you home,” he said.


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On Her Own

Character/Pairing: Female!Reader x Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer

Word Count: 577

Warnings: Angst

A/N: 

This is my entry for Laura’s (@just-another-busy-fangirl​ ) 1K Followers Musical Challenge. 
Song Prompt: ‘On My Own’ - Les Miserables 

Unbetad. 

I’m not that keen on writing angst but the song was great for it, I just hope I’m able to make you all a little bit sad at least.

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On Her Own


She yawns as the final credits roll down the black screen, matching the dark room around her and she covers her mouth with cold, numb fingers that barely feel hers anymore. With watery eyes - as a combination of tiredness and the bittersweet ending of the film- she sniffs and wipes her nose with the end of the long sleeve of the borrowed flannel she’s wearing.

She shivers as a cold breeze reaches the exposed skin of her thighs inside the oversized garment, shaking her right hand finds the pad, moving around a bit until the little arrow appears and she double clicks away, finally finding what she’s looking for.

The old pictures make a sad smile tug at the sides of her lips and tears finally spill from the corner of her bloodshot eyes.

“Feeling sentimental,” a deep voice asks from behind, provoking goosebumps all over her body. Yet, she doesn’t answer and scrolls to the next picture.

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Being a writer and dating Alex would include:

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

     A/N // Just pure fluff for the writers out there who are starting/veterans/non-fiction/fiction writers

  • Late night editing sessions with a little too much blood flowing through your veins
  • Getting coffee together for those sessions you just need to power through
  • Proof reading each other’s work oppose to reading books
  • Still reading endless amounts of books
  • Alex threatening to withhold cuddles and kisses if you don’ show him your work
  • You did that once and he gave in three hours after and then you let him read it so he doesn’t really do it anymore
  • Encouraging you whether you’re a veteran, started, fiction writer or nonfiction writer, he’d always encourage you to write whatever you feel like writing
  • Remind each other you should, first of all turn that brightness down, probably get some sleep because you still have to be alive and go to a job.
  • Participating in NanoWrimo together every year
  • Giving each other daily notes of encouragement to reach the word count you’re aiming for that day and just get it done
  • Convincing him to write a novel/novella with you because he’s not keen on writing fiction but he’s willing to give it a shot.
  • Little tips and tricks, typing that way could be more efficient if you want to type quickly, I saw this new program we could try out for planning etc. Sharing every news with each other about new discoveries and trying them out together