WIP Challenge - Check In, Day 26 - Saturday

[the_rck]

Poll #14432

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Today I

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planned
2 (40.0%)

researched
1 (20.0%)

wrote
4 (80.0%)

sent to beta
0 (0.0%)

edited
2 (40.0%)

posted
1 (20.0%)

rested
0 (0.0%)

did something else
2 (40.0%)

The way I feel about that is

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Mean: 7.00 Median: 6 Std. Dev 2.19

Terrible 1		0 (0.0%)
2		0 (0.0%)
3		0 (0.0%)
4		1 (20.0%)
5		0 (0.0%)
6		2 (40.0%)
7		0 (0.0%)
8		0 (0.0%)
9		1 (20.0%)
Wonderful 10		1 (20.0%)

Today is snippet day. Post a little bit from what you're working on.

I'm currently working on my Yuletide fic, so I can't post any of that.

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[hamimi_fk]

I finally started working on the third chapter (I haven't updated since July!) to one of my Homestuck fics - My Life Is A Nightmare (warning for slash and some coarse language):

“You’re making this hella awkward.”

I freeze mid-lick of my fingers, turning my head to where Dave’s standing behind the sofa. He doesn’t elaborate further as he hops over the back of the sofa, landing easily beside me. The dumb fuck isn’t wearing anything but his shades and a pair of red boxers with Big Bird on the ass and I’m the one making things awkward?

Without a word, he grabs the bowl of Doritos out of my lap and proceeds to devour them like he was a vacuum cleaner. When he reaches for the remote on the coffee table, I jolt him off course with a shoulder bump. He reaches again, tucking his shoulder and using my momentum from another attempted shoulder bump to knock me back, successfully snagging the remote in the process. I try to slap it out of his hand, but he moves his hand out of the way and slaps my hand with the back end of the remote. Gogfucking dammit!

“What the shit is wrong with you? Give it back, I’m watching tv!” I yell.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do to get the remote back?”

From the subtle quirk of eyebrow over his shades, I know instantly what he means.

“You’re a sick fuck.”

Dave holds his hand up to cover his heart, trying to mock look hurt by my accusation. The effect is ruined by the fact that he doesn’t drop his stoic poker face.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about man. Nothing sick here. All I see is two bros chilling out in an empty apartment with no parental supervision whatsoever, bickering about what to watch on the television. No one trying to get any lip-on-lip action whatsoever here. No one’s even implying it. Unless you are, Karkat? Shit, you want to get down like that? Take advantage of our respected guardians’ trust like that? Aren’t you worried you might wind up pregnant from kissing or something, bro?”

[lilly_c]

I've got a little stuck with a ficlet I'm working on but I know where I need to change a couple of things to get unstuck and finish it.

I posted a short post-ep ficlet earlier in the week for the Taggart ep Grass Consoled by Pity.

[merryghoul]

I'm also working on a couple of exchanges (and by that, I mean "mostly Yuletide and the recent post at femslashex might be mocking me"), so I also can't reveal any snippets.

But I did post my spook_me story to my journal, AO3 and that comm today!

[rebecca2525]

Got a little further on my yuletide fic, added a big chunk to my crossover and got a smaller ficlet ready for beta. Whee!