Total Word War Goal: 10k New Words Written: 7,075 words Total Words So Far: 7,093 words Projects Worked On: my last holiday fic and a TW Sterek one shot If You Set Other Goals (get characters to hook up, find a way to work in some smut/angst/fluff, reach a certain plot point, whatever), Are You Progressing? Yes! I wanted to get 5k done today, but I blew through that and got two fics off for beta and two completed... Excited! Anything To Share (flailing, requests for butt-kicking, pep-talks, snippets, etc.)? I broke 400k for the year today. Yes, that scares me too.
Also, a snippet...
But things, things seemed to somehow end up the same.
Because if things were different, Stiles wouldn’t be standing in an alleyway, breathing hard after racing away from some creature he couldn’t even identify, and irritable because he’s lost his favorite pair of heels.
No. Wait. Back up.
Some things are definitely different.
Like drag night. Which Stiles had never ever thought about before, but then there was this gay and lesbian alliance thing and of course Stiles went to the first meeting since Danny was a good guy so these guys had to be too, right? Which led to a whole weird dating thing, and realization thing, which somehow came to a head with drag night and this gown that used to be drop dead gorgeous before the slit ripped past mid-thigh and practically high enough to show his panties, and Stiles’s lipstick was half-chewed off.
And damn it, the lipstick hadn’t even been chewed off by someone else.
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New Words Written: 7,075 words
Total Words So Far: 7,093 words
Projects Worked On: my last holiday fic and a TW Sterek one shot
If You Set Other Goals (get characters to hook up, find a way to work in some smut/angst/fluff, reach a certain plot point, whatever), Are You Progressing? Yes! I wanted to get 5k done today, but I blew through that and got two fics off for beta and two completed... Excited!
Anything To Share (flailing, requests for butt-kicking, pep-talks, snippets, etc.)? I broke 400k for the year today. Yes, that scares me too.
Also, a snippet...
But things, things seemed to somehow end up the same.
Because if things were different, Stiles wouldn’t be standing in an alleyway, breathing hard after racing away from some creature he couldn’t even identify, and irritable because he’s lost his favorite pair of heels.
No. Wait. Back up.
Some things are definitely different.
Like drag night. Which Stiles had never ever thought about before, but then there was this gay and lesbian alliance thing and of course Stiles went to the first meeting since Danny was a good guy so these guys had to be too, right? Which led to a whole weird dating thing, and realization thing, which somehow came to a head with drag night and this gown that used to be drop dead gorgeous before the slit ripped past mid-thigh and practically high enough to show his panties, and Stiles’s lipstick was half-chewed off.
And damn it, the lipstick hadn’t even been chewed off by someone else.