I KNOW WHEN I STARTED WRITING AN MMA FIC I THOUGHT OF BADASS PEOPLE AND ROCK’N’ROLL AND SWEAT AND COMPETITION AND SANTANA BEING A FUCKING TOP FOR A CHANGE
BUT THEN ALL I COULD COME UP WITH WAS FLUFF AND ADORABLE AND PUPPIES AND I COULDN’T EVEN WRITE A STEAMY SCENE BECAUSE THAT ENDING WAS JUST TOO PERFECT FOR ITS OWN GOOD
MAN I DON’T EVEN WRITE ABOUT FAMILY. HAVE YOU SEEN MY STUFF? I WRITE ABOUT ROMANCE AND SEXYTIMES AND LADY PARTS
I STILL HAVE IDEAS, IF THEY MANAGE TO BECOME SOMETHING UNDERSTANDABLE I MIGHT WRITE A LITTLE MORE ALSO IF PEOPLE GIVE ME EXTRA COOL IDEAS LIKE THEY DID WITH CRUISE BUT IDK BECAUSE THERE ARE TOO MANY PROMPTS FOR TOO LITTLE TIME
WAT IS AIR
YOU ARE VERY CUTE NOT WANTING TO FORCE ME I WANT TO ADOPT YOU
I DON’T KNOW I STILL HAVE IDEAS BUT I DON’T KNOW GOSH D: **drama**
YOU BETTER LOVE ME FOREVER NOW
So you won’t have to dig too deep to find the good stuff. ;)
By request, an edit:
The Last Few Weeks of Prompt Challenges
Brittana and their two-year-old son’s birthday party.
Brittany is a cop and Santana is the new, annoying district attorney.
Brittany is the daughter of a ranch owner that Santana gets hired at.
Santana is a street racer. Brittany is the girlfriend of her biggest rival.
Quinn is a photographer. For one afternoon, Rachel is her model.
Brittany works for a cruise line. Santana’s dragged to a lesbian cruise to properly rebound from her latest breakup.
Brittany is a sports journalist. Her next piece is an interview with Santana Lopez, rising MMA star.
Character(s): Santana L. & Brittany P.
Summary: Brittany is a sports journalist. Her next piece is an interview with Santana Lopez, rising MMA star.
Complete. Prompt requested by misadventuresofalactard.
PS. This came out very different than what I expected and I really didn’t know what I was doing so sorry?
Brittana Week // Day 3: TV/Movie (Crossovers) - The Amazing Spider-Man
IT’S YOUR FAULT I CAN’T FINISH IT
ITS 3K LONG WHEN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 1K
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
"you can’t just think every character is queer" watch me. watch me
Oh, the real question is how long it’ll take me to finish it! I’m 6 pages/1.7k words in and I believe I need at least twice to be done with it.
About the sport, I don’t kiss and tell. ;)
Your guess actually almost hit the mark!
THE WORST THING IS THAT ME TOO, ANON