Share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
to provide some illicit context, this is a reporter!claude sidclaude au that i've been playing around with for literal years. i will ofc take any excuse to make claude even more tragic
“I’ve got a story sitting in my drafts. Wrote it on a bender – fucking years ago now.” Giroux looks up over his drink, eyes on Sid, smiling so sharp that it hurts to look at. “It’s masquerading as an exposé on You Can Play, but that’s just the cover, the excuse. The real hook is the NHL’s closested players.”
Sid wills himself not to react, not to flinch. He takes another sip of beer, swallowing down the nausea that’s building sick in his chest.
“It’s not explicit; I’m not insane," Giroux continues, levity as fake as his smile. "It’s pretty fucking masterful like that actually: subtle enough that they probably wouldn’t totally blackball me, enough innuendo that it would make your life hell.”
When Sid opens his mouth to respond, he finds his throat is dry. “You didn’t publish it,” he says, voice croaking.
“Not because I didn’t want to. Just cost-benefit analysis.”
from my sleazy-sid fic deeply inspired by @ticklefighthockey ♥️
Bryan knows how it goes out on the road. You’ll guard the bathroom door at a bar so your buddy can get head from a stranger without interruption and the next weekend you’ll shake his wife’s hand with a smile at their kid’s second birthday party. He’s never really been one for picking up randoms at bars, serial monogamist and all, but he’s not really one to judge, either. And he’s certainly no snitch.
Bryan’s never had his smile falter when it came his time to shake Kathy’s hand, thank her for the baby shower present, and ask about her family back home. Some guys aren’t good at that part, the making-nice, but other guys are too good at it, all oil-slick and sleazy with it. He’s heard stories about how Nealer used to make the girls nervous just by being in the room, like any reminder of his presence on the team was shining too bright a spotlight on the dusty shadows of their own relationships, making everyone antsy no matter how many of his teeth you could see when he grinned at you and thanked you for inviting him to your home. Bryan thinks that he’s the perfect middle, the platonic ideal. You can trust him, obviously, with his Midwestern aw-shucks charm, and so you can trust your husband when he’s with him.
Sid’s the same way. Bryan’s seen the way some of the girls’ shoulders relax a reflexive inch when Sid’s the one planning the boys’ trip, like they just found out the strictest teacher is the one chaperoning prom, or like they’ve hired the babysitter who brings his own math worksheets for the long weekend away.
Kind of funny, if you think about it. Bryan tries not to think about it.
send me a word/phrase and i’ll find it in my wips!!
Sidney Crosby continues to be recognized as the most well-rounded player on the ice – the @Penguins captain has won or tied atop the #NHLPAPlayerPoll most complete player category for five straight seasons!
opposing teams' fans who have not gotten new material since 2006: Crosby's a whiner.
Sid, approaching the ref with a bullet list: Here are the biggest of your most recent fuck ups. I've provided a five step plan to help you improve your performance. Yes, I did use a green pen. Green is for growth. I believe you have the capacity to grow and be better. I hope you do, too, because your performance today was subpar and also embarrassing. Be better.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?