Make it unbroken

this has been a post.

It’s been crazy. With school and reading and writing other stuff and having an actual life (I know real shocking), I find it challenging to find time to write this fic. And, if you can imagine, it’s a really hard fic to write. Being me, it makes it harder (self-esteem issues, no biggie). Sometimes I hate everything and I want to give up. Sometimes it’s “WHY CAN’T I WRITE FUCK”. Sometimes it’s like “lalala writing”.

It’s been hard.

Anyway, I’ll be honest, I’m barely halfway through.

I just can’t find easy transitions to things.

So yeah.

Just wanted to get that out.

Bye.

“I’m freaking out.” Derek said hysterically as they neared the choir room that Monday afternoon. The sense of complacency the whole weekend suddenly vanished as soon as Monday morning appeared. Thoughts rushed around Derek’s head, and they weren’t that comforting. What if they don’t like it? What if he didn’t get in? What if he actually dies of stage fright? What if he forgets the lyrics and then dies of stage fright? All of that certainty just vanished and he was turning mad in front of his friends. It was like he was suddenly un-ready. “I can’t do this! How many are you in the choir right now?”

Kurt just eyed Derek up and down, thinking about when he should tell one of the girls to slap some sense into his friend. Regardless, he answered. “Fifteen, not including Professor Schue.”

Derek whirled to face Reed, screaming, “Fifteen! Fifteen! One-five!”

“Brittany.” Kurt said tightly as he began rubbing his temples.

The blonde just stared at Kurt while Derek began shaking Reed. “…What?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Sofie, who understood the look in Kurt’s eyes. She walked up to Derek and shoved him away from Reed before planting a huge slap right across the frantic boy’s face. There was a moment of silence before Derek turned to her and said, “Again, other side.” Sofie conceded and the slap echoed to the other corridor. “Thanks, I needed that.” He said, messaging his jaw. “That’s some hand you got there.”

I may think that it’s not funny. That it sucks. That I should never write ever again. But if I give up now, I don’t know what’ll happen. I’m doing this for the very few people who actually read it.

Now I am allowed to pass out.

Love lots

Oh and you paint it blue and white.

Yeah.

Hi, Lorien. So would you like to introduce yourself to our friends for a bit before I write? Lorien: Sure thing O masterful author.

• 6th Year Gryffindor. 
• New captain of the Nightingales
• Lead in “This is Halloween” the previous year
• Dark brown hair.
• Pale skin.
• smoldering blue eyes.
• Lean build (though not on the Quidditch team, not his thing but he likes to play keeper on his spare time)
• Pure blood. 
• Wants to be an Auror when he goes out of Hogwarts but wants to travel the world for a year before getting into it. 
• Studious when he wants to be.

Lorien: That’s pretty much it.

Are you gay?

Lorien: Nope straight as a rod.

Damn.

Lorien: *laughs* So, can I go back now? I’ve got auditions to attend to.

Sure… Brittany wants to join so badly.

Lorien: I think I might let her *thoughtful look* Isn’t she that Hufflepuff who danced on stage with Shane last year?

Very one!

Lorien: Brilliant. We could use a few more dancers. We lost quite a bit of star power this year.

Santana: I’m still here, you know.

Lorien: Calm yourself, San. We’re all fair here.

Santana: *grumble grumble turns to me* Can we have him back now?

No need to get snappy.

Let’s do this.

whatwasoncesilver:

And welcome to yet another scenario (or group of scenarios, rather) that would never ever happen in their canon setting! Oh, the woes of shipping crack pairings…

Ummm…not baby-penguin proof. Also, it might be triggering for some people. 

Tagging with Jogan because there’s a little bit in there. Also so people can see it and read it if it sounds interesting. ^^ 

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Derek Seigerson is like a taco. If you like what you see (and have the ovaries to go with it), chances are he’s going to end up in you.

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I give up writing.

FOREVER.

Is that I could talk to someone about it and they’ll flail for a little bit. They could also make me make decisions about Rubber Owl and PezDale.

I’ve barely made a dent in the chapter 3 quota but I’ve already gone on a mini-hiatus on my personal blog so I could focus on this. THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL. At least I have a decent outline of what’s going to happen. Well… I have yet to outline a few more scenes but I’ll work on that soon.

If you’re wondering, I’m still in the 9% of the story so I’m really sorry and stuff, but I’m REALLY working on it! I’m hoping for a 25% by the end of the week!!! :3

Love lots!