One Quirk Later #13

 

One day I'll write a post that's not Quirk-related. 

...today is not that day.

I mean! I'm having fun, and I hope you are too! Buuut just to make sure you're still having fun, we have more angst potential in this month's Quirk. 

What can I say, apparently we have a brain cell in common, and that brain cell is hungry for 1) angst; 2) siblings.

One Quirk Later: Prompt #13

*waves hands vaguely at my Pinterest* you like wasting time finding writing inspiration, yeah?? 

I have to say, I'm having a great time making these! and thinking of the delicious story bits I'll get to read from you lot, ehehe 

...I mean *coughing* the thought of what you might do with the Quirk definitely doesn't affect what I pick. Definitely not. 

But if you happen to like angst, and I happen to like angst, well, it's just good value to go for that, yeah?

...There definitely isn't a conspiracy here. 

what's a proposal between friends, amiright || Quirk #12

There will be no waffling around and finding entertaining stories to fill out the blog post today. 

Look, I sat down and wrote the first four lines, and the rest... well, it came out in chunks, and I had to fit it together, but yeah. Over half as long again as what I wrote for Quirk #11, and twice as long as Quirk #10.

Also I was sniggering 90% of the time I was writing. So I consider this Quirk a success.

★☆★☆★ QUIRK #12 ★☆★☆★

I tap the toe of my shoe against Michael’s, the rubber edges on our off-brand Converse stained green. It’s nice to be lying outside on such lush grass, with the thick grey clouds overhead and the heavy damp air on my skin, so I admire the stains as the mark of adventure.

Michael has his hands tucked under the back of his head and he doesn’t open his eyes when I tap his foot again. “What?”

“I need you to marry me.”

This time, he opens his eyes fairly abruptly. “What.”

One Quirk Later #12

“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early; he arrives precisely when he means to.”

...actually, that implies that I meant to be writing this on a Tuesday morning when I specifically set rules for myself that prompts would go up on the first Saturday of the month. And I did not mean for this to happen. 

Life's just... life, you know? Nothing huge happening, but the everyday does drag your energy down a bit sometimes. 

Also, I may have forgotten I had to put this post up.

One Quirk Later: Prompt #12

sulky kittens and jam jars || Quirk #11

*strolls in two days late with a juice and a lamington* what's up guys!! 

I have to say, I'm pretty happy with how this Quirk fits with my blog, colour-wise. Obviously this did not affect my choice, buuuut I may take this into account in the future. Because I am shallow. xD

Also! How about that angsty text prompt in the middle of the Quirk picture, huh! I'm cackling.

: : :  QUIRK #11  : : :

“I hope,” Thomasino snarled, “that you regret giving us up.”

“Nonsense,” Anna said briskly. “That makes it sound as though I’m giving you away, which you know I undoubtably am not. Now will you get in, or shall I pinch your tail?”

“Cruel. Cruel.” Thomasino slunk head-first into the jar and curled around, hissing lowly like a balloon wilting.

Anna flicked the last of the kitten’s tail in after him and screwed the lid on firmly. He dissolved into a thick fog and continued circling, sulky, inside the glass. Careful not to shake the jar too much, Anna slipped a colourful square of cotton over the lid and tied a string around it with quick movements.

On the label, she wrote in her best hand, For rain. Good for two hours.

The jar joined its companions in the basket sitting on the floor beside her, all containing cats in various states of fog and topped by floral cotton and labels tied on with twine.

She tugged her second-best hat off the back of the door on her way outside, centring it on her head so the lace settled neatly down her back. One ought to be well-presented when delivering one’s own wares.

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The cat door ticked open and shut as Thomasino slunk in. “Unloved,” he moaned. “Unloved and cast out!”