Chandler trying to get my attention while I read some of @alicehoffmans execent fic! [her Ao3]
if it fits, they sits! 😂
Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 published stories. See if there are any patterns yourself, or have other people say what they notice (aww that would be nice…). Tag up to 10 friends!
opening lines from my very one-note fics, take one:
1.)
Anne hates
third-wheeling.
Or,
rather, she hates third-wheeling in certain circumstances.
With one
glaring exception, most of her present circumstances are fine:
One,
An
exclusive “pre-grand-opening” of a bar that resides on the rooftop of a posh
hotel north of the Thames; with a beautiful view on each corner (she’s already
walked its borders). On one corner is St. Olave’s Church, its clocktower lit up
with a bluish glow.
Anne steps out of the office doors with a spring in her step– her father always gets her the most perfect gifts for her birthday, and the one he just gave her is no exception.
Thomas Boleyn’s assistant’s desk, which was (thankfully) empty when Anne arrived, is now occupied by its owner.
There’s no one at the check-in desk, but there is a notecard propped and folded that reads “Be back in ten.”
Henry, not being in the mood to wait ten, slides his numbered card next to the note and walks behind the desk and into the closet.
It is dark, although open, and failing to find a light switch he uses the flashlight on his phone to flick through the coats and their numbers, attached on the sleeves by clothespins.
Upon hearing a loud hiccup he nearly jumps out of his skin, lurching backwards, he looks down only to find a girl sitting on the floor, hand clasped over her mouth.
It begins on a Saturday, a few minutes before noon and heavy with blooming June heat.
It begins at a threshold, like many new things do– but one that is, unexpectedly, ajar.
But there’s the number from the Facebook posting on the group page for UCLA rooms for rent, glinting in tacked gold right above the eyehole– 526, and so Anne knocks, holding the door handle with her unoccupied hand so that it doesn’t swing open under her firmly beating fist– being mistaken for a burglar would not be a good start.
Hi, sweetie. You haven’t been picking up on your cell so I thought I’d try you here. Please call back, it can be less than a minute, [tearfully] just to let me know you’re okay—I’m worried about you. Love you.
Next message:
Hey man—again, so sorry, I had no idea that would happen. I didn’t even think that many people watched that show, it might be the—anyway. If you still want to get blackout drunk, maybe you’d have a more sympathetic experience at like… a gay bar? Just a thought. Let me know if you need anything, though, for real. Peace.
Elizabeth pages through the sketchbook on her lap, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand.
She is her own worst critic, and art is not something that she feels is meant for her. But then, none of her classes feel as if they are for her, none thrill her in the way was hoping for when she first enrolled at Whitehall.
There are subjects she enjoys, and subjects she should enjoy but doesn’t. History, for instance, is mainly just reading, broken down it is a series of stories, and she has taken to stories like a fish to water since she was a child.
And yet she feels too wise and world-weary for each and every history course. History is inherently dishonest—the only one who gets to tell the story is the one who lives.
The “opportunity” sounds a little too good to be true, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of someone requesting a student to play for them privately, much less alone. Unless it’s a music therapy session or something.
Henry’s halfway through his coke and whiskey when a tiny brunette hoists herself onto a barstool three seats away from him, sliding an enormous purse (really, practically a suitcase, and white, to match her dress, he assumes) onto the matte black surface of the bar.
So glide away on soapy heels/ And promise not to promise anymore
saturn – sleeping at last
I couldn’t help but ask/ For you to say it all again /I tried to write it down/ But I could never find a pen
praying – kesha
And you said that I was done/ Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
+
But some things only God can forgive
graves – chvrches
Do you really expect us to care what you’re waiting for?/ When you’re high in your castle, keeping an eye on the door
hello – adele
I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
wanna be – betty who
When a stranger says we look good together, we just laugh / If you only knew how it hurts ‘cause you’re my other half /This nightmare has become my favorite dream (favorite dream)
instant crush– natalie imbruglia
I didn’t want to be the one to forget/ I thought of everything I’d never regret
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You made an offer for it, then you ran off / I got a picture of us, kids in my head/ And all I hear is the last thing that you said
+
And we will never be alone again
power & control– marina and the diamonds
Yeah, you may be good-looking but you’re not a piece of art
+
You can’t have peace without a war
thick as thieves – natalie merchant
The fairy tale/ The moral end /The wheel of fortune/ Never turns again
+
The wicked king of parody / Is kissing all his enemies / On the seventh day / Of the seventh week / The tyrant’s voice is softer now / But just for one forgiving hour
casanova – allie x
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night/ I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice/ One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart/ I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard
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I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue/ My heart listens to the sound of your war drum /Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods/ I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good
Sometimes there are certain quotes or lines in fanfics that never fail to take my breath away like “What was this writer thinking?” “How were they able to come up with something as good as that?” “This sounds like something out of a movie that people would use as their captions for as long as we can remember” Honestly? Kudos to all the writers out there
4. three favourite foods: hmm… tom kha gai (thai coconut soup), spaghetti alla puttanesca, crème brûlée
5. last song you listened to:Lonely Town by Brandon Flowers (giving me otp feels…wah)
6. last movie you watched:Set It Up
7. top 3 TV shows:Fleabag, Tudors, Jane the Virgin
8. books I’m currently reading:The Wives of Henry VIII by Antonia Fraser, Forgotten Witnesses to the Lives of Tudor Queens, The Raven’s Widow, How To Murder Your Life: A Memoir
9. last thing I googled: ‘january jones bachelor ben’
10. song stuck in my head: Casanovaby Allie X
11. what I’m wearing: black crop top and long black skirt