Hiya babies! I’m making a giveaway for all of my lovely followers!
There are few simple rules:
only followers can participate (new followers are welcome, it’d be nice if you stayed after the giveaway!)
both likes and reblogs count
you can reblog as many times as you want to (but be nice to your followers and don’t spam them too much!)
The
giveaway starts today – February 20th (GMT+1) and ends at March 31th (GMT+1). Prizes will be done within a month after winners announcement. If
there will be no response from the winners in 48 hours after
announcement, another person will be chosen.
Why can’t I work on two things at once, at the exact same time. I could have one hand on each Google doc, one editing Juxtaposed and one writing some Efflux.
She hums when he gives her a nod in the affirmative before asking, “So, ‘s the saying true for turians?”
Confused, he turns to her and sees facing the shelves of bottles behind the bar. He does manage to catch her giving a sidelong glance instead, the corner of her mouth rising when their eyes meet.
“Saying?” He falters, apprehensive at what she’s leading him into. Even under the influence of some strong asari drinks, she’s still able to make him stumble. She’s just still too comfortable with teasing him despite her state, and while not necessarily a bad thing, he knows he needs to stay alert and prepared for one of her flirtatious jokes. He can’t just let her catch him off guard and has to keep things interesting between the two of them.
“You know,” she says, gesturing with her hand at nothing in particular. “Wha’ they all say ‘bout a guy with a long fringe.” Her impersonation of a turian voice, though lacking the flanging subharmonics or actual use of his language, impresses him. Instead of overtly racist out of either ignorance or purpose, she sounds like she’s legitimately trying. Even if he has no clue what she’s talking about, or even if she knows what she’s talking about.
“Ugh, damn it Garrush!” She throws her arms up, which causes her balance to shift again. Again, he catches her before she manages to fall onto the dirty club floor and steadies her. “You’re hopelesses! You sers’iously need to learn human terms or you aren’t getting anywhere at C-Sexes.”
He shakes his head, chuckling softly.
Just as well I probably don’t know ‘what they say about a guy with a long fringe.’
“I don’t think that I’d lose my chances for promotion because I can’t understand the human need not to speak clearly and merely say what you mean.”
She smiles that sly smirk again “Tha’s where you are sorely mistaken, my friend,” she says, but doesn’t get a chance to elaborate as the sound of her omni-tool alarm sounds.
Reblog if it’s okay for your followers
to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember
you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line?
Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird
kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow
self-discovery time?
Okay, not to shove away my readers, but if you start reading a fic rated M (on FFN) or explicit (on Ao3) don’t be upset when you find smut. Especially if it’s a romance fic clearly stated as so. And don’t tell the author it’s good except for all the sex in it. Just don’t. Skim if you have to, but don’t try to make the author feel like they’ve done something wrong because they’ve given a couple a healthy and active sex life.