one small good thing to come out of last night's brainworms is the tagline "all guts, no glory" for #Dogwood3 😅🫠🤣
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trumpet meme. a boy blasts a girl with a trumpet while she runs away with hands over here ears. the girl is labeled "i finished #dogwood2 yesterday" the trumpet is labeled "#dogwood3 thoughts"
been thinking about Owen & Stephen dynamic in #dogwood3 and in truth Stephen doesn't like Owen partially bc Owen's opinions on books is total ass.
something like "Don’t come in here and tell me about Kafka, boy. i was reading Kafka while you were still shitting in the corner of the living room."
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this is big big #Dogwood3 spoilers.
but I AM A SUCKER FOR "PUSH THEM AWAY TO KEEP THEM SAFE" MELODRAMA. #SFFChat
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39. The sun got low and the frogs got loud. They found their clothes and helped each other dress. #Dogwood3
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35. Owen slapped a nicotine patch over the knobby scar on his chest and wondered how Wesley at his worst was still better than Owen at his best. #Dogwood3
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31. “Shit,” Owen muttered. “That’s how it goes. You're three feet from the exit and some asshole sitting in the dark turns on a lamp.” #Dogwood3
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27. Owen ate with his hands. #Dogwood3
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23. A late season cold front moved in, and Owen slept for two days. #Dogwood3
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“Got a light?”
“I quit,” said Owen from the ball he’d rolled up in. #Dogwood3
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15. "You're going to make a really awful face when I pull that out of your nose." #Dogwood3
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11. She dug through her handbag and pulled out a set of lock picks.
“Jeez, Maggie,” Owen said. “You follow the rules even when you’re breaking them. This is why FHR never accomplished anything.”
Then he hefted a rock from one of the flower beds and chucked it through the nearest window. #Dogwood3
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7. Kenzie looked around at all the faces in the room, most of them wearing the same expression. Everyone wanted her to stop, except Owen, who just looked like he wanted her. #Dogwood3
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3. “He’s got antlers, Marcia.” #Dogwood3
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This is the part I like least: being left with the questions. What if I'd moved faster, seen it coming sooner? But I think it was always going to end up this way.
Or maybe that's just me taking the easy way out—even after all these years, I'd rather let the memories fade than face them. #Dogwood3
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And then Rowan’s lips formed the shape of a single-syllable word. It could have been duck, it could have been run. Owen did both.
From #dogwood3
The entire series is a WIP so i'm allowed to cheat and cherry pick which book
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I'm not going through 4 books looking for one liners but I did come up with this banger for #dogwood3 last night.
I like humor in dialogue but idk if I'm very "punchy"
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CW: for self harm, blood, angst, whump, SPOILERS, and miscellaneous nonsense on brand for Aud Con
#writingprompt #dogwood3
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He looked up, blinking behind his reading glasses, as they trooped in. “Wesley,” he said, and then, with something like wary surprise, “Kenzie.” Wesley stopped by the bed with one hand on his hip and the Popsicle wedged in his cheek. Kenzie picked up her bag. Owen looked suspiciously between them. “What are you up to?” “Having a lolly.” Wesley ran his tongue up the ice pop. “What—you went out for ice cream? Without me? Together?” “How else can we talk about you behind your back?” said Kenzie. Wesley flicked the melting ice pop, spattering droplets across Owen. “You're getting me sticky!” Owen started to get up. Wesley pounced on him, pinning him down, licking the sticky syrup from his face and neck. The half-eaten, rapidly-melting Popsicle was still clutched in his fist, flinging ever more droplets into Owen for Wesley's tongue to find. “Be cool!” Owen begged, pushing futilely against Wesley. “Be cool in front of Kenzie!”
Wesley has been having a bad time in the snips recently on account of he's an asshole and everyone is trying to kill him so I'll end the day with a glimpse of his true form (from #dogwood3)
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“You don’t like it?” Wesley said, and slowed down. “Your fingers are bigger than mine.” Wesley laughed and slid another finger in. Owen's toes curled on the front fender. He jammed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fuck! How much more?” “I’ve got ten fingers, Owen.” Owen started to roll off the hood.
Welcome to the after party, where I share this exchange from #dogwood3 I always found funny.
(I don't share real sex scenes cuz out of context a lot of their affection for each other isn't obvious and they seem like dubcon jerks, but they're literally each other's only safe space to play around)
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Drop line 8 from page 187 of your MS. Tag 3 writers.
(and #Dogwood3 --that's a wrap!)
Owen looked around. They’d come out directly in Wesley's haven, through the elm tree Grady planted in the front yard.
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Considering Owen's whole character development arc runs parallel to his quitting smoking, he coughed very little.
Anyway have some Kenzie and Wesley from book 3.
#WIPsnips #Dogwood3
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It's been a full month since I finished #Dogwood3 and I'm not really chomping at the bit to start writing again but I think I'm going to start book 4 on May first. I'm actually more excited about going back to redpen/edit book 1, but I promised myself I wouldn't start till I had the whole series.
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Daisy Donovan sat on the fountain’s edge. Her head tipped back, like she was looking at the sculpture, but her eyes were closed, drinking in the music of falling water. She wore a pale dress, her blond hair elegant in its simple updo.
#WIPsnips #dogwood3
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