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Weekend Challenge: Hashtag Edition!

Hi everyone! Apologies for this being late. Between work and a fussy baby, I didn't get to my laptop until just now.

But don't fear! I bring you a Weekend Challenge in the form of 25 funny/popular/random twitter hashtags to serve as your inspiration for some amazing words or graphics!

Just give me a number between 1 and 25 (or more than one number, if you'd like multiple inspirations) and I will give you a hashtag. You'll then have until the end of the day Thursday to post at least 200 words or 2 graphics. In exchange, I'll write you a drabble or make you an icon or just add words to a WIP if you prefer.


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Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:39 am (UTC)
07 please!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:49 am (UTC)
You get: #funnycat

Good luck!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:40 am (UTC)
not sure what writing I'll get done over the weekend (gonna focus on publication stuff tomorrow...but after that, we'll see)...

But throw me 10 and 15 and we'll see if I can combine it with some of my other prompts I've got floating around to be filled :D
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:50 am (UTC)
Good luck on the publication stuff! Here are your prompts:

10. #smilingfood
15. #donttellmom

Have fun!
Mar. 3rd, 2019 07:15 pm (UTC)
managed to use both of them in the same RP fic. Characters are River Tam from Firefly/Serenity, and David Haller from Legion:

“Whatya doin’, Riv?”

David sat down in the breakfast nook where River crouched in the corner, a tower of waffles beginning to form on her plate as she decorated first one and then another with a variety of syrups, berries, and more than one spray can of whipped cream. Stasio watched her anxiously as he continued to make more to feed the rest of Tigh Ard’s horde who would come seeking breakfast before long; every time River said, “Another,” he would bring her more…indulgent or, thought David, afraid to tell her no.

He was one of the few who harbored no fear of the peculiar girl. Most did not show it, of course, most did not think their ‘sister’ would ever harm them…and yet most still harbored a twinge of fear and uncertainty about what the young woman might be capable of.

Just as they did with David.

River Tam could kill people with her mind.

David Haller could too.

It was probably why she seemed to like him so much. Both fractured, both not quite like everyone else. They understood each other on a level that very few others could.

“Don’t tell mom.”

Mom. David assumed she meant Tamara. He certainly did not see the Lady of the House as a mother figure…because that would make his attraction to her too weird for words…but he could understand why River might see her that way.

“I won’t,” he promised. He slid closer to get a better view of her efforts and saw the smile she had drawn on one waffle…just before she plopped another waffle on top of it and began the decorating process all over again.

“Everyone’s so sad…or mad…” she murmured mournfully as a strawberry syrup smile was drawn into place. “The house needs more smiles.”

The way she said it, as much as her words, made him frown and sigh. He did not know how much he might have contributed to the state of the family, but there were moments when he struggled with the sense that this was somehow all of his fault. No amount of reassurance that the darkness had begun to descend long before his arrival could erase the sense of responsibility he shouldered.

River looked at him, feeling that very sadness she had spoken of, and after a brief frown, she took an empty plate from the nearby stack and the top three waffles from her pile onto it. Two blueberry eyes and a whipped cream fringe of hair later, she pushed the plate in front of David.

“Smile waffles…for you.”

Melancholy lifted by her thoughtful gesture, David smiled, nodded, and said, “Thank you, River.”

River, however, had returned to making her smiles, as if she had forgotten he was there.

Not forgotten, David told himself as he dug into the offering. She had done what she had intended, made him smile. Her mission was complete….until it was time to make someone else smile too.
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:41 am (UTC)
Ha. Good idea. :) I'll take 23, please.
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:51 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you like it! This is yours:

23. #whyimsingle

Good luck!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 05:52 am (UTC)
3 please
Mar. 2nd, 2019 06:02 am (UTC)
Here you go!

3. #filmfoodeating

Good luck!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 07:26 am (UTC)
Can I try 21 please?
Mar. 2nd, 2019 06:58 pm (UTC)
Of course! Here you go:

21. #geekpickuplines

Good luck!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 09:26 pm (UTC)
Oh as a proud, proud geek who met her husband at a Stargate con, this is right up my alley! Thank you!
Mar. 2nd, 2019 01:44 pm (UTC)
5 & 18, please.
Mar. 2nd, 2019 06:59 pm (UTC)
Here you go!

5. #11thcommandment
18. #dogbands 

Good luck!
Mar. 5th, 2019 04:47 am (UTC)
Original Fic - The Eleventh Commandment - 275 words
“Woo! Jinksey! Get that shutout!” Obie yelled from the bench to the goalie as the team started to file off at the end of the second period.

Billy turned his head at the comment, but he wasn’t fast enough on his skates to stop the blur that was Kenny Jinks, streaking toward the bench.

“Crap,” Rick mumbled as he skated off the ice with Billy. “Eleventh commandment?”

“Eleventh commandment. Rookie needs to learn sometime.”

“Thou shalt not mention another player’s mother, sister- really at this point shouldn’t it be all female relatives?”

“Well, except that Sinclair’s cousin is smokin’ hot. He’ll even admit that one.”

“Oh yeah,” said Rick with a grin.

“And thou shall never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, mention to a goaltender that he’s pitching a shutout.”

“I hope Jinksey doesn’t kill him. As shaky as Obie can be sometimes, we need him out there.”

“Especially with Mitch out.”

“That was a cold-blooded hit, man. Refs didn’t give nearly enough for that.”

The two defensemen walked through the gate and down the tunnel to the dressing room. They could hear loud yelling as they approached.

“What the hell did you do that for!?” If the voice belonged to Jinks, he sounded a little off.

“I didn’t mean it!” That was definitely Oberkfell.

Billy pushed open the door to the locker room and saw Noah Oberkfell off to himself in a corner, looking none the worse for wear, while Kenny Jinks had a trainer holding a bloody rag to his nose.

“Oh shit,” Rick said, nearly barreling into Billy.

“Yep. He broke the Twelfth Commandment. And Jinksey’s nose by the look of it.”
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Mar. 2nd, 2019 07:00 pm (UTC)
Here you go!

13. #below10kfeet 

Good luck!
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Mar. 2nd, 2019 03:32 pm (UTC)
May I have 9 please? I haven't written a good Twitter war in a while. LOL
Mar. 2nd, 2019 07:01 pm (UTC)
I hope this helps with some inspiration!

9. #instafun

Good luck!
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