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shepurrs · 1 year

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WELL, ISN'T SHE A SLEEPING BEAUTY? Harley's blonde hair frames her face like a halo. But we both know you're no angel, don't we? Drool slips from her open mouth, sullying the pillow beneath her head. Ah, that's more like the jester that Selina knows!

Selina is laying on the massive bed with the familiar black sheets inches away from Harley, head resting on her propped up hand, just watching the other woman breathe and snore and sleep. She resists the urge to pet her hair. Until she decides to do so, anyways. Perhaps it would be a sweet sight to behold. If it wasn't for the fact that Harley is fucking her husband, that is. (Ex-husband, Selina).

Yes, imagine her surprise when she found her friend in her husband's bed, the room smelling like sex and the bedsheets wet with his come. It took everything in her not to slash Harley's throat while she slept. The only reason she hasn't is because she wants to see the look of fear on Harley's face when she does it. Ah, finally, Sleeping Beauty is waking the fuck up!

She plasters a sickly sweet smile on her lips when Harley eventually stirs awake. ❛ I always did enjoy Bruce in blue, ❜ she purrs, referring to the dress shirt Harley wears. It would have hurt less had she just been naked, frankly. ❛ It goes so well with his eyes, don't you think? ❜

@crimeloyalty / starter call.

#STANDING GIRL EMOJI INTENSIFIES #crimeloyalty #PROSE.#feel free to use live action icons if you'd like :)#VERSE: I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME.

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c0lewalter · 5 months

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@inspotlight required a starter.

a guy from colorado in new york ? this cannot be possible. or maybe it can ? new york was cold. he has to admit that he isn't really used to all this bulding and noises. when he was back at home, the only noises that he could heard was their horses and the chatter in the house he lived in. something he missed as well. home. somewhere when someone was missing and he cannot help himself but wonder why ? but he was there to support his twin brother. something he was proud of. how could you not be when another member of the walter family was successful in something they liked ? hoping not to come across someone who had a big impact on his life recently, he couldn't help but lean himself against the auditorium wall, lips puckering to the side as he applauded his brother. “ finally someone who knows what he’s doing. ”

#inspotlight #prose.#dyn. : nini salazar roberts &. cole walter.#uwu.

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ofchaotics · 1 year

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it’s all rather unsettling - he’s never been one to mesh well with such drastic changes , but he tells himself that this is all for the better . stripped from a city he knew as if the map was etched on the back of his hand , he almost feels stripped of his confidence . watching the chicago skyline fade and facing the open road was almost cathartic . a bittersweet moment where he feels he may find himself , but in the process , lose himself . a celebration and a mourning , all in one .

it’s different here , this tiny town in washington . it doesn’t feel right , until it does . why he’s picked somewhere across the country to settle in for college ? he’s not so sure . initially , he’s all nervous and soft spoken . it dissipates with time , and he finds himself a group of friends that lessens the blow of feeling so alone . isolation is never good for him , and he’s sure that’s presented itself to this new group of friends . their pushy demands to come out tonight , and how he dreads it because they’ve made a nasty habit of calling him out for the very apparent crush he now possesses . she’s never paid him any mind , and , if anything , she’s actively avoided him . they’ve crossed paths a few times before , and he’d offer a smile - to which , she’d scuffle off as far as she possibly could .

it’s a blow to the ego , but he makes an honest effort to brush it off . at least , that’s what he assures himself . as if he hadn’t mulled over what to wear and analyzed his awkward posture and inability to conjure up some witty one-liner . exasperation aside , he settles into this dreaded house party nursing his red solo cup full of vodka and red bull . he sees her there , and their eyes catch for a short moment . there’s something different this time , and he’s not sure on how to really describe it . a gentle prod to his ribs , his friends urging him on . all the words are caught in his throat , but he pushes pass all those superficial anxieties .

approaching her , he’ll offer a smile . there’s that tinge of nervousness that’s hidden within it , but he’ll try not to think of whether his nerves are visible at the surface . “ hey , i’ve got you in some of my classes , right ? i’m mateo . . . i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to introduce myself yet . . . “ / @sewninto

#v ; pushing & pulling me down to you .#slay this accidentally got so long i am SO sorry SJFDJDSFJ #prose.

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orangepeelr · 2 years

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closed for @lcvemaz / cont.

“mhm. remember that.” a little teasing is inevitable, as is a cocky lift of his eyebrows. deft fingers fix up the clasp, positioning the brooch so its shine is on full display. “can’t have you going out looking like a mess, now can we?” logan’s sure that such an idea doesn’t exist in laurence’s book, but still. everything helps. his hands smooth over his lapels before doing the same with the shoulders of the other’s jacket. “better.”

#lcvemaz #prose.#ft laurence.

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lucidloving · 7 months

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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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becomingvecna · 5 months

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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nateconnolly · 8 months

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40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.

#nate's writing #prose poems #original post

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thoughtcascades · 24 days

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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

#own #text #thoughtcascades #showerthoughts #shower thoughts #quote #quotes #writing #original words #poetry #literature #inspiring #quoteoftheday #poem #aesthetic #prose #inspiring quote #life #spilled ink

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animentality · 1 year

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#twitter #writing #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #prose #ao3

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shepurrs · 1 year

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SHE STARES AT THE SKYLINE OF THE CITY SHE LEFT SO LONG AGO. It stirs a nothingness inside her chest that is sharper than any feeling could ever be. Because this is a life that is no longer hers. A nightmare that has faded into nothing more than a memory. She won't give it the power to sting her anymore. Yet, neither can she smile, her lips halted into a grim line. ❛ You always did love Her more than you loved me. ❜ Gotham is a mistress she can't compete with. And so she stopped trying to.

@crimefightr / starter call.

#crimefightr #PROSE.#VERSE: MAIN.

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bebx · 7 months

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thehopefulquotes · 1 month

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The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis

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ofchaotics · 1 year

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a sinking feeling that pulls down on his chest . an anchor of despair . of sorrow . of something so fucking jagged and demanding that it makes him feel physically sick . he gets a call , in the midst of a tour , there’s no explanation , there’s no elaborating . dry tone and stifled emotion that elicits a landslide of panic . of fear . doesn’t hesitate in the slightest before he’s jetting off back home , caught up in his own confusion and emotion that he can’t even seem to think clearly . avery won’t let up . there’s nothing he can do .

a panging feeling . suddenly he’s just a kid who falls useless . flailing . desperate to contribute . desperate to help , but only ever showing up empty handed . he thinks it would hurt less to be gutted alive . stripped bare of his skin and left out to dry with just a lingering sense of consciousness . avery sounds panicked and frantic , and his own mother has ignored every call . she won’t answer until he gets home . until she knows he won’t fall apart for everyone to see . they always look out for him , in the midst of their own downward spiral . he leaves the state with being promised that avery would be tended to . cared for . and there’s that fucking guilt that swallows him up .

if anything happened , he’d never fucking forgive himself . would avery ever find it in her heart to forgive him ? to have left in such a weakened moment ? feels at fault , as if anything could have been avoided by him simply being there . maybe the stress of his absence was too much . maybe him not being around really burned into her .

staggering into their shared apartment , where his mother sits on the couch and makes an honest effort to give him some kind of warning . he feels that budding frustration , because everyone’s spoken to him with words that feel feeble . tongue in cheek . as if he weren’t strong enough to handle anything . everyone’s always handled him with care , as if they could anticipate the come apart right before it happens . his mother has seen it firsthand , all those years prior to the mood stabilizers and therapy . she knows the brunt of it , and mateo has prided himself in keeping himself in check around avery . she’s never seen that side of him , and he holds back the floodgates for the sake of being strong enough .

pushes past , hurrying up to their shared room . he can feel it start to unwind the minute he sees avery . tiny frame curled into the heavy duvets . seeing her breaks his heart , the deafening defeat in her tired eyes . he stands there for a moment , with his heart in his stomach . words are tied in knots , caught up in the base of his throat . a helplessness that plagues him , evident in the way that he looks at her . he wants to fall apart . to simply fall to a million pieces , but there’s an urgency to be strong . to be the one that she leans into .

but his feet are glued to the floor , and his body feels so heavy . breathing becomes a chore . forcing his body to work in the way it should . “ i don’t - i don’t know what’s going on . nobody will tell me anything . tell me something . anything . just - tell me . . . . “ / @redemptioninterlude

#prose.

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orangepeelr · 2 years

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closed for @unholyrps / 💬

meme: nonverbal meme prompts prompt: [ FLOWER ] sender places a flower behind receiver’s ear

when logan first noticed that both he and bee would have a saturday off together (together!), he had to do a double take. no, he had to do a triple take. he couldn’t believe it — after what felt like weeks of only seeing each other in passing or for a few hours (which usually ended up with one of them sleeping), he was ecstatic to spend time with his boyfriend. especially on a weekend. again, together!

his first instinct was to just rope bee back into bed, let them both have a lazy day together but, well, most of the time they spent together at that point was lazy. so, naturally, he thought it was time to change it up. a change of scenery, maybe. and after a hour drive, a different scenery was what they got.

“it’s kinda weird to think that one of these has always been so close,” logan hummed, letting one of his hands ghost underneath a bright yellow flower, even as his eyes wandered to take in the rest of this quarter of the arboretum. the views of the plants seemed endless and his nostrils certainly agreed — he was almost convinced he was gonna be sneezing out full on petals by the time they left. upon glancing at a baby blue colored flower and finding that one had fallen from its stem, he couldn’t help but just — “uh-uh, c’mere, bun,” he grinned, letting one hand find the base of the flower and the other tug at bee’s fingers to turn him around. a step closer and his hand with the flower lifted to let his knuckles brush his boyfriend’s hair back, eyes growing warmer and warmer as he tucked the flower behind his ear. “shit — you look so cute!”

#unholyrps #when i tell u im in tears over taehyung i mean it #makes me wna watch soop so bad #N SDKFJH chucking sm things @ u i am deeply sorry #this is simply wht happens when i clean out my inbox u get a stampede of began n ag DSKFJHJKDF #bun. whre did bun come from.#nvm brain blast log thinks its funny 2 call bee bunny bee. like honey bee but hashtag alliteration. n has hence shortened it 2 bun CONFIRMED #* ft bee: fade into you.#prose.

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thoughtkick · 27 days

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway

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