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mariesoliver · 1 year
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Every episode of Beef i'm like these ppl sure are making decisions
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j-nipper-95 · 11 months
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WIP WEDNESDAY
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*brushes cobwebs aside* yep, still here, phew!
I’m back!! I’ve been more than a little AWOL with this blog recently, writer’s block is a bitch! ASR edits have all but halted, COTTA planning has completely stagnated, and epic gay sc-fi WIP never made it out of the starting gates.
But we press on.
Thank you for the tags the past few weeks @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @theearlgreymage @orange-peony ! Loving seeing what you’re all working on!
For now, here’s something from one of my, affectionately titled, ‘shit hits the fan’ chapters. Certain names have been redacted for spoilers 👀
“Psst.”
Lauren stopped, trying to pinpoint exactly where the sound had come from. Under the tree cover, rain drops on the leaves and leaf litter distorted sounds.
“Psst.”
It was coming from a raised bank to her right, one that sloped down and away into a small clearing with a rope swing in it.
“Lauren.”
Oh this was going to be fun.
“Lauren!” [Redacted] raised his voice a little this time, and she saw his curly ginger head pop out from behind a tree on the bank. If she hadn’t wanted to cave in his face, she’d probably have laughed at how suddenly he appeared. Like a little wood sprite popping up to guide a weary traveller in a fairytale.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Lauren whispered horsely, playing the innocent.
“I heard what happened.” Of course he had. “I tried to get word to you last night, but I couldn’t get hold of you.” Funny that.
“How did you know I was up here?”
His flushed cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “I … may have followed you.”
She couldn’t keep the bitter laugh inside. “Oh, really?”
“What are you doing up here?”
“I was scoping out the area, to make sure no one had followed me up here,” she said pointedly, keeping the knife in his line of sight.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And …?”
“And I found you.”
“Ah, yes, I can see what this looks like.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Yes. Now, before you disembowel me,” he said, his easy charm suddenly oozing from every pore, “there is something you ought to know.” Lauren’s grip around the blade was getting slippery with the rain. She needed to act soon. “I didn’t come up here alone.”
[Redacted] is currently causing me some headaches, as I have no idea how to write his dialogue to show he’s Welsh, rather than just dropping it into descriptions/dialogue tags. Any Welsh mutuals/anyone who has any ideas, please, help a gal out 🙈😂
Tagging: @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @theearlgreymage @orange-peony​ @letraspal @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @stardustasincocaine @prettylightsbigcity @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @erzbethluna​ @ebbpettier​ @bookish-bogwitch​ @writer-nori-bard​ @dragoneggos​ 
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chuck-glisson · 8 months
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Here is a "Visual" representation of Donald Trump's CURRENT Legal Situation!
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What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
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new-old-friend · 2 years
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G'raha: Valentione’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Mackenzie: I wrote you a poem.
G'raha, already crying: You did?
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verfound · 2 years
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FIC: Princess Heartmaker: Ch 6/15 (MLB, Lukanette)
Notes: Y’all.  Y’all.  The struggle has been real with this chapter, and by…well by partial fault of the chapter but mostly just Life.  We’ve had a couple of WEEKS at work (we had a bit of a covid outbreak and some hectic menus), and I’ve had zero energy to dedicate to this.  And then when I could focus, it just…it’s a bit of a beast of a chapter.  A lot happens.  Bri was never supposed to be here.  I hope it’s worth the wait.  😂  And when it starts to get dicey…just imagine Shadowmoth watching all this going down in his lair, the negative emotions pinging around and the poor akuma having no idea where to land.  (In a cracky outtake, the akuma was totally August.  Gigantitan for the win.  😂)
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5
Princess Heartmaker
Chapter Six: But You Know I’ll Never Go Ahead…
Marinette closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her head bent forward as she smoothed her hands over the soft fabric of her dress.  She started to pull her lower lip between her teeth and had to remind herself to stop, remembering the dark pink lipstick she had applied.  It was a deeper shade than she usually preferred, but in the lighting of the gym it would look…
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and sucked a deep breath in through her nose.  She wasn’t going to let words like kissable enter her thoughts.  She wasn’t trying to be kissable tonight, not…not anymore.  She was just going to have fun.  Because she was on the committee and had to be there.  And she was going to meet her secret admirer, and they were going to have a great time, and…ok, so if her admirer ended up wanting to kiss her…
Her hand lifted to hover above her heart, her fingertips brushing over the embroidered notes stitched there.  She had been telling herself all day – all week – that it didn’t matter if it wasn’t Luka she was meeting at the dance.  That he clearly didn’t care, and so she shouldn’t, either.  And maybe she almost believed it, so she pushed out a breath and shoved any thoughts of her stupid…of the stupid guitarist out of her head.  If her admirer wanted to kiss her tonight, she might just let him.  She might even enjoy it.
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TAT: The team rushes in (covertly) to save their teammate, successfully avoiding traps and taking down baddies. Whumpee is in a bad way, alive but in need of medical help. Careful planning gives way to equal parts relief and desperation as they work to get whumpee out and to safety. So focused are they on their wounded teammate that they forget about the traps they'd so carefully avoided on the way in, and someone's foot hits a tripwire...
👀 the only trouble with TATs are that they are WAY TOO SHORT
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rickmctumbleface · 2 years
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daydreamerry · 2 years
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Hey everyone.
So some personal stuff happened and I’m going to be honest, I am anxious and stressed by it. I might take the day or a few days off from being on here to focus on family. I usually hate doing this, but I’d really appreciate any good thoughts/love/prayers/etc. for my mom. I think we need some positivity rn.
Sorry and thank you.
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mouserrouser · 2 years
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j-nipper-95 · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
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It's still Wednesday in some parts of the world (literally just missed it in the UK), so why not share some more of ASR.
I actually finished the 'Shit hits the fan' chapters yesterday (Tuesday), so I'm now back into a more dialogue and reveal heavy chapter, then I'm caught up with my editors notes. This next chapter though, I am so HYPED to edit it. The banter, the sass, the shade my MC is throwing at another character, and is subsequently getting thrown back at her, is just *chef's kiss*.
For now, enjoy some of the action scene I finished this week. I hate writing action, so much, you have no idea. Why I chose to write a series so reliant on them, I'll never know 🙈😭
For reference, to avoid spoilers in this excerpt:
{redacted} = a villain
{blank} = an innocent
{Redacted} stood, ripped the knife from her shoulder, and plunged it into {blank} back. Blood seeped from the wound and quickly pooled at his feet, like a liquid shadow taking form. Mike had a grip on {blank}’s forearm as he lost his footing and tumbled forward, gasping for breath as he hyperventilated. {Redacted} bent to retrieve the knife, a spray of ruby red following in its wake. {Blank}’s lifeblood was washing away, as though he were nothing. No one of importance. He bled the same as anyone else.
But he wasn’t just anyone else.
The growl ripped from her throat and Lauren drew her sai, launching herself towards {redacted}.
Tagging: @captain-aralias​ @hushed-chorus @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @aristocratic-otter​ @stardustasincocaine​ @letraspal​ @cutestkilla​
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jpxwashere · 1 month
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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
.. Without my knowledge until now. Awesome!
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adidabachworld · 4 months
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Is it too much to ask u to fucking end me already?
Im tired n soso done with everything.
I see no point in waking up n living through the same day again n again n again.
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i-love-chicken · 7 months
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groovyalpacabluberry · 7 months
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Okay. So like… Every person has individual scent, yeah? That would mean that the aroma is lost when the person die. And now to think when someone feels safe with the person who carry the scent or because they like it. Then when the person is gone the source of the scent is gone. That mean the aroma will disappear from the world and all the people who new this person will never smell them no where again.
I don't know… but that is not okay. And i don't like it.
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inevitablemoment · 8 months
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Chapter Twenty: Nothing Changes
Marty wakes up on the 27th floor.
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IT'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!
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