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Drabble Challenge! #1 - 150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

Take the long way around

Can you shut up for five minutes, please???

He’s been gone for quite a while

I can’t see anything.

I heard a noise.

Scary movies are for chumps.

You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

The floor is lava.

Where’s my food?

I bet you feel like an artist

Did you ever clean the attic?

Can I be of assistance?

Get out of the way before I murder you.

I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Cry me a river.

Build a bridge.

Get over it.

Another credit card?!

It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?

I don’t know why I married you.

Have you ever lied to me?

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?

I’m stuck! Help me!

I swear, I’m not scared.

What do you think a cupholder is for?

You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Turn that sh*t off!!!!

When’s that last time we went on a date?

I thought you didn’t like cats?

The door’s locked.

Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

I’ll just tell your mom on you.

I thought you were nice.

I had a dream about you.

I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit

What color do you like better?

Am I your husband or your taxi service?

Take notes, sweetheart.

This is where you impress me, right?

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

I can’t believe you didn’t remember

If that makes me a child, so be it.

I could beat you up, you know that right?

Would it kill you to help people?

I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

But, I said I love you.

Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?

I’m not weird, you’re just basic.

Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying

Take off your shirt.

Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?

Way to go, kid.

I found the candles, we’ll be alright.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

…or we could make out….

I said “I HAVE AN IDEA!”

Down the hall, second door on the left.

I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

Are you even human?

We’ll talk later.

K.

I’m afraid.

I thought there was time.

Can you just leave me alone?

I’ll carry it.

We’re not ‘fine’.

Are you really taking his side right now?

I like proving you wrong.

Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.

Who are you?

I think you need stitches

Must be a coincidence

Can you be romantic for once?

This is your fault by the way.

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Excuse me for falling in love with you.

I have fans. More fans than you to be exact.  

I paid for half and you ate three-quarters.

I knew you’d be mad.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

You’ve never smoked anything in your life.

You gave me a black eye.

Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.

What if it sinks?

Birds can’t fly without wings.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

That SOOO classifies as a date.

No backsies.

You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

I never liked it, I lied.

Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.

Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Remember when we were dating and you _____

Be brave, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, but that was adorable.

You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.

You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.

That’s a fact, Jack.

Actually, I couldn’t care less.

I try my best.

Doesn’t make a difference to me anyways.

I’m glad you’re mine.

You look pretty good for your age.

You passed out for like an hour.

Delete it. Now.

You’re a jerk.

Are you high?

No, you’re MY bitch.

Ew ew ew. You’re so gross.

Spare change for the poor and lonely.

She’s 6, how can she scare you?

When’s the last time we ______

He’s spoiled rotten.

I can’t stay long.

There’s nothing we can do.

Do you ever stop smiling?

Step aside and watch a pro.

Never give him stuff like that!

You’re the one who left it laying around.

I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

Teach me how to play?

It’s called a prank.

Well, you’re a prick.

Good, I hope you feel bad.

You have cold, you’re not dying.

I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

I hope you have a cold shower.

You don’t mean that.

Sing to me, please.

Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Why do they behave for you?

Stop making your own rules.

Don’t open an umbrella in the house.

You know what happens when you assume things.

That’s open for discussion.

Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

I cheated.

What’s the biggest lie you ever told?

Pillows are over-rated.

Zombies aren’t real, I promise.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

*Make up your own*

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To be frank, this community’s obsession with writing vile topics such as abuse, inc*st, ped*philia, and other “t/a/b/o/o” things is both tiring and horrifying. It’s sad how people have to tiptoe while looking at the tag, afraid of what we could find or who we might run into, especially survivors that shouldn’t have to see people using life-ruining and traumatic experiences to get off. 

I don’t know what happened in the last few years that have led people to normalize the topics mentioned above, but it’s incredibly concerning.

I would like to be able to find and write with people that have no interest in romanticizing/sexualizing and defending such topics or supporting the people writing them so please like/reblog this if you’re one of the good guys.

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chingcna‌:

“Got it.“ Grabbing some of the drinks she had bought for everyone, Leonora began setting them in the table. She definitely could have asked someone to do this, but she actually liked coming in by herself and getting everything ready. It gave her time to think and reflect before chaos began. “Don’t push yourself too hard. I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a session,“ she teased. “You want me to paint you?“ Lenora could only laugh at his joke. “I highly doubt it, especially since I’ve seen plenty of naked models. If you’re serious, I’ll make you something you can proudly hang over your bed.“

Mason chuckled, “Nah nah, I’ll be alright,” he spoke, following her lead to set up the snack table, “But if I do pass out, you gotta promise to stop Declan if he tries to draw on my face, okay?” Mason was a million percent sure that it would happen. “Are you serious?” he asked, “Not at the naked models part,” he quickly said to clarify, “I assume that comes with the painting job, but you wanna make me something?” Mason was genuinely surprised and equally as thrilled that she would even suggest that, “I can totes pay you for your time if you do decide to!”

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chingcna‌:

“I know what a plot twist is.“ She was about to mention how she had been in plenty of productions where plot twists had been handled adequately, but bit her tongue and instead let a smile tug at the corners of her lips. “I always focus on the acting. It’s how I filled my shelves with awards.“ Given the shoddy job Amara thought he was doing with the script, she doubted that was something he could say. “But you don’t, so I’d suggest not wasting your energy getting upset about things you have no control over.“

“Doesn’t seem like it.” The energy boost coffee provided him disappeared as quickly as it came, annoyance washed over soon the more their conversation dragged on, he should’ve known this was a waste of time. If anyone else had said that to him, he would take offence, but seeing as it was Amara, the words didn’t carry much weight. “They give out awards to anyone these days, real talent isn’t a factor anymore.” He scoffed at her words, “First off, it’s you that’s  wasting my energy, and second, you don’t have control either.”

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chingcna‌:

Hearing about how he had bought the pub before the previous owner could destroy it was something she found admirable. A fervent dreamer, Isabel couldn’t help but smile as she thought about how this sounded like it was straight out of a feel-good movie. Her eyes wandered around the place, taking in as many details as she could. The little repairs he was talking about were quite obvious once you paid attention. Yes, the place desperately needed a new paint job, furniture, and a lot more, but she was sure Nolan would achieve what he wanted. Yes, she barely met the man and he had treated horribly not too long ago, but she couldn’t help it. Isabel had a knack for idealizing every single situation she found herself in, regardless of its circumstances. “I have absolute faith in you. It’s only a matter of time before this place looks like new, right?”

This pub meant the world to him. For the last 10 years he poured blood, sweat and tears to make this function, he knew he still had a long way to go before it looked like how he wanted it to, but he knew was a tangible. Hearing her speak positively about his pub brought a smile to his face, kind words went a long way especially if they were said about his hard work, maybe he was wrong in thinking she was a stuck up American. “Absolutely, he said enthusiastically, “I plan to turn this into a fully functioning hotel too, already started on the upstairs bedrooms. Everything’s all sorted except...” he paused, money was the problem but that’s not something he liked to share with anyone let alone strangers, it was his struggle and he didn’t want any sympathy or pity. “..time,” he lied. “I’ve been busy with things down here, upstairs gonna have to wait a while.”

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orbiit‌:

“He clearly didn’t get the memo.“ Jasmine clenched her jaw as the the envelope was ripped from her hand, rolled her eyes when they were thrown away. A flutter of her eyelashes was the only indication that she acknowledged the kicked trash can at all. The outburst was more inconvenient than it was surprising, and she ground her molars at the insult. Her dentist was going to scold her for that, again. “As I remember it, I’m ‘the most competent assistant’ you’ve ever had. Or am I misquoting you?” The smirk was a defense mechanism, but one she’d probably learned from Violet, herself. “That’s not my job.” she added, though she’d sooner right the trashcan and put everything back before she left it for some janitor who didn’t deserve to pick up after a grown woman’s tantrum. She sighed, exasperated. “Your lunch is on the way. I delayed it because I expected - correctly - that you’d keep working on that brief past lunch,” (and probably yell at Jasmine for it) “and let it sit cold for a half hour.” She pursed her lips into a tight smile. “It should be here soon. Now,” Jasmine tapped away at a screen, seemingly pulled from thin air. “…when I e-mail him this death threat, again, should it be with another reminder to have them sent…to the penthouse? Your lawyer’s office? My apartment?” A joke, though she wouldn’t put it past Violet to have them sent there only to make her bring them across town to her building’s lobby. On a weekend. To make a point. Her fingers hovered over the tablet, hopeful that they could forget about the trash can altogether and avoid a full on shouting match. “Should I book a day at the spa while I’m at it? You have a glaringly open slot here on Sunday.”  

"Your memory fails you," she replied, without skipping a beat. If she had ever complimented someone, Violet would definitely remember especially since she never handed out compliments. "Mhhm, might you be thinking of most troublesome assistant? Because that would be closer to the truth than what you said."

"What is your job then?" she asked, dropping her pen and looked up to face her, "As far as I'm aware, it's whatever I'm paying you to do." Violet wasn't usually this harsh with her staff, but today was an especially bad day, and divorce papers arriving at her office again did nothing to make her day any brighter. "I would love to boost your ego by saying you did the right thing - but, I could've easily eaten while working on this brief, or is multitasking not a concept you can understand?" She wasn't even hungry, but something to munch might provide a bit of distraction, she'd rather pick apart her food than waste time pointing out simple mistakes Jasmine seemed to be making. If she was expecting a laugh, she had the wrong audience, Violet simply rolled her eyes ignoring Jasmine's attempt to joke, and went right back to business. "Lawyer's office, they can deal with that mess." Violet groaned into her hands as she she heard the word Sunday. Of course there was an open slot, she was supposed to be meeting up her ex-in-laws for lunch, every since she had un-synced calendars with her ex, she noticed more open slots that she'd liked to have seen "Subtlety is not you're strong point is it? But yeah, sure book it, I could use being away from you lot."

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chingcna‌:

“Because, as I mentioned before, it would be incredibly uncharacteristic of Lydia to be accused of a crime, let alone something as horrible as murder. Wouldn’t inferring that after leaving town for college she murdered her high school sweetheart be asking too much of our suspension of belief?“

“It’s called a plot twist, and it’s not a hard concept,” Arjun piped back, patience wearing thin. “Why don’t you focus more on the acting, and let the writes actually do our job? Wouldn’t that be a fun thing to try!” They told him she was impossible to reason with, but he said he liked a challenge, but never had he regretted his words more than now. “And before you get all high and mighty, nothing’s gonna happen with your character, you have power here it seems. If I had it my way, Lydia would’ve definitely been the murderer.”

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chingcna‌:

“I could use the help, sure.” Leonora was used to always setting up and getting things ready all by herself so this was a rather nice change. Hearing Mason’s comment made her laugh, almost causing her to drop a folder which contained everyone’s schedules. “I almost can’t. Now that you mention it, I should probably pinch myself and make sure this isn’t a dream.“ While Leo appreciated punctuality, she had to admit that she also gave Mason an unlimited amount of passes given how fond she was of him. “Well, next time try to find a proper place to sleep on like a bed. I got an extra one if you need it. I’m usually very quiet while I paint.“

“Sweet, just tell which things go where, I don’t wanna do this wrong and you work twice as hard.” Mason had a rough idea where things went, but there were so many wires, he knew he’d fuck up without clear cut instructions. “Me too, actually,” he said and gave himself a little pinch to check he wasn’t dreaming, “Nope, this is real,” he said moments later rubbing his arm. “I’ll try to be earlier next time, make the others feel bad for a change.” He’d have to put so many reminders and countless alarms but Mason was determined to arrive early, or well on time at least. “Ooh I dunno, what of you paint me like a french girl? You’ll want to burn your eyes after that,” he said with a laugh.

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chingcna‌:

Isabel bit her tongue instead of replying. Personally, she wouldn’t have called what they were doing ‘joking around’, but at least he had enough common sense to know that their behavior was definitely in poor taste. Willing to leave that in the past if that meant she’d arrive in Dublin shortly, she dusted off her trousers before stepping inside the pub. “Thank you, really.” She wouldn’t have been opposed to having someone that had made fun of her taste her possibly-poisoned-food before her, but again, she kept her unbecoming thoughts to herself. “Do you own this place?” He seemed to be the only person that worked there, so she was curious. 

Nolan was relieved she came back inside, making fun of visitors was somewhat of a religious thing they here, it was all meant to be just fun and games, but the reaction he’d just experienced was a first and well not very fun. It wasn’t just him that was glad she was back, the minute she stepped in, the atmosphere changed and everyone best on their best faces. No more mean pricks it seemed, and Nolan wasn’t about to argue with that. “I do, yeah,” he beamed proudly, “Bought her when folks wanted to knock it to the ground, I’ve been making little repairs here and there,” he said pointing out the odd mismatching paint jobs around the place, “One day it’ll be back to it’s former glory.”

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chingcna‌:

“Hey, let’s make it clear I didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t know why I thought you would be a heavy sleeper.“ Maybe it was the way he looked so peaceful while he slept. “Not yet, so you can go back to napping if you want. I just wanted to get everything set up so we wouldn’t waste any time once everyone got here.“ Plus, Leo always tried to be the first that arrived from everything. From concerts to jamming sessions, she was there first and was always the last to leave. “I got to ask, though… Why were you sleeping here and not on an actual bed?“

“Chill Leo, it’s fine and I’m only a heavy sleeper if I’m absolutely tired,” he said with another loud stretch. “Nah, I won’t be able to nap anymore, getting kinda hungry. Do you need help setting up?” It was after he spoke, Mason realised he never actually remembered a time where he helped to set up for a session, being late almost all the time meant he arrived to a fully set up practice. “Can you believe I’m actually early for once?” Maybe he should make it once of his goals to not be the last one to arrive. “It was noisy everywhere else,” he replied, “I just wanted to nap in silence.”

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chingcna‌:

“I have,“ she replied dryly. He could talk all he wanted about the trope, it still wouldn’t change Amara’s opinion. To her, the changes that have been made to her character made absolutely no sense. This was called one thing—character assassination.  “If it turns out she is innocent?“ Interesting wording there. “I thought my manager and the production had agreed to not have Lydia be guilty of the murder.“ The last thing she needed on top of everyone else was even more bad writing being added to her character’s story. “While I understand your points, I have plenty of support of my fans regardless of who I’m playing.“

Arjun rolled his eyes, “When, when it turns out that she’s innocent,” he corrected himself with an irritated sigh. Arjun wanted Amara’s character to be guilty from day one, people were behind him but slowly backed away even though the reasons were clear as day, he was still disappointed in them. The control she had was both fantastic and absolutely annoying. “Then why does this little thing matter then? Surely, if they’re going to support you through thick and thin, a small TV role shouldn’t affect you this much.” 

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orbiit‌:

Jasmine didn’t really feel sorry for Violet. The woman was never kind to her, much less when the news of her divorce had come through by way of the cold delivery of the initial papers. Moreover, she didn’t think pity was something her boss would ever want from her, especially not at a time when she was vulnerable. So it was part job security, part understanding, part empathy and part spite that kept her tone level and professional as she set the legal envelope on her desk. “Ma’am…the finalization papers. Your -” she hesitated - husband, ex husband? “-his lawyer had them sent over for your review, before they’re submitted to the judge.” Jasmine stood beside her desk, waiting patiently as usual for further instructions or some misplaced anger. ( @birdcagehearts )

“I keep telling him not to send these here,” Violet said grabbing the papers forcefully out of her hand and in one swift motion she sent them right into the trash can under her desk. “Tell him I threw it in the trash, and if he keeps sending them here, I’ll kill him.” 

Violet was a no nonsense business tycoon, everyone respected her so when her scumbag of an ex-husband, dared to send the first divorce papers to her office, and indirectly made her the laughing stock of her company, she lost all cool. She kicked the trash and sending all sorts of rubbish flying across the floor, “Ugh clean that up, and where’s my lunch? Not only do you barge in when I’m busy, you forget the basics of you job. Why am I the only competent one in this godforsaken building?”

[birdcagehearts]

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distortedpalace‌:

          Henry gave Arjun a curt nod and he thought about asking Amara for advice to see what she would do in his situation. He exhaled. “Well, I won’t waste anymore of your time.”

Arjun flashed him a toothy smile, “If you have any other questions, please, don’t hesitate to ask me,” he said and hoped Henry detected the sarcasm in his voice. 

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undcad‌:

Zelda froze, her eyes growing wide as she watched Mason attempt to hand her a twenty dollar bill. “Isn’t this a pay as your order place?” she repeated, mostly to convince herself that it was the truth. Immediately, alarms began ringing in her head, Mason totally not helping as he explained his side in a panic. “Oh my god…” Zelda could only muster, when Mason made his conclusion – dined and dashed. Her hands found their place on her face, checking to make sure she just didn’t fall into a food coma. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Zelda’s mind was shutting down to its bare functions, not fully grasping the situation. She found herself following Mason as the two of them made some distance away from the restaurant. “Can’t we just return and pay for our bill?” Zelda asked when some of her senses returned to her.

“No no, we can never do that, nor can we ever come back to this place,” Mason said shaking his head. Al the possible worst case scenarios were running through his head as they walked away, what if their faces were on their wall of shame? what if the staff realise and come chasing after them? what of the FBI investigate them? FBI might be a bit of stretch, but he had never dine and dashed before so who knows what the consequences could be. As the distance between them and the restaurant increased, Mason’s brain started working again, “Maybe we should go back,” he said stopping for air, but when he looked back, the place was well out of sight, “No, I was right the first time, we can never go back. Maybe we could send them a cheque?”

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distortedpalace‌:

          “Oh,” Henry said. He didn’t like that. Actually he hated it. But it wasn’t his place to say as much. “I guess I’ll wait for the script.” Maybe it would be better when he actually read it. And if not, he hoped it wouldn’t be too late to ask for changes.

Judging by his reaction, he guessed Henry wasn’t a big fan, but tough, there wasn’t anything Arjun could do about it, well he could but he didn’t want to. “You’re going to have to, unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do.”

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chingcna‌:

“So they suddenly decided to change their mind and remember how to be empathetic after they were done laughing at me? That’s comforting.“ She scoffed. Part of her wanted nothing more than to tell him off, but hearing how apologetic he was got to her. She wasn’t strong. It was way too easy to get her to forgive someone—especially when they begged—, so she decided to accept his apologies. “How do I know you won’t poison me so I can’t ask you to take me to Dublin?” Her boyfriend surely wouldn’t be thrilled to know she had died poisoned after chasing him around the world in order to propose. “Okay.” Cue a sigh. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“They-we were just joking around,” he said in defense, “...in poor taste,” he added quickly. Looking back on the situation, they all, him included, could’ve been nicer. He wanted her to leave but not in tears. He left out a long sigh in relief when she accepted his apology, that was more difficult that the was expecting it to be. “Killing is a little extreme, even for me, but if it’ll calm your nerves, I’ll feed Ben first, if he lives then your food is safe,” he said with a small laugh. “Least I could do,” he said holding the door open for her.