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im slowly turning into a thrifting page and im not mad about it

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The Watcher when he said 'he became aware of another':

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Suburbs next to cornfields amd the high school is across the street from a church and the church is next to both the skate park and the dog park

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The way scurvy sounds like some old pirate disease they got due to poor hygiene only for it to be severe vitamin c deficiency.

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a random blurb from the first chapter of my arcane adoption au (to be posted on Wattpad)

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"Oh, trust me, he definitely doesn't think you're weak," he scoffed. "I made sure to talk about how much you fought to save them. You even threw yourself out the window to try and save your sister."

Now it was Vi's turn to scoff. She leaned back in her hospital bed, legs curled up, arms still crossed. "And then what, I used Vander as a pillow? Or did you lie and say he died in the fire?" She looked down for a moment to gather herself, to try not to sound as angry as she just had, see where that got her. "Where is she?"

"Who?"

"My sister, genius," Vi said.

Marcus' eyebrows raised, his jaw jutted out, and for a second Vi thought he would complete the set and look down his nose at her. Instead he copied her, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and suddenly he was back to being the bastard she always knew him as. "She's dead, like I said."

"Bullshit," she snarled. "I know Powder, I know my sister. She'd never let someone like Silco get the best of her," she said the name like it hurt her. Marcus thought it probably had with how venomously she'd spit it out.

"Last I saw, Silco," he drawled mockingly, "had his claws in Powder, literally -"

"Shut up!" Vi shouted. "You don't know her!"

"You're right. But I know Silco." He smiled like he'd gotten the upper hand on her.

"Right," she looked at him with disgust. "Because you're his lap dog," the smile faded then and he froze. "What, you thought I wasn't there when Vander was attacked. When you signed Grayson up to die," she chuckled. She was too panicked before to think about it, but it was obvious now. Marcus, always the follower, wanted to be the leader. He just didn't know how high the price was. She watched his face for this next part. "I saw the coin you traded for their lives, and you didn't even have the guts to take it," she leaned forward. "You're pathetic."

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Around the year 2119, at the same time the RDA would begin colonizing Pandora en masse, Dr. Cordell Lovecraft was successful in creating the first Avatar. Immediately after, his research would be used to create another variant of the Avatar. This too, would be successful.

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The jungle was awash in blood. Bodies torn apart, arrows broken off and lodged deep in Avatar skulls and oxygen masks ripped off, human resistance members, their faces blue in death. Jocelyn screamed and screamed and screamed.

an Avatar fic I'm trying to write. wanted to get some opinions here while I write. what do we think?

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So I can write a whole blurb fanfic idea ab barbie mariposa but I can't write chapter one of my arcane fic wtf

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Made a skirt from simplicity S9449 view D. It took practically the whole month but in reality it only took like 5 days. I do need to make some petticoats to go underneath, especially for the wind chill and general cold, but I started a different pattern already (mccalls M8318) so I'll make those later.

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i just need to rant about manacled for a second because what do you mean the quote "she was a non-active member of the order and did not fight back" came from a sex slave dramione fic??? I might've been able to read the story for that line and overlook the dramione (sue me) if it at the very least was just a slavery fic but then you included the surrogate part and every bone in my body wants to hurl. I haven't read many sex slave fics but they all gave me the ick in some way and I truly cannot imagine reading a whole book about it.

i don't give a damn if they do fall in love (I assume so since its dramione) I cant do it. like they need to be a free person before any romancing can take place. the power imblance is way too strong and I just cant.

if someone who has read this book can try and make the book sound less icky to me I would gladly hear you out cuz gd if that one quote isn't actually amazing.

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Spirit was having their 50% off everything today.

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HP drabble

Knock knock knock went the door.

"Harry!" Aunt Petunia called out. Harry jolted awake, squinting bleary-eyed at the light filtering through the curtain. "It's your turn to pick the piles today," she paused, "are you awake?"

"Yeah," he called sleepily. Aunt Petunia said no more and Harry heard her footsteps recede. It was Friday, a little less than one week till his birthday. Still half-asleep, Harry opened the curtains, getting a face full of blinding light reflecting off of the white pathways of the neighborhood. A sure-fire way to wake up.

Rubbing his eyes and putting on his glasses, Harry's day began. Slowly, though not too slowly as Aunt Petunia was in fact, waiting, he descended the stairs leading from his and Dudley's rooms and met his grandma on the next landing.

"Morning Nan," Petunia's mother's painting looked up from her knitting.

"Harry, so nice to see you."

"You see me all the time, Nan."

"Oh I know," said Nan, "but it's even better first thing in the morning," she looked up and down Harry's outfit. "I see it's a red day." She wasn't wrong there, red and yellow plaid sirwal, red and green plaid long tunic. If they weren't at the cobbler's, Harry would've worn his red flats instead of brown. "How your arch?"

Harry turned to the side so the arch of his feet showed. "Higher than normal I think," Nan noted. "You'll certainly be winning the children's division this year.

"You think?" Last year, Harry had placed second, with Hermione third.

"Certainly, with Peony gone and aged to the teens." Peony Cobb had placed first.

Before Harry could say anything else - Harry.

Harry looked up at the ladder opposite Nan. Nurseheele.

Don't be late.

I won't be.

You will if you keep talking with your grandmother. Harry rolled his eyes. Nurseheele had always been dramatic.

"Nurseheele's sending for you, is he?" Nan had never been the biggest fan of Petunia's familiar being a snake, though she'd never been the biggest fan of Petunia being the second most important asset to all of Britain as well.

"Yeah, bye Nan," Harry waved as he left. Nurseheele nodded at him, before calling to Petunia to bring him back up.

Harry emerged on the roof of the house moments later, squinting to adjust to the light. "Morning Aunt Petunia."

Said aunt turned. "Harry darling. D'you sleep well?" Harry hummed in response, focusing more on getting on his stake. "Good. You want binoculars?"

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a drabble from my steampunk hp au.

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