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[justallihere]

Most recent few sentences you’ve written of sitq🙈

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This chapter is not my friend, it’s necessary filler with conversations and planning before we get to the good stuff but I hateee it right now. Anyway, here’s one of the last paragraphs I wrote:

Friday didn’t bring anything at all, actually, other than Xaden’s arrival, even though Violet wasn’t really ready to see him and had no idea what she might possibly say to him. She was sure whatever she came up with, he would react poorly. Her propensity for putting herself in danger he deemed unnecessary was probably his least favorite thing about her. Admitting her plans for breaking into the Archives and stealing from Tauri’s personal collection of books would go over like a sack of bricks with her husband.

[thedefinitionofendgame]

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🖊Post a snippet from a current WIP

[darknessaroundus]

Their legs are dangling off the edge of the dock. Above them in the sky the sun is at high noon. There is a mink a few feet away from them, half hidden by a rock. 

Betty kicks her legs out, and notices that the man besides her, the man she feels like she knows, but who remains nameless, does the same. 

The lake is so smooth that it reflects the image of their kicking legs back to them perfectly. If the nameless man’s presence hadn’t already made it painfully clear that this was a dream, their perfect reflection - unclouded by the sky, un-rippled by the breeze - would have.

Betty sees him every night now, but when she opens her mouth to speak, nothing comes out. He does the same in response, staring at her with his blue eyes, as if they could communicate just through that. 

In the morning Betty won’t remember the color of his yes, the details of his face, smudged from her memory, but she will remember his hair, the shape of his body, the way he swung his legs out over the edge. One ankle wrapped with gauze, the only real clue.

[ohnoanotherfe3hblog]

YEARNING OR LOVING TEXT FOR OUR BOY DEDUE??

Dedue💙🥘💙

💔 - a yearning text

❤️ - a loving text

[Deduedles❤ sent you a message]

Deduedles❤, 12:30 a.m. : Dearest, are you awake?

Deduedles❤, 12:30 a.m. : I'm having trouble sleeping.

Deduedles❤, 12:31 a.m. : I miss you, I wish I could hold you in my arms.

Deduedles❤, 12:31 a.m. : Dearest, I love you more than you could ever imagine. I look forward to seeing you again soon.

Deduedles❤, 12:32 a.m. : When I get home, I hope we can spend some time together just me holding you.

[patamon-ears]

damn you, takeru.

snippet from a takari one-shot. takeru wanted me to write him and wouldn’t leave me alone.

I like women who have goals, who have their own jobs that they want to continue even after they get married. How is it fair that they become stay-at-home wives? Can’t I have that option? A stay-at-home husband sounds appealing. I’d dig that lifestyle. That, and well, my little income can’t support two people. I don’t want my future wife relying solely on me. 

Like, what if I get fired? 

My boss threatens to fire me on a daily basis since he thinks my writing is too straightforward. He wants me to tone it down because he describes my pieces as insensitive, blatant and too honest that the readers might take offence to it. 

I always fight back, arguing that I’d rather tell the audience how it is, rather than lie and gloss over something that is far from the truth. I’m just lucky that because of my infamous candour,  I’ve steadily gained a fanbase that appreciates my writing. That’s the only reason that is stopping mister boss person from sacking me. I’m an asset (he likes to correct me and call me an ‘ass’) to our tiny newspaper company. I assist making ends meet, and he knows this.

Swing Me (one-shot)

link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13395384/1/Swing-Me

synopsis; She’s the only one woman that can get Takeru to ditch a gokon. She’s the only one woman who can literally swing his feelings around. She’s the only one woman that he will always be an exception to him.

[one-shot takari/friendship/mild romance]

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[chilliebean5]

“Y’know, I once had a fear of birds.”

Hanzo snorts, lifting his head. “Since when?”

“Since I was little. Would see bald eagles and vultures all the time. The vultures were the worst, though. When there was roadkill, there’d be at least three of ‘em fighting over the carcass. Sometimes when I’d be playin’ outside, they’d follow me, like they were waitin’ for me to keel over so they could peck at my remains.” Jesse shudders. “Fuckin’ birds.”

“That is the funniest thing I have ever heard,” Hanzo says, actually laughing.

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A wip of an upcoming fic, in which Jesse has an irrational fear of birds. Landing sooner than you might think!

[antwriterr]

sighs. on my tonymay bullshit again

[anndria2]

This Song Is Called "Problems" New Song Yet Mid Old!! Thinking About Changing The Hook(Song Name) Short #Snipppet #Instrumental #IAMACE #anndria2 #LilAce #LilAce2 https://www.instagram.com/p/B5YxCabFJEP/?igshid=1mrne7ehxqpoz