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@anthrofreshtodeath Okay I'm sharing with the class lol. My apologies, couldn't figure out how to link the playlist in a comment or reblog of your post 🥴

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etari: no shit, its a britechester ritual.

claudia: we can’t let this stand! we’re gonna do something about it.

fitz: wait, so no-one died? are you sure?

claudia: yes, but something will die... our DIGNITY if we don’t act

ritchie: no, you’re gonna die if you don’t stop waking us up at 6am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dumb bitch

[ratretro]

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“Meow-velous.” five. That was pun number five. Marinette was starting to doubt that the man dressed in black was actually her protective detail while they awaited the trial against Hawkmoth, or as the public knew him, Gabriel Agreste. It was irritating to be locked away in her little townhome while she waited to give her testimony. The same testimony she didn’t want to give.

Yes, Hawkmoth had waged war on the city of Paris and sure he’d started a terrorist uprising through the mystical powers of his kwami, but that didn’t change the fact that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was in love with Adrien Agreste. The absolute last thing she wanted to do was help put his father in prison.

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I made this in twenty minutes when I should have been doing english homework, but I just had to jump on the powerpoint bandwagon. ENJOY!!

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Jotober Day 2: Tranquil

Today is Shiloh and Charon! I’m going to randomly pull characters to do for these, but if anyone has any they’d like to see more of, lmk!

“Hey sleepy head. Maybe you should get out of the bed before you melt into it, huh?” Shiloh whined, batting away Charon’s face when he tried to give him a kiss. He didn’t want to wake up. It was his Sunday morning, and it was the perfect fall sleeping day, with a freezing room and layers upon layers of blankets covering Shiloh. Perfect.

He wasn’t moving.

“It’s noon, Shiloh,” Charon laughed. “Get up.”

“No…” Shiloh pouted, cracking one eye open to glare. “’M sleepy still.”

“Don’t make me drag you out of there.” Charon warned. Shiloh got an idea.

He lunged for Charon’s arm, successfully heaving him into the bed. Before Charon could even protest, Shiloh had dragged him under the covers and had firmly planted his head on his boyfriend’s chest.

“Cuddle time,” Shiloh all but purred, snuggling into Charon. He had to get him warmed up, after all, to make things perfect. That was a struggle, though, since Charon was, you know, technically dead, but Shiloh had faith in his cuddle heater abilities.

“You are a child sometimes, you know that right?” Charon had no bite to his words.

“Don’t care. Cuddle time.”

“Fine, fine.” Charon sighed, a hint of a laugh in his voice. “Jeez, so demanding.”

“Shush.” Shiloh scowled. “I’m sleeping.”

“You are so lucky I love you.”

@merigreenleaf @bunnythedreamchaser @albatris @ageekyreader

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Untitled Excerpt: Sunsets

I’m in a Mood and this excerpt perfectly describes it, so I thought i’d share. God I love Jonah...

Winston hadn’t really understood what Jonah had been going on about when he’d come bursting into their apartment late that night. Something about sunsets and love and Big Feelings. Jonah always had Big Feelings. Big, bursting, alive feelings that Winston never really understood. Jonah said they liked to tap into the wild, reckless energy of life.

Winston preferred to do less tapping, and more sleeping.

But when Jonah dragged them up to the roof of their apartment, panting in excitement and jumping all around, Winston couldn’t help but feel some of that excitement too. Jonah had so much life, that it bled into them sometimes. They liked when that happened. They really did.

They’d dealt with so much death throughout their life. It felt good to have some life too now.

“Look!” Jonah laughed, pointing out over the city when they burst onto the roof. “Look!”

“Whoa…” Winston couldn’t help but to laugh along with Jonah. The sunset Jonah had rushed over so quickly to show them was truly beautiful. A million colors splattered the sky like one of Shiloh’s paintings, a kaleidoscope of watercolor pinks and golden oranges and just the barest hints of purple kissing the edges of the sky as the warmth of the sun bathed their faces in yellow.

“Isn’t it perfect?” Jonah sighed. “It’s just… The most perfect sunset I’ve ever seen. I had to share it with you.”    

“Thank you.” Winston smiled, leaning into Jonah’s side.

“I’ve always wanted to do this!” Jonah suddenly gasped, pulling out his phone and starting a soundtrack. “Would you dance with me in the dying daylight, my dear?” He bowed dramatically low, arm outstretched to take Winston’s hand. They didn’t even roll their eyes, they just took the outstretched hand.

And they began to dance on that roof, both of them still staring at the sunset, sneaking hidden glances at each other with smiles as warm as the sun.

It only lasted for a few minutes before Jonah bounced away, always eager, always excited to live more, to the edge of the roof to point up at the deepening sky.

“Look!” Jonah gasped, still with laughter ringing in golden eyes that matched the cloud. “The first star! Make a wish, Winston, close your eyes and make a wish!” Winston giggled. But they didn’t close their eyes. They didn’t want to miss a minute of this.

They wished that they could always feel the life, the love, that they felt standing on that rooftop with Jonah. They wished they never had to go back to feeling cold and lost, and could always feel this sense of purpose, this joy, this warmth that the sun poured into their heart.

They wished Jonah would never stop sharing his life with them.

- Untitled Short Story Anthology, 9/22/18

@merigreenleaf @bunnythedreamchaser @albatris @perringwrites @ageekyreader @timeenoughforamasterpiece

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Mini Excerpt, Untitled Thing

I think this might just be the funniest thing Winston has ever said, and i just needed to share okay.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I’m sorry!” Jonah cursed some more, which wasn’t cool. Winston had noticed people swore mostly when they were upset, but they were different curses than the ghosts had. The ghosts like to lay hexes on people’s houses. These people were obsessed with poop and intercourse apparently.

Winston still didn’t get why those were considered bad words.

I just... Winston baby... They grew up with ancient ghosts, for the record, so like... Yea. ^^

@merigreenleaf @albatris @bunnythedreamchaser @perringwrites @timeenoughforamasterpiece @ageekyreader

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Bullet Points Tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea! thank!

Rules: Summarize your WIP in 15 2-5 word bullet points (as if you were trying to summarize it in 15 seconds.

Okay let's see. I'm gonna do the unnamed Christian and Livia thing

I don't think I can get the things I want to across in just 2-5 words but I'll do my best

Two assholes fall in love

I'll fucking fight you

Why doesn't dad love me

Demisexuality is a thing, okay?

Kink is not necessarily sexual

Let's go on another not-date

Mandated community service becomes a passion

One fell first, one fell harder

Everyone is a mess but doing their best

Life is short do what you want

Working in an office is the worst

that's not 15 but that's what I've got! tagging @winterandwords @revenantlore @willtheweaver @thegreatobsesso and anyone else who wants to because I've seen this one going around and don't know who has and hasn't done it already XD