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  • pretty-face-breaker
    09.05.2021 - 54 minutes ago

    “As long as you’re with me, and as long as I keep you alive, you give me what I want. If I want to take you by the hair and have you writhing, drowning at the bottom of my tub, begging me for mercy that I won’t give, then you will do that.”

    “And if I fight?” The whumpee asks tentatively, testing.

    The whumper chuckles, “Don’t talk about things that aren’t going to happen.” 

    #whump prompt#whump prompts#writing prompts#water torture#whumpee#whumper #I totally didn't take this from a draft and alter it slightly #okay I sleep now #captive whumpee#whump#whump tropes
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  • anna-milton
    09.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    The Man is keeping me down because they know that with the technology needed to make a mark of cain arc amv to My Axe by Insane Clown Posse I could [clickhole voice] take down the entire biden administration. STAY TUNED

    #oh this is a good draft #chatter#spn
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  • petrichord
    09.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I wanted to be saved. I sought rescue. I had dreams, most nights, of someone picking me up; arms with no face or name required. Just the promise of security was enough. The difficulty, of course, arrives upon awakening. There is nobody to save you from yourself. You fall, and nobody is there to catch you: you hit the ground and stay there. How difficult it is to pull yourself up when there is no promise of assistance. How easy it is to sink into the floor like a hand in wet concrete, the slow sucking, covering, and setting, so that the fall becomes permanent.

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  • felixmori
    09.05.2021 - 2 hours ago

    i think we should talk abt the rough draft of the last legacy cover art on the artists instagram

    #i wanna say it’s in their portfolio but idk if that’s the right word hdjsjds #it’s the link in their bio @/gaybravado on instagram #IM ONLY ASSUMING ITS AN OLD/FIRST DRAFT OF THE COVER ART ALSO #BUT LIKE... FELIX.. #felix escellun#sage lesath#anisa anka#last legacy #fictif last legacy #i’ll take this down if there’s a problem but there shouldn’t be since it’s public? but still
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  • fazcinatingblog
    09.05.2021 - 3 hours ago

    being 16th on the ladder :////

    being above hawthorn :))))))))))))))

    #aflm #swings and roundabouts #sorry tom phillips #can tom come back to us #we'll get him in the midseason draft #we'll rescue him #cunfe fiction about rescuing tom phillips
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  • stark2ashla
    09.05.2021 - 3 hours ago

    i can't pinpoint the moment i noticed. maybe there wasn't one. but now i remember the fire pit and smores and learning that you like your marshmallows lightly toasted and i like mine burnt. i remember sharing a locker in middle school and passing notes through the metal slats because we didn't have classes together. there were those lunch periods in the band room, and it's funny because it's such a joke now, but we sat in those hard plastic chairs and ate our chicken sandwiches and watched makeovers until the bell rang. i remember walks through our neighborhood and pinky promises and those photographs from my tenth birthday party that live in the photo album in my mother's office. there were the homecoming dresses and pictures in the park near the church where we were both baptized. how our teachers used to think we were sisters.

    i can't pinpoint the moment but maybe it was somewhere senior year when you were dating that girl with the locker across from our french classroom. it might have been when we both went off to college and i forgot how to talk to the people i'd known my entire life. it could have been brunch when we came home for break and you were used to living in the city and i was still scared of alcohol. maybe it was new year's in your apartment when we screamed the lyrics to an old song until the walls shook, and maybe it was your glitter eyeshadow smeared on my eyes until i cried and fell asleep on your couch. maybe it was when you found an apartment and moved in with your girlfriend and graduated weeks before me and said you felt secure with the path you were walking on.

    i can pinpoint the moments that i thought we were alike in all ways - second grade, first communion, five years of softball games, little brothers, harry potter, the love for our 7th grade social studies teacher, and all the times we sat in the cafeteria and took personality tests before 7 am. i remember how safe i felt in those moments because i felt understood for the first time, and i remember thinking that nothing would ever change.

    and so when i say i don't know when things changed, it's because i can't remember realizing that our divergence wasn't bad. when we both stopped going to church (8th grade) and when you got a tattoo (the summer of 2017) and when i cut my hair because it felt too heavy on my shoulders (after you said you were growing yours out). we still orbit the same sun but we were born to be different people and in the winter you will be enamored with the city skyline and i will watch the stars from my window. and we will both be warm.

    #friendship #this is not about one person #poetry#prose poetry #okay a lot of the specifics are about one person but the overall feeling is not #friends and becoming different people without drifting apart #i typed this entirely in tumblr #it would be a rough draft except i never really edit anything i write #platonic love
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  • spoooky-bee
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Hey hey hey does anyone want to see the thing I'm working on? (Unrelated to the previous thing but it's infinitely better so s okay)

    #its cool!!!!! #also a really rough draft cause i only just started today but s still cool!!! #bee speaks
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  • heaventasted
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago
    sorry   i’m   not   really   getting   to   replies   these   last   few   days   ,   i   just   don’t   have   a   lot   of   motivation   at   the   moment   .
    #♡      *      (      𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈      )      •      out of character. #i wanna write but every time i try doing a draft i just blank
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  • librarywitch
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago

    It’s been 84 years but I finally finished the first draft of the first chapter of the sequel to Taking Shelter.

    #sorta #it's a shorter fic that paves the way for the *real* sequel #but hey the first chapter is done #it fucking sucks but it's done and it's only the first draft #writing lb
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  • joeygallos
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago

    no longer a canes fan 💔

    #textpost#canes lb#stars lb #y’all had one job #just kidding this is actually better for me #i told emma i wasn’t gonna root for the stars if they played the canes and i kind of meant it #actually wait now i have to worry about expiring contracts and the expansion draft 🥴
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  • elvenwhovian
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago

    It’s happening you guys

    xD

    #vessel of fire #the wayfarer chronicles #stay tuned #second draft is almost finished #this is gonna be a long one
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  • dynastytrades
    09.05.2021 - 4 hours ago
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  • skullkingsports
    09.05.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Blue Jackets End Season On A High Note!

    Blue Jackets End Season On A High Note!

    Is there any better way to finish a Blue Jackets season, than yet another Overtime? It’s a mixed bag still tonight.  No, there is no playoff bid, the season for the Blue Jackets does end tonight, win or lose.  However, to win the last game is a high this team needs going into the off season.  However, with it going into overtime, the team does still finish last in the division.  Although this…

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    #2021 Stanley Cup Playoffs #Central Division #Columbus Blue Jackets #Featured#nhl#NHL Draft #NHL Off Season
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  • hotgirlcastiel
    09.05.2021 - 5 hours ago
    #another draft #I thot I posted this
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  • dandelion-wings
    09.05.2021 - 6 hours ago

    I’ve been trying for a while to figure out the shape of a just-after-the-disaster fic for Diluc (to go with the one that I wrote Kaeya), and I think, on the second round of revisions, that I’m actually starting to feel it properly out. But this has involved carving off big chunks of prose that I liked but that simply didn’t serve the story, including my original opening scene. I doubt I’m going to be able to repurpose this particular chunk, so! Throwing it up here just so that it exists somewhere in the world.

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    Outrage carries Diluc all the way back to the Dawn Winery. He turns his back on Jean's stricken face, on the shock in the other knight's eyes, on the waving banners bearing the symbol of the Ordo he had been until this morning so proud to wear. The rage beats in him like a drum, drives him as he saddles a horse, rides out the gate, gallops down the road until his mount stumbles, sweaty and shaking, into a limping, lurching walk that carries him the rest of the way to the winery gates.

    As stablehands rush to take the horse and help him from the saddle, he realizes that he's just as spent. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, and his hands are trembling. He stumbles when his feet hit the ground. Only one of the stablehands, catching him, keeps him from a fall. Diluc should thank the man and he knows it, but instead he shrugs off the hand on his arm and strides jerkily into the manor, leaving them behind to deal with the wreck he's made of the horse.

    "Master Diluc," Adelinde says, and she's not quite smiling, can't, under the circumstances, but relief spreads over her face like clouds parting at the sight of him. "Welcome home."

    The words ring strange in his ears, hollow, like the sudden hollowness of the front hall. The other servants peer at him from the sides of the room or the door down to the kitchens, quiet and subdued, and it adds to the eerie sensation that the house, for all its staff, is empty without Father in it. Empty like Diluc's chest. He feels like he's been sliced open and scraped out.

    From behind, of course. All those knives in his back--no wonder they've cut something out of him.

    Without the rage pulsing in his blood, Diluc is left drained, weary, unsteady on his feet. The tired loss of betrayal is all that he can feel pricking at him anymore. He thinks of Eroch extending a hand to dismiss him, Kaeya drawing his blade against him, and has to pause to fiercely blink back tears.

    "Father's accounts," he says to Adelinde, when he's sure it won't come out choked. "I need to look at Father's account-books. The ones at the mansion didn't cover everything."

    She hesitates, looking him up and down. He can see her taking in the circles under his eyes, the pallor of his face, the sweat-stiff rumpled shirt and the mud splattered up his legs almost to his knees.

    "I'm sure Elzer can get them together for you," Adeline says. "Should I have the cooks bring something out for you while he's doing that, Master Diluc?"

    He hasn't eaten since yesterday. Breakfast yesterday morning, Diluc thinks, the memory vague and distant as if there was a month, not a day, between now and then. His stomach roils, nearly revolts at the mere memory of it. He shakes his head.

    "I'll meet him in Father's office," he say shortly. "There's no need for delay."

    Adelinde frowns, and he sees her gaze flit to the door he'd left open behind him. An undermaid scurries to close it, taking that was a signal, but she was looking through to the courtyard.

    "With all respect, Master Diluc, shouldn't you wait for Master Kaeya to arrive? I recall you saying that he has the better eyes for this sort of work."

    The rage he'd thought drained roars up from its embers at that name, that title attached to it. "No. He knows better than to come."

    He doesn't know quite what his face looks like when he says that, but Adelinde pales, and he takes a deep breath and tries to master himself. His servants deserve better. He can see Elzer in the door to Father's office, hesitating there on the verge of coming down. Elzer doesn't cringe, but he does frown.

    Diluc regrets his tone, but not his word. Betrayal sits heavy in his gut like shards of glass, swallowed in innocent trust and shattered by revelation. He remembers Kaeya, last night, standing soaked through at his bedroom door. He doesn't recall the words, really, the words almost don't matter, except for the knife laid bare amidst them as the illusion dropped away. All he can think about is Kaeya's dry eyes.

    "Elzer," he calls, starting up the stairs. "One other matter, before the accounts. You'll know the paperwork for all of this."

    A man who can't grieve for Father, he thinks, doesn't deserve to bear the Ragnvindr name. He keeps Kaeya's passionless face in his mind's eye the whole time, and it makes the instructions so much easier to give.

    #genshin impact#fic bits #diluc is literally a night owl #(and not related to the character tag but: diluc is so very hard to write) #(i think the actual point of writing this scene was to give me an access point) #(because i find it really hard to get into his head) #(but i can write horses all day every day so in the first draft it was easy to start with that)
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  • jack-o-phantom
    08.05.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Old Foxy Sketches for one of my earlier pieces

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  • santoshbvn
    08.05.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Zach Wilson

    FLORHAM PARK, N.J. — The fascination started last October. New York Jets general manager Joe Douglas received word from one of his scouts that there was a college junior out west he needed to watch. The 2021 NFL draft was six months away, but this was his typical starting point for in-depth tape study on potential prospects. So he punched up the video of the Oct. 16 BYU-Houston game, and it…

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  • linnegomes2
    08.05.2021 - 8 hours ago

    pebble creek

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  • getgify
    08.05.2021 - 8 hours ago

    pebble creek

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  • leolife11192
    08.05.2021 - 8 hours ago

    pebble creek

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