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Jason Bayani, from "The Story is the Love Language"

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— arealliveghost

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Changing the relationship status to "Stalemate"

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A little continuation of this art How do you solve the LT dilemma? Oh, you know :^)

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I just think that women

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I need to share this

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Did anyone say 80s Nat?

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i missed the vamps sm!!!

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rules: you get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

Tagged by the lovely @mornynge, @thee-morrigan and @carriehobbs, thank you <3 The words I was given were: BLUE, WHIM, SIFT.

Tagging: @itsmistyeyedbi, @nreads, @lykegenia and anyone who wants to do this! Your word: FIGS

B

British victory against all odds, the newspaper headline reads.

L

Little did Ava know that only a year later, their paths would cross a third time.

U

Unlike yesterday, there is no time to take in the stream burbling through the forest, for the road immediately turns into the treacherous Raidillon curve.

E

“Exactly!” Marie wanders over to have a closer look, until she’s standing nearly in the reeds lining the stream. “It’s the iron-oxide that causes the red colouration, did you know that? Anyway, I thought it an appropriate spot to hold a picnic.”

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W

“What if I don’t want to choose…”

H

He knows all too well what it is like to give his heart and be given only bits and pieces in return: a night here, a rushed coupling in a shadowed corner there.

I

“It doesn’t bother you? The thought of me with him?” A low and deep chuckle fills the room. “It would be a problem if it did, wouldn’t it?”

M

“May I?” “Yes,” she breathes and in one dizzying twist, she’s on her back.

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S

Summer sky blue eyes consider him like he considered her before. It has been an exercise in trust, these scenes.

I

“If you ask nicely, I might show you more.”

F

For one short moment that seems to last an eternity, there's an all encompassing silence, but then it hits all at once: she takes in a sharp breath of air, her heart rate spikes and the scent of her blood fills his lungs.

T

The razor blade slides smoothly out of its handle, the dark wood a familiar weight in Nate’s hand.

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given word: blue

rules: you get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word. tagged by: @mornynge (thank you, ryn!! 🫶🏻) tagging (no pressure ofc—and soz for the inevitable double tags!): @wayhavenots, @vryptidart, @agentnatesewell, @carriehobbs, @butchdumortain, @lalizah, @serenpedac and you! — your word: WHIM

B:

"Because you thought I might not feel the same?" Nate asked. Holland smiled at him, a wry twist of her mouth. "I think I was more worried that you _would_."

L:

"...land use grants under The Secretary of the Interior's Standards and Guidelines for the Preservation of Extant Historic Features," she concluded, a smile flashing sharp and fast across her face. "Oh, baby." He was so in love with her it hurt to breathe sometimes. "It's a miracle I've managed to restrain myself this long," he agreed, laughing softly when she turned around to glance at him again, one of her eyebrows arched up in an expression of wry, knowing amusement.

U:

Until the sea was at his neck and there was saltwater in his eyes, stinging and burning. There was nothing but the sound of the waves and the sky. And the sun was gone, sunk down behind that dark horizon, and he could see a single star in the sky, a pinprick of bright light. But even that dim, white glimmer faded as the sea swallowed the sky.

E:

Each day closer to the new year meant he was closer to having to leave her; closer to having to remember how to exist without her in the same space, the same city, breathing the same air and existing beneath the same clouds. Come January, Nate would be back in Chicago and her time would become a much rarer, more elusive thing to hold.

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Don't worry Felix, they'll talk it out :^)

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something about the 18th century i think is fun to consider with nat’s backstory is that playing the violin as a woman while still heard of was thought to be a much more masculine pursuit than piano or lute and therefore unusual for a young lady. i like to think in her mind it was her one secret little rebellion oh im so scandalous and wild for choosing an instrument outside of these stringent social confines (burrows into her embroidered quilt with a cup of tea and a well read tome)

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PLEALSLE

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I’m extremely unwell

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You know what they say, the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

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i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

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