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The strangest thing just happened. I finished drawing the last page and was reaching to the screen to… I dunno, stroke its surface or something, when my cat jumped right onto the keyboard. She’s normally very well behaved, no idea what drew her to the Forbidden Clicky Zone. Under her not inconsiderable weight, the pressure of her paws on various keys not meant to be pressed together made the application window flicker madly, minimizing and maximizing jarringly. Once I grabbed her and provided the attention she’d clearly craved, the last page was minimized and the urge to touch the door had passed. The only thing left to do was exporting all the images into .png and posting them.

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The lettering felt right, though my usual handwriting is so bad even I can’t read it sometimes. It felt important that these captions should be legible even to new readers. This is an important story that should be shared. 

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Maybe it’s weird, but it’s like I felt somehow compelled to draw the best children’s book ever. My tablet called out to me and the stylus strokes, uncertain and wonky as they are given my limited drawing skills, seemed to assemble into exactly the images I had in mind. Maybe that’s how it goes for real artists, in which case… so jealous!

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Day 16: Around The World

Budapest is where she finds redemption.

Leaning back against the coolness of the air vent, she draws a slow breath. She won’t think about what happened- she refuses to- because she’s one step away from breaking and there’s no time for that. He moves beside her, shoulders barely brushing.

“You alright?” She swallows and looks away. Is she alright? Of course she isn’t is.

“Fine.” Neither of them miss the tremor in her voice. He doesn’t acknowledge it. A soft scratching draws her eyes back to the grid he’s carved in the metal. Pressing the arrowhead into her palm, he offers her a smile. “You first, Red.”

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Madrid is where she learns to trust.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.” She’s not fine. She stumbles, clutching the bathroom countertop with a shaking hand, the other tight around her side. Her eyes snap up as he moves towards her. “Stop.” He does, immediately. Sinking onto the ledge of the tub, she lets out a slow breath, considering her options. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” Wincing, she peels the bloody shirt from her skin. He averts his eyes and busies himself with the first aid supplies.

“Don’t hurt me,” she repeats, more of a plea now than a warning. She sets a hand on his shoulder for support, watching him clean the wound on her stomach. Her fingers touch the hair on the back of his neck. “This would be a death sentence where I came from.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He presses the bandage firmly on her skin and leans back on his heels, looking up into her eyes. “I won’t ever hurt you, Nat.”

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London is where she takes the leap.

“Jump!” Without a second thought, she does, feeling his strong arms wrap around her. Dust kicks up behind them in a spray of bullets and they’re falling. She shoots out a grappling line. His body curls over hers as they crash through the window below, protecting her from the glass.

“Clint, shit, are you okay?” They stand up slowly, both breathing hard. His fingers linger on her cheek as he brushes a piece of hair from her face. Her eyes search his- not for injuries, not for pain. Something else. Without thinking, she leans up and presses her lips to his. Instantly, his arms snake around her waist, pulling her in closer, and despite the adrenaline and pounding hearts, the kiss is soft, and tender, and he kisses her in a way she’s never been kissed before. They break apart at the sound of gunshots getting near. He nocks an arrow on the string. She cocks her pistol, glancing his way. He nods.

“I got your back, Tasha.”

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sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her

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literally who CARES if straight cis men are wearing skirts for ‘clout’!!! I want to live in a world where being gnc is desirable to them rather than one where they make bigoted jokes about it. it’s GOOD that people with the privilege to do so are normalising gender non conformity and i dont give a shit if they have deliberate political intentions or if they’re just having fun you guys are all so annoying

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i love one (1) disaster wizard

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more on my Twitter

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marvel let him rest please i am no longer asking

[id: a drawing of Tony Stark from the Marvel comics. He’s laying on his side, one of his arms resting on his stomach. He’s asleep, and he’s wearing a button-up shirt. end id]

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liking a character but lacking the brainpower to have any real coherent thought or clever analysis of them so your brain just kind of says their name over and over like a teen girl in a cheesy romance writing her crushes name over and over in glittery gel pen surrounded by hearts

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🍂🍄🍂🍄🍂🍄🍂🍄🍁🍄🍂🍄🍂🍄🍂🍄🍂🍄

May your autumn be cozy, refreshing, and full of love.

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Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

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I agree with the message but?! this is tone deaf coming from one of the elitist, most prestigious fashion events in the world. you are rich to even be invited, an event where the ticket is literally $30,000…. I’m gonna eat YOU

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Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

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#me after crying for 3 hours straight

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its so freeing when you realize you can literally write whatever you want 

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