#(my drafts)

[corpusdekay]

Sigh... back on my bullshit

[la-lune-et-la-etoile]

James Potter is the depressed therapist friend and Barty has Effie on speed dial because he's the only one who notices when James isn't biting back at his jabs as quick as usual.

[nukecommacomrad]

why dis 🍱 look so mad 😭😭😭

[dailytogachako]

I'll probably regret posting this but I just thought of togachako talking about pmmm while I was washing the dishes, and then....I wrote this... Idk if there's some mistake or if the english is weird...but I did my best to write in english!!!

[systemdeez]

I have drafts that are shittier and stupider than you can possibly imagine.

[infinitemilk]

“KAGEHINA IS LITERALLY CANON” i scream and everyone stand up and started to applause cuz I am super lucid, normal and right

[myraniellejkelly]

I’m too busy doing my schoolwork and still 16 drafts, but can’t manage to finish the others related to Alice In Borderland, so here’s a sneak peek of my new draft related to weak hero class one.

[shartfinz]

As someone who’s favorite Mario character (aside from Dimentio) is Gooigi I ask if you have any Gooigi fanart

I didn't so I made these drawings really fast at work just for you

I didn't finish my sentence but I don't remember what "he's" supposed to be so sorry

[crayons-are-yummyy]

I love my drafts

Well now I think Shelly and Vee both sob uncontrollably while shoveling ice cream into their mouths because a dog died in a movie or TV show.. Together!

[yerevasunclair]

Ned x Cat Regency Au // Bridgerton AU Pt. 2

[la-lune-et-la-etoile]

Remus Lupin doesn't hear his name very often.

His father always called him "son," if anything at all.

His mother always preferred "caraid" or "dear."

His professors all knew him as "Mister Lupin."

Even Poppy Pomfrey called him "young one" and "sweet boy."

His best friends used to say his name, but once found out what who he was, he was "moony" "moons" "our moon" "fluffy little problem."

Everyone had a name for Remus Lupin, it was so loud in his head.

Which is why he smiled so openly and unguarded when he was woken up in the library by Regulus's soft voice saying "Remus, come on, it's nearly curfew."

[nukecommacomrad]

some sketches from me after a long lull, because my hands are breaking down to draw something on a punch-out yay

what was he like/what has he become🥰

hehehe crazy crazy redhead bleazy🤭🤭funny how his life shook up

Don's desperate attempts to keep Carmen to himself after the first loss to little Mac

i think that's what he would have done bcz he's silly spanisch man with big heart and Carmen is just making fun of him

origs pic hier⬇️⬇️⬇️

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Getting back into it🤙🏻

[dailytogachako]

I decided to take a look at my drafts and I can't stop laughing

to me this is so funny, sorry 😭😭 I don't remember why I didn't post these, but I think i thought better and decided to elaborate them better before posting (I don't trust my english :p)

[dchuntress]

"it'll be a quick short drabble for fun" i say, before already ending up over 900 words and i'm nowhere close to finishing the fic. in fact i didn't even start it yet THIS IS STILL THE INTRO IT'S NOT OVER

however. earth 2 helena wayne and my lawyer oc andy lawson meeting :))) i had a lot of fun getting to write them. and if you read this i'd be delighted to hear your thoughts!!!

GOTHAM CITY, EARTH 2

9:55 A.M. — MONDAY, XXXX

INT. WORK :(

Helena Wayne was many things.

Headstrong by nature and to a fault, difficult to sway or predispose, and unapologetic.

— Stubborn, in fewer words.

A former Robin that was keen on flying out of her nest, only to have her wings clipped entirely.

Unwilling to stay at Yale beyond her prime and her patience, consequently obtaining her degree and licensure by twenty-one and earning her position as a partner by twenty-five.

A hotshot civil rights attorney who made quite the name for herself as she efficiently cut through bullshit and to the quick of legal affairs.

An upholder of justice by heart, a believer in human rights by principle, and a crime-fighter by her own choice.

The one and only Huntress, the emerging vigilante who stalked the clawing shadows of Gotham, but — her parents didn’t need to know that part of the story yet.

And quite evidently, someone who didn’t believe in the concept of waking up before the damning hours of bright, sunny noon.

Yet, here she was, sauntering through the doors of Grayson, Todd & Wayne LLP, late by a mere two hours to clock in for the job that she was paid to do.

“Morning, everyone,” she greeted with a casual, unfaltering demeanour; what she lacked in punctuality, she made it up for it with charisma.

After all, in her possession: an unwavering smile that was aimed to charm and disarm when she swiftly waded through the crowd.

As Helena sipped her third tea that morning, she smoothened her blazer, making the navy fabric obscure the fading black-and-blues as well as the lingering tension in her muscles.

“Helena,” a voice called after she swiped her ID against the screen and put it back in place; a voice as familiar and frequent as Bruce’s smile.

Hair as fiery as her bearing and the tie underneath her fitted collar, voice as rhythmic and control as her shoes against the floor, and one incomparably prominent frown. Andrá Justine, Esq., or as everyone knew her —

“Oh, Andy, hey,” Helena said casually, blue eyes coming to contact with unimpressed grey eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Rottenly.” she deadpanned. “You missed the morning briefing, again.”

“Did I?” Helena countered unhelpfully, taking an unhelpful sip of her lukewarm tea.

“Oh! No, actually. We were just selecting the next Archbishop of Canterbury in the conference room, nothing of utmost importance.” Andy furrowed her eyebrows. “Of course you missed the meeting that was scheduled this morning, as per everybody’s calendar — yours included. I even sent you a reminder yesternight to bring me the case notes for the Hartwell case.”

“And I did,” Helena smoothly fished that out from the folder in her hold and handed it to Andy, which she accepted promptly. “For the record, you know our hours end by eight, right? You can take a break. You’re lucky I happened to see your notification on my phone this morning.”

“Thank you for bringing them, regardless.” Andy didn’t dignify the latter part of Helena’s response. Instead, she immediately pored over the pages, taking note of Miss Wayne’s organisational prowess and eye for visual effectiveness, as well as the lack of highlights in this dossier proved that Helena was paying attention when Andy had offhandedly mentioned being wholly colourblind.

“— And for being considerate, too,” Andy said, the tensity in her nerves worn off when she looked up this time. “See? You’re actually useful when you actually give a damn, yet you choose to be a flaming hot mess all the time.”

“Most of the time,” Helena said with an easy smile. “I like being in court.”

“How jolting,” Andy said with a sigh as she closed her folder. “Still, Helena. You’re shooting our case in the foot when you don’t hold up your end of the paperwork. I’m not authorised to pick up your slack even if I was dying to do that, so could you please consider just... not letting our efforts go down the drain? Thanks.”

“Andy, Andy—” Helena placated her. “It’s fine, I have it all under control. Relax.”

Arms crossed, Andy tilted her head. “Do you, really?”

“In my defence—”

“You have none.” Andy’s lips thinned, tone unchanging. “Not without the documentation to back it up. That’s how it goes here, Helena: we always set down a paper trail.”

Helena sighed; she wasn’t unfamiliar with Andy’s relentlessness however, it took one to know one after all. But when she looked back at her co-worker, all Helena could focus on was the few strands of hair fluttering over a side of Andy’s face, the continuous motion disturbing.

Without thinking, Helena reached out and gently tucked them behind to clear the view. When they did meet eye-to-again, it finally hit Helena the weight of what she’d done.

Andy froze, Helena blinked.

Right. What would come as something else to an outside perspective, was really just Helena’s attempt to maintain perfect eye-contact at all times.

When Andy let out a deliberate cough, Helena’s free hand just flailed in an awkward attempt to clarify the matter.

“I just— your hair was in the way— okay, never mind. No more excuses, you’ll have all your paperwork as soon as possible.”

Part pleased and part relieved, Andy’s shoulders finally loosened and her lips curled up.

“Finally, that’s what I want to hear, Miss Wayne. Good to know you’ll get to it.”

And promptly Andy walked off with a quiet ‘goodbye’, diving right into the storm of duties and errands that awaited her.

Which was good, really, because Helena otherwise could’ve blurted out, ‘I never said I was going to do it.’

[jonny-be-gewd]

AIDAN as Paul Seren | Quantum Break