#...perhaps

[zoirohs]

NO MAN OF HER OWN (1950) dir. Mitchell Leisen

[hippolotamus]

Tagged by @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @heartbeatdiaz @spotsandsocks @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper @buddierights Thank you loves 🥰

Soooo, I, uh, may have started a new WIP today. It in no way resembles how I thought my writing would go today (I know, I know... when does it ever?)

Eddie Diaz is eleven years old when he meets the love of his life.  His parents have finally agreed to take the family on a vacation that isn’t a week away at Abuela and Abeulo’s ranch. They even got to ride on a plane for part of the trip.  From the balcony of their rented house, Eddie stares at the crashing waves of the Pacific, watching the water recede and roll back in again. He’s never seen anything like it in his life. How the sun reflects off the water, making it shimmer, like someone had dipped the ocean itself in gold. The endless stretch of sandy beach is a colorful mishmash of umbrellas, patterned towels and blankets, grown ups laying out, and kids gleefully running through the surf. There’s seagulls taking calculated dives for the chance of snatching someone’s sandwich, and other shorebirds cautiously skittering near the waterline. In the distance, there’s a pier to the left and right that he fully intends to explore.  At his mother’s instruction, he helps get his baby sister changed into her swimsuit while his parents pack bags and a cooler of drinks and snacks. Finally, finally his family leaves the house to search for an open patch to lay their things. An anxious current runs under his skin as he spreads out a large blanket and hastily sets up a folding chair. The sand under his toes is hot and gritty, making him all the more eager to be off dry land.  Before anyone can tell him what to do next, Eddie dashes away from the blanket, grinning from ear to ear. He loves the sound of his bare feet slapping against the cool, damp earth; how the foamy surf bubbles over his skin and blueish, greenish water laps at his shins, occasionally licking up his thighs. It’s warm and pleasant, heated from the midday sun, enticing him to wade in further.  Why did it take so many years for his parents to finally bring them here? Eddie tests out the water in every way he can think of – floating on his back, swimming out against the current, riding the waves back to shore. Out here he feels… free. There’s no expectation to be man of the house (whatever that means), do better in school so he can get into a good college later, or to babysit his sisters. Part of him wishes he could stay here in the ocean, uninhibited. At least he has five more days to just be before it all comes crashing down on him again.  He suddenly becomes aware of a commotion on the beach. People are shouting and he realizes they’re trying to get his attention. They point in his direction, but he’s still not entirely sure what he’s supposed to notice.  When Eddie looks around he realizes he’s drifted well beyond the other swimmers and his feet can’t touch bottom anymore. He doesn’t panic – not yet – he took swim lessons and can figure out a way back to shore. Eddie takes a deep breath and raises his right arm, ready to cut through the water one stroke and kick at a time. He’s just about to reach forward when he feels the wet, heavy smack on the back of his head, plunging him into darkness.

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @heartshapedvows @911onabc @monsterrae1 @eowon @the-likesofus if you wanna

[beannary]

TRANSFEM RAPH MY BELOVED TY TY TY TY

YEAH YEAH YEAH I LOVE TRANSFEM RAPH SHES THE BEST AND I LOVE HER

[hazel-of-sodor]

[wiiwheel]

real wiiwheel followers remember the Thea era !!!!!

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- New Chapter Up

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Excerpt:

Chapter Seven -- A Beauty and His Beast

“Oui,” the flat and oft dejected voice of his local contact sighed into his ear.

And he trilled at her, as he knew she hated, to ask if she had anything for him, “Gisèle! S’il te plaît, dis-moi que tu as quelque chose pour moi.”

Another sigh, “Oui, reine insupportable.”

“Have it here within the hour, and a bag or two of blood, human blood,” the switch in language and tone earned a sharp gasp, that he enjoyed perhaps too much before he dripped syrup, “or I come for yours.”

And hung up.

Tolerant and mingled as their existence had become, it was important, every so often, to remind little bites of flesh and bone what they were.

What he was.

“And what are we tonight?” Leandro asked his closet, and wardrobe full of eclectic fashions—from leisure suits to ball gowns and a few pieces in between that would make burlesque stars blush. “He enjoyed the cream,” he told the very slacks and shirt he met the big, warm, hairy vampire in, biting his lip for a tear above the pants button. Sighing at it, he shoved it aside, glancing at a shimmering blue gown which matched his eyes and laughed, “he doesn’t seem the type.”

Huffing, he dug deeper in his closet, flipping through more and more outfits and colors and fabrics and styles...and caring far too much, he realized.

[woodlandscab1n]

When peopel. whener ne people... FORGET.... a very intentional core trait on a characters design it makes me want to MAUL THEM... like i am literally exploding you.

Do your headcanons but keep the INTENTIONAL, CORE CHARACTER TRAITS "!!!!

[stardustregulus]

the way my currently untitled bkdk college au is at 12k words and i just started officially writing it today. this is alllll chapter one.

and uhhh

the entirety of that is middle school Izuku angst? did i do that?

[dudeshusband]

my brother pointed out that since the cowboy bear's chest opened that i could put something with dude's voice on it in there or something

[starrywill]

i love you ! Very very very very very very very very very very much. bump bumpbump bump

i am so immensely tired from waking up, but do trust me that i love you too. very very much. perhaps enough to rival your own love...

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[useless-englandfacts]

uk journalists having to report through gritted teeth that there were no riots last night as thousands of anti-racist protesters significantly outnumbered the racist rioters across the country

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[marypsue]

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

[rox-and-prose]

i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they're disgusted with them

[rivalkieran]

HEARTBREAKING: character actually mildly interesting to think about but I Dont like their fans