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nesuki · 1 year
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Mayblade #8 Glitter
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gatheredfates · 2 months
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Today is an exercise in how much work I can do on my projects now that I have the space to think about it.
Anything crossed out I have already done, but I have plans to:
Do my monthly drive to boost the compendium/find more content.
Do general server maintenance for SEAFLOOR.
Update the Compendium (especially with the resources mentioned in the discord, thanks guys!)
Finally get to my single-word prompt and question drive.
Think about anything else I might want to do/tackle.
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gumnut-logic · 1 year
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Random at work
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Oh, yay, I can see what I’m typing now.
Anyway, random scene during break at work. Not proofed and rough as hell. And yeah, I’m mean.
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A hand brushed his forehead and drew damp hair out of his eyes.
“Virgil.”
He knew he had to open his eyes but he was ever so tired.
“Virgil? C’mon, big bro, I need you for this.”
The ‘big bro’ rattled down his spine and triggered long worked reflexes. His eyes shot open to find Gordon staring down at him. “Fish?”
“Heey, Virg, knew you couldn’t resist a big brother moment. How are you feeling?” Gordon was grinning, but there was a edge to his expression and worry in the wrinkles around his eyes.
When did Gordon get wrinkles?
The grin turned into a frown and his little brother reached out again, brushing fingers across Virgil’s cheek. “Virg? You with me?”
Umm…
Water was lapping somewhere, but all Virgil could see was a halo of blue sky around Gordon. His brother was in his uniform, eye scarring yellow on blue.
But there was a tear in that blue material…with red staining…
“Whoa! Virg stay still!” Strong hands grabbed him, and it was just as well as the world was anything but still, swimming drunkenly around his head.
Oh, god, his head…
He curled into a ball, holding his head between his arms. Ow and urgh and…his stomach lurched. His groan vibrated his teeth.
“Okay, you’re going to sit here and you’re not going to move, you hear me?” Gordon had shoved himself between Virgil and whatever hard surface was beneath them.
“You’re…” A cough that was almost solid. “…injured.”
“Aww, hell, Virg, I’m fine.” That hand had returned to stroking his hair. He focussed on the movement, desperate to calm his stomach. “It was you who did the heroics this time.”
Virgil’s eyes were still screwed shut. He tried to remember what the hell had led up to this moment, but came up completely blank.
Panic did not help his stomach at all.
“Virgil, calm down. I can’t believe I have to say that to you.” The hand in his hair was rhythmic, almost hypnotic. “Take a breath. We’re fine. I’m fine. You’ve seen better days, but Scott’s on his way. We’re fine.”
The mention of their big brother was the key to everything. Scott was coming. Scott would know what to do. Scott would look after Gordy.
Scott…
“Virgil?”
God, his head hurt.
“Virgil? No passing out on me. You’ve done your quota for the day.”
“Gords?”
“Oh, thank god. You stay with me, you hear? We’ll be out of here in no time. Scott’s breaking speed records as we speak.
Scott was always breaking speed records. He never listened. Always had to go faster…
“Where are we?”
“North Pacific.”
“Why?”
“Landslide.”
It was obvious Gordon wasn’t willing to give him any further detail. Why was the next question, but he had used up what little energy he had just asking those few.
His world continued to move and it was only then he realised it wasn’t his head…though his head was far from appreciating it at all.
“Water?”
“We’re safe. Four’s inflatable. Scott will be here any minute. Rest, Virgil.”
Why?
That hand was in his hair.
Hypnotic.
Scott was coming.
Coming.
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fanatical4creation · 2 months
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I don't have time or motivation to draw or post anything. I'm sorry.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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Women think that beauty lies in approximation to a harmonious norm. The only reason why they fail to make themselves indistinguishably similar is that they lack the time and the money and the technique.
Iris Murdoch, from Under the Net
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linusjf · 1 month
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Paulo Coelho: Killing our dreams
Image by Will Lion via Flickr “The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do.” —Paulo Coelho.
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gabaviggiano · 9 months
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Do not look for extra time.out there! Day has 24 and only 24 hours no matter what! Try searching for some time improvements on your activities! Not about doing things faster but selecting morr accurate activities.
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dkettchen · 1 year
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cursed construction core hi vis bra that came to me in a dream
In the dream I saw it in the window display of a hardware/DIY/trade shop, implying it was meant to be a practical garment designed for actual female constructions workers in a Female Armour level missed-the-brief attempt at gender inclusion
The practical support from the visible underwire combined with the hi vis implying it’s not meant to be worn as an undergarment, I just-
I blame my binge-reading ND Stevenson’s gender comics talking abt masculinity and femininity incl the one abt Victoria’s Secret lingerie yesterday for this monstrosity x’D
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When it's not writer block that stops me, it's time... it's so unfair!!!
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manesvoid · 1 year
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wayne Family making me want to draw stupid things
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the-rainbow-of-doom · 5 months
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(This post was sponsored by a 1+ hour commute)
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its-just-a-hug · 1 year
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I wash my hair once a week, that's what curly hair prefer.
But time flies so fast that it feels like I'm washing it every other day.
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pouletpourri · 8 months
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depressed old man simon and therapy cat cake
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christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.
like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid
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ultravioletness · 1 year
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gay knights and dames collages part two
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quantumshade · 24 days
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can anyone explain to me at what point rose tyler was "unbelievably stupid". was it when she was inventing transdimensional travel
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