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dyslexic scholars, disorganized archivists, high-contrast photographers, producers with inadequate equipment, shortsighted mystics, placid hallucinators, pedestrians in empty parking lots, compulsive scribes, those whose work is poisoning them, indecisive traitors, prison tattooers, bored waitresses, new world geologists, functional alcoholics in useless professions, filename poets, amateur degenerates, anyone whose pet is really weird, street sweepers, those whose holidays are celebrated ironically, paranoiacs who have been right one single miraculous time, patchy shavers, sloppy conspirators, honest teachers, failed influencers, those wearing too many layers on a warm day, unqualified translators, prisoners making good use of their time, mendacious cartographers, generous bartenders, and so on, and so forth

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well well well if it isn’t august slipping away

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"i can fix him" ok well i will try to make him realize how loved and cherished he is outside of the narrative he created for himself

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Summer in Wayhaven: Signature Drink

A very late submission, but here's a fill for one of @summerinwayhaven's bonus prompts.

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Rating: G

Words: 846

Andy and Farah try to beat the heat.

(Read it on AO3)

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Hello, science fiction writer. Before you is a word processor and your vice of choice. You have 3 days to write a 10,000 word story with a racism allegory. However, if you write a justification into the story where the marginalized group was historically dangerous, i will light all your hair on fire with this cigarette lighter. Clock is ticking.

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welp, i didnt try that hard, nor did i give it my all, but its time to give up and treat my self to snacks

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i fucking love isolation!!! give it up for isolation!!!!!! [sound of a single person clapping reverberating off the walls]

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I need my vampires a little fucked up. They can be relatively altruistic Friendly Neighborhood Vampires (....sometimes) but on a fundamental level I like them bloodlusted and by that I mean bloodhorny. Drooling at the thought of a bite, fangs aching in their gums. Getting uncomfortably horny at the sight of a gut wound. No exceptions for suits or artistes I want those mfs specifically to indulge their inner blood pervert. Give me messy eaters give me blood all over the face give me a shirt collar drenched in something darker than sweat!!!!!

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Ava and Nat having to spend a night in the woods and they gotta share a tiny little tent 👀

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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It's kinda funny when you get a bunch of likes but no reblogs like I enjoyed your post but I'd prefer if no one else saw it

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CHAPPELL ROAN Performing at Reading Festival 2025

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the place you call your home

attachment theory, chapter 17 The Wayhaven Chronicles Nate Sewell/Holland Townsend rated M

Excerpt:

"You'll find this terribly saccharine," Nate said, letting out a soft exhale that was not quite a laugh, "but wherever you are is generally where I want to be, Holland." She rolled her eyes, and he watched a slow, lazy smile brighten her face. "So if I suddenly decided I had a deep, burning desire to move to Antarctica..." "Then I suppose I'd find myself investing in some very warm clothing," he said mildly, and Holland let out a delighted little laugh. "And they say romance is dead,” she drawled, but beneath the amusement her voice was all quiet affection, that slightly drowsy edge of contentment back, her mouth curving in another soft smile. That slow-blooming warmth that seemed to soften all of her sharper edges. "Still alive, I'm afraid," Nate said, and Holland laughed again, low and sweet. "Sorry to disappoint you." Holland snorted. "Believe it or not, Nate, I don't spend my days longing for the death of romance."

continue reading on ao3

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I wish Mythbusters was still around so we could see them fuck up a Cybertruck

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things my (enormous) dog has been startled by and thought he needed to defend us from this week alone:

the moon (understandable because: sudden appearance from behind a cloud, very bright, not at all like those crescents in cartoons)

the wind (understandable because: the flower bushes through the window were still and then they were Not)

my partner (understandable because: stayed downstairs even after dog moved upstairs, then had the unmitigated gall to make An Audible Noise)

a man who walked out of a building across the street from the intersection where we'd paused for a red light (understandable because: Why Would A Man Be There)