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I WOULD do Wip Wednesday but the only fic I’m working on atm (“working on”) is Endless Summer and I gotta keep it a secret

(Did I post a line yesterday? Yes! But it was vague enough lol)

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the kanthony nod

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happy pride to every professional athlete in love with their teammate

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i know what this situation needs…explicit fanfiction

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touch placebo

10k, mafia au, hangster, E

“You sending me away?” Rooster was a hit for hire, Jake reminded himself. He had other obligations and his loyalty remained to the people who’d trained him. Jake could keep funneling money into his pockets for jobs well done, but Rooster was never expected to be a permanent fixture on this side of town. Jake shrugged. He pushed his coffee to the side, mug still full. “Up to you.” read on AO3

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I’m thinking about you fondly

thinking bout you fondly

thinking about you fondly

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the big three: big brown eyes, an indescribable amount of horniness and a generalised anxiety disorder

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LISTEN [trips and 60 WIPs fall on the ground] I WRITE AND FINISH THINGS [scrambles to pick up WIPs] look, just look I have completed projects–DAMN IT! [slips on pile of WIPs] I, UH, I FINISH THINGS [60 more WIPs fall out]

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Rip Current

(Tides part 3) (Part 1/ Part 2)

Crown princess by blood, the deadliest of the sirens was known for her unearthly beauty and thirst for the hunt. The joy she derived from killing resulted in the unprecedented abdication of the crown -- and therefore royal responsibilities -- to the current king. Following the relinquishment she was often seen leading packs of her fellows in vicious attacks and triumphant celebrations, leaving the inter-kingdom chinwagging, entertaining, and glad-handling to the confidante who took on her mantle. The ancestral circlet and dull meetings were a price she gladly paid for the freedom to pursue the joy of the open water and smell of human fear.

While the newly turned prince consort was getting acquainted with his aquatic body, husband, and kingdom, the former ruler happily overpowered his human friend. The loyal companion naively believed that vengeance was owed for the brutal "death" of his peer, practically throwing himself into the water and proceeding to slash and tear into any limb within his reach prior to being overpowered. While the attack proved futile, the princess could always appreciate loyalty and a fierce spirit; regardless of species. Such an essence would have been wasted in death, and perhaps the human-turned-king would benefit from a familiar face.

Lineart and sketches under the cut

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Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @nixie-deangel! I actually have something for this…

He poked and prodded and criticised, anything that will get him to direct the warmth of his gaze from someone else to Jake instead, so that he may preen and primp before him.

Not loving what I’m writing atm but need to push through!

Tagging lovingly: @intrepidjourneys @mxrcusflint @hangmanbradshaw @tonguesofliars @roosterseresin @pissmotif @halestrom @urmomsonfire @exhuastedpigeon @leslieknopeao3 xoxo

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Those things aren't made for human eyes, but those of souls.

LA CHIMERA 2023 | dir. Alice Rohrwacher

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Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

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western stars

the outlaw au // exes to lovers // 31k

He’s committed countless crimes. They can all be found on his wanted posters. Of all of them, Jake is his favorite.

[Read on AO3]

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I ain't a wimp when I get writers block I STRESS ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT, and not to ChatGPT like a coward. I face writers block like a man, laying in bed hours crying.

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End of a date <3

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like never before

Bradley Bradshaw/Jake Seresin | Teen | 1.6k getting back together, post canon

The Hard Deck is surprisingly busy for a Tuesday afternoon, or maybe it isn’t all that busy and Bradley’s still a little jumpy. He’s finally sleeping through the night again, finally off the pain killers, finally cleared to get back in the air starting next week, but he still doesn’t feel settled back into his skin. It’s only been three weeks since the Uranium Mission™ even though it feels like yesterday and a lifetime all at once.  “You could just go over there and talk to him,” Mav says. Bradley’s pretty sure he manages to not jump in surprise, but the smirk on Mav’s face tells Bradley he clocked it anyway.  “I did a pretty good job of burning that bridge way before we all got called back here,” Bradley says with a shrug, eyes on Jake who’s been holding court at the pool table, the sun making him look like a golden god ruling over his kingdom. “Burnt a whole lot of them, actually. But I’m pretty sure in the end we poured enough gasoline to make sure there was nothing left to salvage.”  “Good think you’ve always been handy then,” Maverick claps him on the shoulder, his hand a warm reminder that Bradley is still here despite it all. “Makes building new bridges a whole lot easier.” “Not sure even I can rebuild this one,” Bradley takes a sip of his beer to keep himself from spilling his guts to Mav at 3pm in the middle of a busy bar with some Elton John song playing from the jukebox.  “Pretty sure you won’t be building it all on your own, kid,” Mav tells him with a smile, squeezing his shoulder before turning and making his way toward the bar. He turns around when he’s a few feet away and adds, “Plus, with the new squad they made to keep you all together you won’t be able to avoid him forever.”

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