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one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.

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Legolas pretty quickly gets in the habit of venting about his travelling companions in Elvish, so long as Gandalf & Aragorn aren’t in earshot they’ll never know right?

Then about a week into their journey like

Legolas: *in Elvish, for approximately the 20th time* ugh fucking hobbits, so annoying

Frodo: *also in Elvish, deadpan* yeah we’re the worst

Legolas:

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joel saying “it wasn’t time that did it” while staring hopelessly at ellie literally ruined my entire life

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#Nintendo

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My toxic trait is thinking that Natsu finally being consumed by his demon side because he thought Lucy was dead is romantic.

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Why didn’t anyone tell me about this comic earlier?

It is.  So cute.  SpiderMom does her best, and HumanChild makes friends with everything.  There’s only about 20 pages so far, but I am invested.

Here’s page one.  *shoos you off to read it*

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Picture me, a puckish satyr gamboling thru a field on this shit.

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I messed up

I messed up

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Lainey Molnar

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Now YouTube has a habit of recommending me the weirdest stuff recently, but today i got this on my recommendations

And about halfway through listening to this, I went and read the comments, literally I could not stop reading I was there for hours, here are some of my favorites

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ok remember how I said I had exciting news??? I can finally tell you guys bc it’s OFFICIAL I’m getting a short story published 😭😭😭 all proceeds go to charity (Action Against Hunger) so maybe consider getting it when it’s out!! 41 amazing short stories and poetry await and also have I mentioned IM IN THERE AND IM DYING

https://twitter.com/tldrpress/status/1351893866140610560?s=21

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

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Can you write a nalu reunion because after that chapter, i really need some really cute fluffy stuff to cheer me up （；＿；）

oh man anon, me and you both 3 (although, i am glad that you specified on what type of reunion you wanted, because this could have gotten real angsty real fast)

A/N:  also, this is partly for eclipse-dragonslayer because i promised fluff and this is my shot at getting u to not disown me lololol (p.s. eclipse, this is your free shot to send me any prompt and I have to fill it, no matter the degree of fluff required to fulfill said prompt. If you wish to accept (◠‿◠✿)

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,

But I always thought that I’d see you again.

His feet pounded against the paved street as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people on their way to the Saturday morning markets. He welcomed the cool breeze against his cheeks brought on by his running, thankful that the cool air helped soothe whatever was left of his motion sickness after the long train ride.

Just ahead of him on the ground, he could make out the shadow of his little buddy as the Exceed flew overhead.

They were back, and Magnolia was a sight for sore eyes after being gone for just a little over a year.

He’d only broken his promise to Lucy by three and a half days, but he and Happy were back now.

Faster, much stronger, and maybe even just the slightest bit taller.

He’d have to ask Lucy for confirmation on that last one whenever he finally saw her again, but as the sight of her apartment drew closer, he found his speed surprisingly slowing down instead of picking up.

Happy dropped in altitude, coming down to coast alongside the dragon slayer’s declining pace.

Natsu sniffed as they drew closer to the building, and a familiar scent washed over him, soothing some of the leftover nerves he felt, while adding to others.

Lucy was home. 

“What are you waiting for?” Happy asked, tilting his head as he noticed that the dragon slayer had stopped moving entirely. Natsu was making no move towards the apartment building where their friend was waiting, had been waiting for an entire year, and this confused the Exceed. 

Natsu tilted his head back, allowing the sun to shine down on his face as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A small grin began to spread across his face then, and it felt as though an entire year had been leading up to this very moment. 

“Nothing, Happy.” He finally answered his little buddy’s question, eyes crinkling in giddy anticipation as he disregarded the door and, for old time’s sake, knelt down in preparation to spring up to her second story window. “I’m waiting for absolutely nothing. Not anymore." 

Then, without another thought, he jumped. 

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The apartment was quiet and still as the girl sat at her desk, ignoring the balled up pieces of paper that littered the top of it. Weeks, days, a year’s worth of discarded writing that never seemed to make it’s way to the trash mocked the writer.

She frowned at it, flicking a crumpled ball of notebook paper that held words that only her eyes would ever see. All around her, it felt as though her work wasn’t comforting as it normally was, but instead mocking her. 

Huffing, she stood so abruptly that her chair nearly toppled over.

Walking away from the desk, however, caused the same hollow feeling to stir inside of her just as it had done for so long now. Her novel laid abandoned on the shelf and her pens and pencils ignored, scattered on the surface of the messy desk. 

Her fingers longed to pick one up and begin where she had left off last, knowing exactly how she wanted to begin. She had the motivation, but something kept her away. 

The realization to what was the cause of her problem hit hard and sudden, and was nearly crippling. The girl had to grip the scarf that was wrapped around her neck in order to even her breathing. 

Her muse had left her. 

The worst part was that she hadn’t even realized it until he was already long gone. 

His name slipped through her lips before she could help it. 

"Natsu." 

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His ears perked when he heard her say his name, and he watched with concern as the girl kept her back to him. He sat perched on the outside of her window, not yet finding the right time to make his appearance. Had it been a year ago, he would have barged in without a second thought. 

It wasn’t a year ago, however, and Natsu had come to realize some things since then. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, the boy refocused his gaze to where he could see his reflection in the glass and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if she would like the change. 

He heard her say his name again, a little louder this time. Her tone was different now, had changed from something other than tearful.

Wondering what was the cause, Natsu looked past his reflection and into the room once more, only to see that Lucy had moved from where she had once stood in the center of her room. The blonde had wandered over, and was now standing directly in front of the window. 

Lucy was staring right at him. 

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Concept: You walk outside one night and notice that there are two full moons. A few hours go by and they don’t seem to move.

You stare up at them.

They blink.