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I don’t care how many stories I’ve written or will write, how many books I will publish and how many milestones I’ll make in my future writing career- there will always be that one, mini jolt of happiness in my stomach every time I finish a project until the day I die.

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This was literally me in the beginning of my perciver phase. It’s been over a year now help

oh no, oh no, oh no, i read perciver fic for fun today. im on the third one now.

(rec me some more please)

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Yes.

Touch starved f/o holding you for long periods of time.

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Okay but imagine it: An opposite aesthetic couple (goth and soft) getting a big ass Rottweiler as a pet

The dog wearing a spiked collar and having painted nails

Taking up the entire couch on movie night and the two owners squished on the opposite ends

Taking the Rottweiler out in public so every one steers clear of the couple on the street

The dog being a massive bull dozer when it comes to recking the house while the couple is gone

Them having to resort to taking the dog with them while eating out

Then having to resort to cooking at home because the Rottweiler sits on the alarm in the front seat every time while eating out

The Rottweiler thinking the soft bunny slippers sitting around the house is an actual animal

The dog being a third wheel to every date

All of the couples friends love the Rottweiler and volunteer to babysit it all the time

The Rottweiler pretty much being the couples best friend

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The only question I have now is why was he buying a big ass crystal ball in the twenty first century?

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Okay but kinda low key wanna throw something cause my ex goes to the same gym I do for kickboxing, and he contacted me saying he wanted his sweatshirts back. I said I wanted mine back too. So I gave him a plastic bag FULL OF EVERY SWEATSHIRT HE GAVE ME and I didn’t get mine back. Not a single thing.

Anyway good night. For all my homies starting school tomorrow, wish you well.

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Okay soooo school starts tomorrow for me. I’m going into high school and I’ve spent the past few hours stressingggg like I feel like I’m forgetting something. But I have all my bags packed and ready so idk what I’m worried about forgetting- I just know I’m gonna leave something at home.

Note: I’ve only been to a small, compact private school where you didn’t have a bell for classes and you only had about five people as your classmates. Twelve was the highest number. Soooooo now I feel like my anxiety is gonna go 📈 WISH ME LUCK

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I see you… 👀👀

These are some eyes I drew in only a few minutes. I used a tutorial off a tiktok I saw. The creators name is @abbiekye. This has to be, hands down, my favorite eye tutorial I’ve found so far. Seriously, my it usually takes me twenty minutes if I have enough patience to get the eyes even on my sketches. If you have any suggestions for eye tutorials, I’ll be happy to take them and attempt it. Thankyou 💝

This is what my eyes usually look like in sketches:

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Here is a few writing prompts for all my sexy writers out there. Because writers aren’t allowed to be bored.

These are all mine that I came up with, so if it sounds like I stole one of these, KINDLY inform me, cause idk maybe I did and forgot about it. Anyway as far as I know I came up with all these myself

“Every second he spent running around the house, preparing for his weekend trip, could’ve been spent saving her.”

Write about a water fall scene with (insert)

Write parody of your favorite song

Make writing wheel of several people, spin it, then write a story about yourself and whoever the arrow lands on

Make character analysis of your favorite book character (or if you don’t care about seeming creepy, someone in your life)

Write about the perfect date

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🚨UPDATE🚨 okay sooo now I definitely sound dumb but- ITS FIXED NO ONE PANIC ANYMORE ITS UNDER CONTROL

Okay so I may sound dumb to people who’ve been using this app for a long time; but for some reason yesterday I got three notifications from tumblr. I checked them and it turned out they were just a few likes and comments on my my posts. I checked my home page and saw a post, liked it, then exited out and saw that I still had three notifications. THIS MORNING after posting something last night about Miraculous, I had TEN notifications and I checked them all and I only had a few likes, a reblog, and a post on my homepage. What the actual fuck is wrong with my blog.

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Okay so I may sound dumb to people who’ve been using this app for a long time; but for some reason yesterday I got three notifications from tumblr. I checked them and it turned out they were just a few likes and comments on my my posts. I checked my home page and saw a post, liked it, then exited out and saw that I still had three notifications. THIS MORNING after posting something last night about Miraculous, I had TEN notifications and I checked them all and I only had a few likes, a reblog, and a post on my homepage. What the actual fuck is wrong with my blog.

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So I’m dumb and have been living under a rock the past few months as I focused on my summer work. And I literally JUST found out that Netflix is gonna air the fourth season of Miraculous Ladybug on June 21, 2021.

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I want to write an imagine/one shot about a fictional man from my memory. I’m envisioning a water fall and me dead ass drowning cause I’m weak af when it comes to swimming. And he just laughs at me. Then he steps on a barnacle and I laugh at him

Mm yes- this story will make history.

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I see, so being irresistibly extra is a family thing. God bless genetics

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“It was in the top tumblr ships so.. a lot of people?” @goldensmilingbird

Honestly, I thought there were virtually none because of the rock I live under, and the fact that every miraculous I have encountered has spouted off about either MarinettexChatNoir or MarinettexAdrienAgreste

Also- Lol there was this one day in my English class when it was only my teacher and my friend (we’re gonna call him Roland for privacy reasons). I think the other class that my teacher was watching went to Religion class, and my two other classmates (it’s a small ass school of about 50+ people. I’m surprised it hasn’t shut down) went to a school tour of their new high school. They were having more fun than us, so I begged my teacher to look up the Miraculous theme song since they didn’t know what it was. We jammed out to it for the rest of class, and they thought it was a dope theme song. So when my two other classmates came back to school the next day, Roland and I would randomly start mumbling the theme song around my friends. I’m 99 percent sure they were confused as all hell for many possible reasons.

But to this day I could probably bring up the word Miraculous around my friend, and he would still remember.

Anyway thanks for bringing that up to my dumb brain, I’m gonna go fall down the rabbit hole of that fandom now.

Honest question: Who actually ships Marinette and Luka in the Miraculous fandom? Because I want to know I’m not the only person in the marginalized group of Lukanette shippers.

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The jiu jitsu one shot has finally released. Enjoy reading.

The crowded gymnasium blared with echoed screams, cheers, bellows and cries. Kids were being directed to and from six different mats in the center of the chamber. Coaches were bellowing orders at their students as they wrestled on the mats. Parents yelled, waved cameras and cursed out the referees from a safe distance. Teammates cheered from the sidelines, or lounged around on the towering bleachers on either side of the gym, wolfing down hot dogs and potato chips from the concession stand. Around the perimeter of the mats, people bumped, rammed or even ran straight into each other.

But I loved it.

The noise, the chaos, the fights, the adrenaline- Everything. I couldn’t keep my eyes trained on one place. I soaked in everything happening around me despite my injury.

This was my third competition. Only three weathered stripes hung on the black strip of my white belt. I was in the 115 category and didn’t win any serious competitions, but i already had three other competitions scheduled later in the year.

The blood in my left arm circulated around my elbow like a swarm of angry wasps. An older boy, fourteen and a yellow belt, trapped my hand under my right arm so that it was impossible for me to tap out when he arm barred me. Coach tapped me out, and that was the end of my second match.

After the nasty fight, people I didn’t even know thumped me on the back and congratulated me. Younger teammates from my gym fist-bumped me, and my parents squeezed me so hard, i had to back away.

When i saw that my coach was already on the task of running to another mat, where another one of my teammates was wrestling, i slipped away. I snuck off from mat 4, wandering down the sidelines, observing the fights. One of my younger friends was fighting in the semi-finals. When i spotted most of my team crowded around his match, I redirected my pace toward the edge of mat two without looking in front of me.

Another boy runs into my shoulder. Lean, barely taller than me, and icy blonde hair. The collision doesn’t affect my injury, and I look up into the eyes of the boy who ran into me, and a smile forms on my face.

“Sorry, Mel,” Randy said. We shook hands and he smiled. “How were your fights?”

His father coached me at my last competition in Hammond. He introduced me to his son, who offered to demonstrate back-takes and sweeps right before my match. He was patient and gave bits of advice. Even though I couldn’t attempt any of his suggested moves, he still congratulated me at the end of my fight. That was over a few months ago. He’d gotten his orange belt since then.

“They were fun,” I replied. “And I think I did pretty well, but.. I didn’t actually beat anyone. I went against the same guy for two matches and got tapped out, and I’m not sure if I have any more fights today.”

He frowned. “Hm, they didn’t have any one else for you to fight?”

“They did, but two of the girls in my weight wrack left after their first match.” I explained. “There’s only one other boy and a fill-in from another gym now.”

He remained silent for a few moments, then an idea seemed to dawn on him as his face lit up. “Come here. I’ve been thinking of a back-take that you can use if you do have another match.” He gestured to an empty corner away from the crowd, near the end of the bleachers. It was almost impossible to find spots like that.

“You don’t have any more matches?” I asked.

“Not soon. They haven’t called me to check my weight for a gi match. So maybe I have a few minutes.” Two gold medals clacked against his chest as we walked over to the uncrowded space near the bleachers. There were a few blotches of red on his cheeks, and his arm muscles were clenched from his last fight. I only had the black rash guards matted to my body with sweat with no medals, and I could feel the heat swell in my face from the five minute rounds of back-to-back fighting. Then a air conditioner from above our heads hit us, and the heat in my face poured out like a boiling pot of water being drained in a sink.

Standing in front of each other, he extended his arms to put a hand around my neck and on my left bicep. I warned, “My arm was hyper extended, so be careful with that.” I gestured to my left arm.

He gently puts a palm to the crook of my left elbow and on the nape of my neck. I copied his actions, putting a mental bandage around the pulsing in my arm, blocking out the pain for now.

He pushed me back with one hand and scooped up my left leg, holding it in his palm above his hip, then dropped it, and I copy his actions. It was exactly like in Hammond. He would demonstrate one part of the move, then I copied, then he would progressively work up to the actual take down. He scooped up my leg, then I scooped up his.

I could start to feel my elbow loosen up after a few rotations, and I continue working.

I let him shove me back again. He ducked to grab my ankle, but I yanked it back, but without realizing, I stepped forward with my right leg. He stepped forward and sweeped my front foot, catching me by my shoulders before I fell.

He let me attempt it. It was like clock work. Details I didn’t notice, he pointed them out. He’d correct my stance and tell me to shove him back harder. After several minutes, he figured he wouldn’t be called on the mat for anymore matches, and spent the next ten minutes teaching me the basic steps of the sweep.

“I think it looks great.” He finally said as he drew himself up from the ground. The sweep was clean and quick, and the muscles in my left arm were tame. I just hoped it would be the same as I entered another fight.

That was when I spotted the director at mat four pointing at me and then a thumb behind him, where a boy with three matted braids coiled in his hair and a green shirt was already greeting the referee.

Without a second glance behind me, i took off, dodging on-goers and fuming mother’s stomping across the sidelines with their balling children. I realized Randy jogging up behind me and halted at the edge of the mat as I stepped on, your coach giving you a fist bump and an assuring “Just stay calm, and have fun.”

Randy was the last person I had a chance to glance at before I approach the female referee. The small, shy smile on his face seemed to glow brighter than the medals on his chest as he lingered near mat four, to my surprise. He gave me a thumbs up from afar

I regarded my referee with a polite nod and a handshake, and I shook hands with my competitor.

The End.

Oh my gosh, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THIS TOOK ME ALL NIGHT AND A LITTLE OF THIS MORNING TO COPY FROM MY JOURNAL, PICK OUT THE PARTS I DONT LIKE FROM THE ORIGINAL WRITING, SWITCHING THE POV, AND THREE EDITING DRAFTS IN BETWEEN LISTENING TO BAKUGO AND HAWKS EDITS-

Anyway a little of this is based on actual events, kind of merged with another fight I had. But I changed the names of people because by the sheer chance that they have tumblr and see this~ ✨

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Honest question: Who actually ships Marinette and Luka in the Miraculous fandom? Because I want to know I’m not the only person in the marginalized group of Lukanette shippers.