#I just wrote a scene~
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whoblewboobear · 4 months ago
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ZaraJace aftercare save me ZaraJace aftercare
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feelo-fick · 3 months ago
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it can't be too hard right?
it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...
a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D
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choccy-milky · 2 days ago
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how seb and clora get together in my fic 💕bc what better time and place to confess and share your first kiss than around a bunch of inferi + the dead body of a man you just killed?? 🥰💖
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ghostpunkrock · 11 months ago
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favorite scene from the entire game. harry says "but kim 🥺our bond 🥺" and kim says "ugh fine 🙄 but only because we do look really cool"
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girl-bateman · 2 years ago
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I guess that this is as good of a time as any to remind people that WRITERS MAKE THE STORY!!!! I cannot count how many times I see posts praising tv directors for things that are simply not their doing. That iconic line of dialogue? Yeah a screenwriter wrote that. The characters you love? Screenwriter. The places, the plot lines, the developments? Writers.
A show CANNOT happen without a script because a script is necessary for EVERYONE to do their job right. It dictates what set to look for/create, the filming schedule, the casting calls, the costumes and so on. It's not just words on a paper, its the backbone for all of production and it deserves to get recognised as the integral part of tv and film as it is.
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wigglebox · 2 months ago
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Supernatural September - Day 2 | Identity
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blackbatcass · 6 months ago
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bart and wally’s relationship is hilarious but when you take a step back it’s excruciating. they can’t stand each other but they’re bonded by one unbreakable similarity: iris west was the first person to ever love them when the world told them they were unloveable
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chwylaven · 6 months ago
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Simply a minor thing that won't escalate horribly
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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year ago
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One thing New Who doesn't really have that Old Who did was the thing where everyone (audience included) thinks the Doctor is this amazing genius from space with the best spaceship of all time, and then someone else from Gallilfrey shows up and goes "Oh, it's you. Did you get expelled from our university or did you just fail your degree? Is THAT what you're driving around the universe in? How does that thing even still work? And why are you dressed like that?"
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writingsofwerewolves · 28 days ago
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You're sitting on a pew at church while the preacher drones on and on about sins and hell. You're bored out of your mind, only still attending church out of obligation to your family.
Suddenly something touches your ankle, tickling the small amount of exposed skin between your church shoe and long skirt you’re required to wear every Sunday.
You give a small, startled, jump, quickly glancing down over the seat of the pew to see what touched you.
A vivid red tail with a pointed tip twitches there, caressing your ankle, your calf, and moving slowly upwards, disappearing under your skirt.
You swallow hard and raise your eyes to look at your neighbor. A handsome man with a goatee is looking ahead, watching the preacher speak but has a subtle sly grin on his face.
The tail continues its slow, teasing trek upwards, snaking around your leg and gently pulling your thighs to part, giving the pointed tip access to your most sensitive areas.
You know you should put a stop to it. You should do something. But as the tail flicks against your sensitive nerves, your main concern becomes not letting out a moan.
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royalarchivist · 7 months ago
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Missa: [Finds a book Fit wrote for Phil and stares at it in silence for a long moment]
Missa: ...Ok, Fit is talking to Philza. Should I... should I know what they're talking about? I mean, I mean no– it doesn't worry me, it doesn't worry me. I'm not a jealous guy. But maybe they've talked about this [the situation with Bad] and know something?!
Missa: It's like– it's like seeing his cellphone. No, I'm not going to read it, I'm not going to read it. No no no, no. It's like looking at his cellphone, no!
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nondelphic · 3 months ago
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i fucking love writing a healthy best friendship between a man and a woman without making it weird or having them fall in love
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myokk · 7 days ago
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Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):
Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;
Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and
Figure out what the hell is going on between us
Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.
It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.
Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.
The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.
Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.
He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.
He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.
He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.
When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.
"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.
She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.
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from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶
I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘
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idliketobeatree · 18 days ago
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to Charles, an Edwin Payne poem.
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cabeswaterdrowned · 8 months ago
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unstoppable force (Adam’s canonical teacher kink) meets immovable object (Gansey being a professor’s soul in a teenagers body).
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another-whump-sideblog · 10 months ago
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Unwilling/reluctant whumper needing to step away from a torture session to scream into a pillow or vomit, and then coming back and continuing as if nothing had happened
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