#but I hate rough drafts!!
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I can’t remember what canon is like (and there’s so many different versions of canon anyways) but there’s a lot of Spiderman fics where he’s talking to someone he knows as both Peter Parker and Spiderman but they don’t know his secret and there’ll be this lil convo where they’re like “oh did you talk to [his other identity] about that?”
And a good majority of the time he’ll say yes instead of pretending like the two identities just never interact
And I just really really want to know how people think those convos go, like do they think they’re friendly to each other? do they think Peter harasses Spiderman like the paparazzi harass stars? do they think Peter’s just trying to get a couple of pics and Spidey traps him to have someone to tell all his jokes to?
How do people imagine those conversations going???
#stayed up all night to get that paper done#it’s not up to my standards but technically I’m only turning in the rough draft today#but I hate rough drafts!!#I like doing. the one paper. just fix it up as I go#unfortunately I need one more page but I def didn’t have time to do it#oh well#my focus now is just getting to campus early enough to print it out#Spiderman#spider man#spider-man#Peter Parker
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“i can hardly breathe around you”
paring: 90s damon albarn x reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: smut
prompt: reader finds herself in an inappropriate dream about her oldest and best friend, and when she moans his name he responds.
I was somewhere between sleeping and waking and Damon’s hands were keeping me in my dream, wrapping tightly around my waist as his lips attached to my neck. I squirmed under him, panting and moaning in desperation for more, and when his fingers squeezed my flesh harder I let out a whimper of his name. For a few seconds it all felt right. He continued kissing down my neck, until he suddenly replied and everything ripped from me in an instant. His hands, his lips, his breath on my skin, all gone.
“Y/N?” my best friend of fifteen years asked in a soft voice and stared me down from next to me on my bed. He grimaced with confusion and concern. Reality flooded back to me in a heartbeat and I remembered we had been watching TV on my bed, we had both gradually lost interest, he had muted it and picked up his book, and I had slipped into a nap. Then I had moaned his name and clearly not just in my dreams.
“Yes?” I breathed, deciding to play dumb.
“Care to share your dream?” Damon asked, eyes fixed on me and book splayed open against his chest. Some amusement had joined the confusion in his face. My pulse quickened.
I quite literally couldn’t find in my brain what to say to him and all I could do was watch the emotions evolve in his expressions.
I had been beating myself up for a while because something had happened about a month ago and I had completely lost my mind, I thought. Seeing my best friend in a non-platonic light was simply unthinkable. But, gosh, that soft stare of his and that bottom lip gently caught between his teeth!
“Will you close your eyes?” he asked after too long a silence on my end.
I stared at him instead, for a long time, barely breathing. He asked again and I recognised something stirring wildly in his gaze. I couldn’t remember anything ever having been this serious between us before. It frightened me and I resorted to doing what he asked of me.
With my breath shallow and shaky and eyes softly closed, at last I felt Damon’s lips gently press against mine. My brain stopped working for a minute but then the only thing I could think to do was to reach my hand out, finding his chest was rid of the book and it was turning towards me. Closer, closer, closer. Until my hand was locked between our beating chests and he was determinedly kissing down my jaw and neck.
I wanted his lips everywhere on me and I blushed wildly at the thought. I had been doing a fine job at suppressing all these emotions for the last month, but he was making it really hard for me now.
“Damon,” I started when his lips jumped to my lower stomach and his fingers began to hook into my waistband. He glanced up from under his golden fringe and my stomach fluttered at the eye contact. My toes were twitching wildly with nerves and excitement. Really I didn’t want him to stop for even a second, but it was all so weird.
He simply smiled calmly at me and kissed my skin again while my sweatpants were pulled down my legs. That smile of his had calmed me so many times before and for the next moment I felt at ease. I even closed my eyes and let a half shaky but deep breath out, and I allowed his warm palms to spread my thighs apart.
“My god, you’re wet,” he whispered, astounded. “Dream-me is that good, huh?”
I laughed but my cheeks burned with embarrassment, impulsively trying to close my legs again and reaching to push his shoulders away. But he stayed and firmly held my legs apart.
“Hey, it’s me,” Damon reminded me in a smooth voice.
“Exactly!” I laughed nervously, finding it nearly impossible to get past the absurdity of having my best friend’s breath fan over my damp underwear while his hands clasped around the inside of my thighs. God, his hands though!
“Exactly,” he echoed in a quiet voice and raised his brows. I knew he was referring to my moaning his very name in my sleep just minutes ago, and I sighed.
Within seconds his lips were back on me again but this time they kissed me through my pants and I thought my heart jumped out of my chest for a moment. He did it again. And again. And he added more pressure and then his tongue. I screwed my eyes shut and at last couldn’t feel anything past the pleasure. For the next few minutes I could hardly recall the embarrassment, as he peeled my underwear to the side and once again buried his face in me.
“Do you wanna say my name again?” Damon tried his luck as I had begun breathing heavily and letting little moans out. His voice vibrated through my abdomen and I felt a hint of my high teasing me momentarily.
“Damon,” I whispered cautiously and felt his teeth against my hot skin as he grinned.
“Mhm,” he murmured into me again and continued lapping up my wetness with his skilled tongue, pushing me towards my edge.
“I’m gonna…” I whined but felt the embarrassment come over me again. “Fuck.. Dames!”
Calling him by his sweet nickname made me cringe for a second, but he continued smirking through his kissing and licking and sucking and I couldn’t stop my thighs from clasping around his head. The orgasm pierced through my body, making my legs tremble and my voice settle in a defeated whimper.
Quickly reality caught up with me again once I made it out of the haze and I was partly mortified as my oldest and best friend kissed up my body again and his lips reconnected with mine.
We spent an eternity kissing between shaky breaths and in my head I yelled at my cheeks until they eventually cooled a tad.
“Can we really do this?” I asked in a barely audible whisper.
“I don’t know if you were here just now but we just did,” he teased and we both laughed, my eyes still closed and our mouths constantly balancing between kissing and breathing.
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
A minute passed of slightly more kissing than breathing and then it evened out again.
“Did you know lately I can hardly breathe around you?” I whispered and barely felt his lips curl into a smirk. I peaked at it slightly but made sure not to look him in the eye.
“Yeah, I noticed,” he mumbled with his smirk widening and a chuckle pouring out of him and into me. I smiled and laughed gently too.
Damon slid off of me but just about everything of his stayed touching me and his head laid just next to mine, noses grazing. There was only breathing for the better half of a minute. At last I felt our familiar comfortable silence coming back to us. I stared at his face and studied his eyes, brows, cheeks and nose and lips. Then my gaze drifted to the ledge where the wall met the ceiling and I let my mind wander to more trivial territory for a breather.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m worried what my hair will look like tomorrow if I wear it in a bun to bed,” I answered honestly and instantly I felt the hot breath of his laughter hit my face. We chuckled together and he smiled back at me with twinkling eyes.
“See, this is us!” he insisted. “We still talk about silly things and laugh. Only we have sex too.”
My cheeks flushed red again but I couldn’t stop smiling. I reached my hand out to poke my fingertips around in the side of his hair and let another few moments pass as I pondered.
“Could we also… hold hands?” I suggested, stomach fluttering anxiously again. “And kiss?”
Damon gave me a slight nod.
“And not kiss other people?”
At that his smile grew and he was quick to respond.
“I can’t remember what it’s like kissing anyone else.”
A laugh bubbled inside me and my hand caught his cheek and pressed our lips together again.
“Good job. That was the right answer,” I mumbled into our kiss.
#so i found a rough draft and finished it up :)) don’t know if this means IM BACK WRITING but enjoy this#rewriting the damon-cant-give-head narrative one smut at a time ✊🏼#lol he’s so weird we hate him huh#blur#britpop#90s#damon albarn#fic#imagine#y/n#damon albarn x reader
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another teaser, this time of tailor!astarion 👀 *tosses it and runs*
please make me finish this one ahhh
update I finished it!
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Regardless of the less than favorable way it draped her body, not yet tailored to accommodate her waifish size, Astarion halted, pincushion in hand, the length of his measuring tape coiled around his forearm.
Though the act of breathing was merely reflexive, in that moment he couldn't have so much as mimicked it, even if he wanted to. The only hint of movement came from the sharp protrusion of his Adams apple, bobbing with a hard swallow. The smile she angled up at him was sheepish, her chin dropping to shy away from the severity of his silent appraisal.
Two pairs of heels dangled by their ankle-straps from her other hand, that she lifted up for him to see. One satin black, and the other a soft gold, her tone held a decided timid lilt. "Which goes best, do you think?"
He smirked at how earnest she desired his input. "The black." The emphasis dripped from the tip of his tongue like liquid smoke. "As if there was any real question."
His regal profile angled towards the hem, his fingers darted between the top layer of tulle to ensure it was still even with the slip underneath. On occasion, he'd un-spool the measuring tape from the crook of his elbow to reaffirm his measurements, keeping a mental tally of the spacing.
It surprised her how weak she was to the sight of him so mundane and domestic, and the tenderness rooted at the center of it all.
She hadn’t realized her gaze had fallen to stare down at him crouched before her, until the heady rumble of his drawl sheared through their collective silence.
"First time, darling?" He teased, his eyes remaining fixed to the first of the pins to be slid in place on the other side of the slit. A furious blush crept upwards from her neck.
She decided to play along, hushing, "What gave me away, Mr. Ancunín?"
"Your fidgeting." He tsked with impatience, despite a wry smirk. He then chided through the extra pins fanned from between his clenched teeth. “Shoulders back and eyes forward, my dear, unless you want a crooked hem."
#I wanna finish this so bad but I hate everything I write because I’m cursed to not understand the concept of a rough draft ahhhhhhh#astarion x oc#bg3 astarion#astarion#astarion ancunin#tailor!astarion#tavstarion#astarion smut#bg3 fanfic#astarion fanfic#astarion fanfiction#astarion x tav#astarion x female tav#munchkins musings
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Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)
A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey.
I need you to find someone.
He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.
He’s too far from me to reach.
He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.
He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.
“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.
“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking.
“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”
Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.
“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”
yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.
#trensu tells stories#stasis in darkness#i technically have another 4.5k words written already#but it is very much still a rough draft#it's all clunky chunks of stone with all that i want to happen but has not been carved and smoothed out properly yet#also i have decided to include at least a couple of prayers#because i hate myself apparently and want to make myself suffer#a poet i am not#and i haven't stepped in a church or said prayers in literal decades#well#that's a lie#i did attend ONE mass in that time only because my mom asked me so she wouldn't have to go alone#the priest went off on the queers during his sermon and my mom never asked me to go with her again lol#so i remember none of the prayers#and even if i did#i learned all my prayers in spanish#i have no idea how they go in english#ughhhhhh why do i do these things to myself
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ah, now that october is octover i can queue up a backlog of all the scribbles ive. uh. scribbed over the last month or so
#there were a couple baseless-panic-filled nights in there where i filled the hours with frantic doodling#break month over! lets see if brain takes the bait!#pspspspspsps heyyyy art motivation cmere pspspspspsps#perhaps more dragons will be in this month!#OH FUCK NEVERMIND ITS NANOWRIMO AND IM DETERMINED TO PARTICIPATE#im pretty deadset on actually doing it this year!#i have a partially done outline and everything!#fuck art all my homies hate art. writing is my best friend now#absolutely unprompted#cmoonnnnn roughest rough draft lets see if i can Get You Done!#or at least mostly done! 50k is a lot of words!#but i like to ramble and that carries over into my writing unfortunately#i dont know when to shut up...#i have 17 posts queued!
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i feel like i need a transfem sensitivity reader at this point but i have nothing to offer as compensation lmfao
#the second problem is that im skittish and hate showing rough drafts im not sure about to people i don't already trust a lot#but none of the transfem friends i have are actively involved in my fandom bullshit and i'd be mortified to ask. esp with no compensation#it's just like. god.#doing research on something i don't know much about and then incorporating it into a story to humanize/romanticize/eroticize the details#is like. one of my favourite writing activities. however#its kind of scary when the research is about real people with experiences i don't and never will have#also hi#sorry for the silence. i keep getting overwhelmed by the pileup of unanswered asks and like#not logging in here at all lmao#trying to have a relaxed attitude about it just so i don't avoid this account entirely#i'll answer when i can and when i feel like it slkfjvd sorry guys
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A small writing draft of an AU I’m working on for COTL
(ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS STILL A DRAFT NOT THE ACTUAL THING, IT MAY BE CONFUSING AND KINDA CRINGY AT PARTS ☠️ please don’t steal my ideas [even if they r complete dog💩]😞)
N = Narinder
L = Lamb
Script:
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N:
(kneeling, defeated)
“When I donned the crown, I thought I was invincible—untouchable. A god among mortals. No one could challenge me apart from my fellow gods.
But now, as I kneel before you, powerless and broken, I see it: my greatest mistake was you. My creation, my weapon, my undoing.
My own vessel who became a god. Before you strike the final blow, I need to understand—why? Why betray me? Why destroy everything we built?”
L:
“I didn’t betray you. I surpassed you.
You never understood—escaping you wasn’t enough. I wanted to free the world. A world without gods, where mortals can live without fear.”
(pauses, then grimly)
“But when I killed the youngest bishop, something shifted. The fear in their eyes… raw, desperate…
In their final moments, it was intoxicating. Beautiful.”
N:
“And so you killed more. Did it make you feel powerful? Did it feed your hunger?”
L:
“No. It didn’t satisfy me. It only made me crave more.
With every soul I took, I grew stronger. Until I faced the most powerful.
When the strongest bishop fell—trembling, broken—I felt their soul shatter. Their fear, their surrender—it was like a drug.
Every death… more thrilling. More divine. I became addicted. Closer to something greater than power… closer to becoming a god myself.”
(pauses)
“And now nothing can stop me.”
N:
“You became a monster. Worse than the very gods you sought to destroy.”
L:
“Monster? No. I am freedom. The end of everything that once towered over me.”
(stepping closer)
“You, who once ruled as a god, never saw how fragile you were. Now, I’ve taken everything from you—your divinity, your immortality.
Soon, you will be gone.”
N:
“Wait—I am still useful! Please spare me—I will teach you!”
N tries to stand, but due to his crushed legs and arm he fails.
L:
“Look at you—pathetic and powerless. I have gained everything, there is no more you can teach me. I became more than you—more than any god could ever dream to be.”
(leans in, voice colder)
“And now, you will join your siblings—erased, wiped from existence… just as you will be.”
N:
“Please—at least let me have an afterlife! Don’t erase me!”
L:
“There is no afterlife waiting for you.”
L obliterates N by altering his atoms into nothing.
L:
“Goodbye, my lord.”
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End of script thingy
I think I might be planning on naming this AU as “No mercy,” but I’m not sure…if people actually like this idea then I might go more into it 👍
Also idk if some of the writing is repetitive, it might be I kinda just thought of this idea now 🗿
If this doesn’t do well I might actually tweak out
#cotl#cult of the lamb#random#cotl lamb#cult of the lamb narinder#cult of the 🐑#cult of the lamb angst#cotl angst#quick writing draft#not actual story yet it’s still a draft#this shi is so goofy#au#cotl au#cotl alternate universe#i’m going insane#writing draft#idk bro#writing#short story#might make into a comic#rough idea#HAAWWWWWKKKK TUUUAHHHHHH#im scared to post this#why doesn’t anyone like me#i hate this#I’m not sigma
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i hate being
so desperate for love. sometimes i feel
like i’m in fourth grade again, forcing myself
to have crushes on the boys
in my math class because this is what everyone was
talking about: all my friends,
all my books, all the movies, all the songs.
suddenly i’m telling myself again
that this is what it’s supposed to feel
like, that this is natural like i wasn’t
staring at myself in the mirror to practice
my best “oh no, you’ve caught me!” face
for when i try to shift the conversation
to announce the very real crush to assure
that yes, this is normal, i am normal. like i haven’t
stated at my cheeks to see
if they go red, at my pupils
to see if they dilate. it hurts
more when it’s not a discussion
of sexuality. it hurts more now
that i’ve actually known love. everyone’s
in love. i was in love. it’s embarrassing
that i don’t know how to not be
loved. i never grew out of playing pretend,
so maybe i’ll be soothed if she at least smiles
and says it nice enough when we know
she doesn’t. she doesn’t have to
tell me that. i won’t tell her
about the A. we’ll pretend we care
for a month at best, a week at worst, then i’ll go back
to searching the shallow seas
for an ankle i was meant to
latch on and leech from.
— i was born crying, begging for a gentle hand
#i get tired trying to wrap things up pretty so here’s something plain#anyway this was one of the results of that midterm dread mixed w/ pre-period dread lmao#anyway this is really really rough ngl 😭#like i mean the only thing i edited before posting this was the line breaks#and the only reason i even broke it into lines was because some of them were really strong tbh#anyway i might or might not actually refine this. i won’t be adding to it but idk#it just feels so basic to me i hate it 😫#it just. idk. i’m trying to not say ‘not one of my better works’ because like i said it’s a virtually first draft#i hope i can eventually revise & refine it into something i like#the patron saint of asexual poets#poetry#poem#poems#original poems#original poetry#original poem#original writing#creative writing#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#lgbtq poem#lgbtq poetry#lgbtq poet#lgbtq poems
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i really need to defeat the fear in my head that i am exactly the kind of villain fan that the vast majority seems to despise and that once it becomes clear im gonna get hunted down like i have been before
#ganondoodles talks#personal#yes this is about demise#the further i get with chapter twos rough draft the more i have to fight that fear#bc i so often see aggressive posts about hating people making villains into good people and i keep thinking i fall into that#even if demise has barely anything to work with- and in my version the canon appearance is essentially .. not really him anymore#i have as much backstory for him as i have for destiny's entire plot#but in my version hes a deeply bitter and hurt but ultimately soft and kind hearted deity#that constantly is at war with himself bc he wants to embrace the role of being the evil beast hes been accused of being for so long-#-that hes been pushed into by his own doing and the gods playing spiteful tricks to punish him for resisting them-#-and still at the core wanting nothing more but to keep protecting and helping mortals- to fight the gods for them more than for himself#i guess you could sum it up with being torn between being the monster everyone wants him to be and still wanting protect them#both of which ending in the ultimate goal of destroying the gods#......i know i have talked about this before#but as i said i am getting further into the rough draft for chapter 2 so the fear is getting to me again#feel free to ignore weeeeeeeeeeeee
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i imagine that while under the influence of the precursors, newt fell into a very doomsday cult-esque mentality, his perception distorted due to the isolation he had gone through.
i think the precursors didnt even have to do much to get newton to isolate himself. past a certain point, he just got into such a mental state that he started doing that on his own for the "safety" of his loved ones, and because the thought of them finding out about the precursors drifting with him and using him like an involuntary spy was unbearable to him.
i think that more than newt establishing a bond with the precursors, he instead placed trust into their plans of the world ending. a very like, milleniarism perspective, bc of all the stuff they fed to him over the course of years.
the precursors carried such a conviction of their plans into the drift that newt got subconsciously infected with it
#oh yeah this guy was brainwashed and mind controlled (by the actual def. not like psychic shit)#i hate uprising. i need to fix it. i need to write my own uprising..#i rlly want to actually i have a very rough draft its just a lot of worldbuilding surprisingly#newton geiszler#pacific rim#pacific rim uprising#precursors!newton#to keep it real ive been hyperfixating on caleb and sophia and cult control techiques r so fucjing scary#i have no idea why they didnt go w that instead of. Ooohh noo hermann alien satan posessed me. hermann oh noo i cant stop them im so#powerless rn hermann oh noo
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they should've killed soap off in december so ghost can be even more tormented by the holiday season
#you'd think i hate ghost with how much im mean to him#i dont post any of my rough drafts but im constantly just hitting this man with a baseball bat and then giving him like a bandaid#cod mwiii#cod mwiii spoilers#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish
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SHHH SH HEYYY HEY DONT TELL ANYONE BUT... ive been workin on smth since BITB came out..... itsa lil musical animatic involvin kian and becky.... ITS NO WHERE NEAR DONE YET but loooook look im puttin lil screenshots under the cut. its supposed to go along with Am I In Heaven? by King Gizzard n the Lizard Wizard. infact yknow what cmere come sit with be bc ALOT of songs from the 'IM IN YOUR MIND FUZZ' album makes me think about becky and kian. oh my god. those two make me so damn emotional. like Her and I was the first one to rly resonate with me, and EMPTY was another good one, all just stuff about. yknow LOVE!! doomed by the narrative yet burning SO SO brightly in its last moments, holding hands, playing music, THEY WERE SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT THE COPY OF THEM LOVED YOU, AND YOUR COPY LOVES THEM TOO. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, CRUMBLING, BURNING, HISSING, SQUIRMING, MELTING, CLICKING LOVE STORY..
GET OVER HERE N SCREAM WITH MEEE I LOVE SCREAMING ABOUT THINGS
#THIS IS A DRAFT that i made like. months ago. woopsie.#BUT IM CHIPPING AWAY AT IT AGAIN. IT CANT STAY UNFINISHED FOREVER. ONE DAY YOU WILL ALL SEE! YOULL ALL SSSEEEE!!!!!!!#no reblogs either this stays between US!!!!!!!!!!#and if you guys like it enough i might post an old fuckin wip i have all packaged together on youtube. its a VIDEO it goes w the MUSIC!!#SOUND WITH THE MOVING IMAGE?? IVE ONLY EVER DONE IT ONCE!!!#ill post the Lord of Lightning animatic i made on tumblr when i get the chance. in the meantime i ahve it posted on twitter. GO FETCH#but THIS SECOND ONE is out there.. all synced together..#but its a wip and its rough and old and scuffed and i HATE IT. my son whom i wish was dead#but you can see it. for the small small price of uh. begging.#also ouuhh my god i love becky and kian so much... they make me so emotional.. SOMETHING ABT DOOMED SHIPS...#even as the boat sinks these two clung together so tightly. they really really did love eachother so much. even after ten years of ROTTING#of sitting and waiting and wondering 'where is she?' is she lost? hurt? did something happen? is she okay? did she even want to be here?#does she hate me? did she leave because she hated me? she never wanted to see me again? where is she? where is she? guess ill write a song#FOR TEN YEARS. when i was just busy. i was distracted. so much came up. things got serious. my dream became clear and i had to chase it#i didnt know you were waiting. im sorry. i should have chased the thought of you more. but i was busy. i was just busy.#i wish that i could apologize with the throat that was my own. i hope this copy will suffice. i hope this copy will suffice. UGH
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Happy late Valentine's Day y'all
#england hetalia#germany hetalia#gay#artists on tumblr#traditional art#young artist#art#hetalia axis powers#valentines day#michael buble#trending#only one of these had any form of rough draft and it was the very last drawing plz no hate i beg of you 😭
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Il Predestinato
Pushing the pedal till it smashes on the floor. I want to feel the breeze and the adrenaline. Going so fast my eyes and my brain can't keep up. It's hard to breathe. Till my heart tries to match the speed of the wheels and I feel my chest compressing with the force.
Risking my life for an empty trophy,
money?
Maybe for the fame…
Going hundreds of miles per hour so my name is remembered. Building a legacy that will outlive me. Till I make this sport my own. I make myself the best, for I will become the greatest.
But people hate it. People spit their venoms at me when I stand with the gold in my hands. I reached the top of the Everest and all they want is to push me down the hill.
The adrenaline makes me deaf. I can't hear them booing. Not even the roar of the engine. They hate me, I work so hard to give them a show and this is the thanks I get. I did all I could to be remembered.
I might just crash my car against a wall. Wait for the gasoline to fill my body and the flames to make my bones into ashes.
After all, you only become a legend once you are dead.
#creative writing#free writing#rough draft#writing#writers on tumblr#writers#poets on tumblr#poem#poetry#f1#formula 1#a little something inspired by f1 :3#title references Leclerc but#I thought more of Verstappen#he does gets lots of hate just bc he is winning :/#Chimera<3
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Stan when any of his guy friends don't pay attention to him for five minutes: uwu i'm just a sad wittle boy 😢
Stan when his girlfriend wants his attention or any kind of communication whatsoever: um okay 😒 needy b*tch
#south park spoilers#stan marsh: the new randy!#south park#i don't want to seem like i automatically HATE it when a south park character is an asshole or a misogynist#because that is ...the only explanation its just blatant misogyny he doesn't like her as a person he doesn't even like her as a girlfriend#he just wants her to be there when HE wants her#and thats fine in a comedy! you can do that!.....if you make jokes~#if i want to watch a guy be a jerk to women for thirty minutes i can go literally anywhere i don't need to go to a comedy show for that#like i'm HERE because the egg-shaped construction paper babies are terrible and it makes sense when they're written as like kids too#instead of just the mouthpiece of a bitter old man who hates his wife probably#because when you don't make jokes about it or even care about the story you're writing...that's just what it is#it doesn't seem like the person writing it is even having a good time exploring this side to Stan or any of the characters#so whats the point? why am I here? i don't want to watch your rough draft of your woman-hating agenda#its just not good but its not even not-good in an interesting way its in a boring old man way#which is the REAL crime in entertainment
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Bro the days really are getting faster like I have things to do SLOW DOWN
#but reading my sci fi wip that I abandoned 2 years ago and I don't hate it#it's very much a rough draft but decent story somewhere#random
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