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turtle-marina · 10 months ago
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Wrote this a few days (ie a week) ago and forgot to post it here.
A multichapter (in the future, for now, it's just one) with Malon as the MC!
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demiurgicfeline · 1 year ago
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Ode to the Beached Fish
The fish flops  on the hot, hot sand. 
She feels  the foam tips of cool waves teasing her side, giving her just enough relief to suffer
on that hot, hot sand. 
The world above is: round. sharp. scraping. loose. unimpressed, by the little fish sucking in globs of hostile air.
Eventually,  the tide is kind.  It takes her back, satisfied by her display, perfect for a parable to jot down later. 
The heat of the hot, hot sand is stored in the scales of that little fish. She swims, now carrying heat that clings and seeps and seeks for more of her to claim.
Again, the fish beaches herself. Twice, three times, a fourth, some would call it masochism
to swim right into the gaping maw of atmosphere that rejects little things like her.
She wonders if any thing notices the lump that is her body on the shore. The earthly grit and mewling seafoam are her only companions. Nothing living takes to her.  Until
a human takes hold of that little fish.  It holds her up to the bright sun, and she flails, she writhes, unable to take unfamiliar embrace. Out of its hand the fish falls onto a nearby rock, the impact shaking her bones out of place.
All her water falls out from her m o u t h.
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marinavampire · 1 year ago
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No te muevas...
Leer en wattpad.
Resumen:
Kakashi queda herido durante una misión y Rin lo cura con su ninjutsu médico. Mientras esto sucede, Kakashi se va dando cuenta de que le gusta mucho sentir las manos de Rin tocando su cara. Esto desata más sensaciones que Kakashi nunca antes había experimentado, y ahora está seguro de que debe besar a Rin.
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annabelle--cane · 10 months ago
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I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.
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mournfulroses · 4 months ago
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"
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clownowo · 11 months ago
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not pictured: Acht flashback to growing up hearing DJ Octavio say vaguely gay shit about the captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon
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letsplayeternity · 7 months ago
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Honest question, I've been rethinking the whole "Colin has done the same with Penelope Featherington" speech Anthony gave to Daphne and his mother in season 1 and the fact that when Colin talked to his brothers in 3x05 both Ben and Anthony were like "I didn't have a clue" and like... do we think Anthony spent the evening rethinking every single interaction he has ever witnessed between Colin and Pen and every single instance where he let things slide because "oh that's just eloise's friend?" and just banging his head against a wall as Kate laughs her ass off??
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candyje11yfish · 4 months ago
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It's the Now or Never Seven! Past, Present or Future? 🌈
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thoughtkick · 1 month ago
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…I want enough time to be in love with everything.
Marina Keegan
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surqrised · 2 months ago
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…I want enough time to be in love with everything.
Marina Keegan
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snazzy-jazz · 19 days ago
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perfectquote · 3 months ago
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…I want enough time to be in love with everything.
Marina Keegan
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demiurgicfeline · 1 year ago
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little birdies sing for the minerals of the earth
the soil is cold. it sits between her fingers and lounges under her nails, soft to the touch as she puts it back where it was.
each covering of dirt is placed like a cake, and she is playing baker today. each foot of dirt is a sweet chocolate layer, six tiers high, filled with raspberry jam, and topped with bonemeal.
a hum drones from her throat, like the buzz of a little fly, excited for the rot to come.
carpet beetles will feast soon, the flies will have to wait for their feast comes at night, underneath in the cold soil.
fine brown grains are patted down until smooth and ruled by soft hands in soft soil from soft ground that was broken by a hard shovel.
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dr-spectre · 3 months ago
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FINALE REWRITE
By: Dr. Spectre
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it's finally time to show y'all what I've been cooking.
This will be in a script format because that is where I feel the most comfortable as a writer, plus games are written in this format.
This rewrite will take into account that you have read through the Squid Sisters Stories as well as the Sunken Scrolls.
Once you have pressed read more, you will get bombared with over 20 pages of writing, so be forewarned...
Anyhow, ENJOY!!!!!!!!
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annabelle--cane · 1 month ago
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ladies the conses are quencing.
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mournfulroses · 4 months ago
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from a diary entry featured in Earthly Signs Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922
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