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is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]

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Go get em girl!!11

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Oswald Cobblepot by Shannon Tindle on Twitter.

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good morning everyone!!! Guess what day it is

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do you want to see the best trail cam photo ever

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If anyone called me their radiation king I think I'd have to marry them on the spot. I am unwell.

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VAULTGHOUL PARALLELS - 1x01 / 1x04

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it’s time to play chav or slav:

are these lads ENGLISH or SLAVIC

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Okay I added color to the sketch and I gave bro back his iconic mask because dude seemed naked without it. So what we think y'all? It's time for me to leave this drawing tf alone and stop messing with it fr 😩

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EVACUATE THE MOJAVE

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noelle finds slenderman

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having collaborative ocs with friends will have you saying shit like "what if scimble was bumpus wouldnt that be funny" and then like two weeks later its one of the most important pieces of lore you have

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sometimes you need to give up committing to the bit when someone genuinely can’t tell if it’s a bit or not and is getting distressed about it :/ sorry

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Twirling his hair, kicking his feet

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fuck you I hope the niche thing you like gets misrepresented in a hour long video essay by a youtuber with 1.2+ million subscribers

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Redrew a scene from chapter 8 as a celebration for reaching 1k hits!

original text under cut

He could only hold onto the scratchy sheets as he asked, “ Edward, do you love me?” 

Edward flinched but didn’t look away, “ I like you.” 

“ But do you love me?” 

“ I’m not sure, but….” 

“ But?” 

Edward tugged at the seams of his pants— he’s going to dig another hole. Oswald wanted him to. He wants to sew it up again. 

“ I want to kiss you, I think,” Edward mumbled quietly, but it echoed loud, “ It’s uh— That’s… I just….”

Oswald swallowed. Heat radiated off Edward. Oswald felt cold and spread his legs at a wider angle, making some space for Edward to scoot close to him.

He held the fabric over Edward’s collarbone and tugged him closer, close enough that their noses briefly rubbed against each other. Edward exhaled nervously, and Oswald shivered as the air hit his upper lip. 

Gathering up his courage, Edward quickly pecked him on the lips. Soft and quick like a fly. It was different from the peacock in Don Falcone's garden. 

Oswald frowned. 

He took Edward’s hand and placed it on his cheek, “ Try again. Make it last a little longer.” 

Edward licked his lips nervously and moved in for a second kiss. He followed Oswald’s instructions, but his hand and lips hovered anxiously over him, barely touching him. Oswald pulled him in by the collar for a little more friction— it needed to hurt, to bruise.

Edward’s other hand came up to hold him, and Oswald allowed him. He licked Edward’s bottom lip, but there was no response, they were closed, firm and stubborn. 

He dared take a peek then, and realized Ed had his eyes open. Oswald sighed, pulling away a little, “ Am I your first kiss, Edward?” 

The tips of Edward’s ears turned red, “ I’m— Um— I’m sorry. I—” 

Oswald held Edward’s cheek softly, “ Just… close your eyes, and... open your mouth when I lick your lips. You have to move with me, like a dance” 

“ Like a dance…” Edward nodded, and his face warmed up under Oswald’s fingers. Otherwise, he regained some confidence and leaned in for a third kiss, closing his eyes this time. 

Edward was stiff against him, unsure and jittery. He tried his best, Oswald could tell, but their teeth kept clashing, Edward’s glasses kept slipping to hit his head, and he felt hands hover awkwardly over his love handles, unsure of what to do, but Oswald kept him close, urging him to kiss him over and over.

Suddenly, Oswald felt a sharp sting on his bottom lip, and Edward pulled away immediately. In the mess of the moment, Edward had bit him, and his bottom lip bled. 

“ I’m— I'm sorry, I uh,” Edward panicked and awkwardly used his thumb to wipe off the blood, “ I’m so so sorry.” 

“ Do that again.” 

“ What?” 

Oswald held the back of his neck, pulling him close, “ Again, please .” 

Edward nervously tapped over Oswald’s thigh before boldly, hungrily, closing the distance between. Edward did make a small hole in the lining of his pants, over his inner thigh. Oswald dug his thumb through it and pressed onto the warm skin underneath, widening the hole. As a result, Edward moaned deeply, and Oswald took the chance to lick into his mouth. 

The peacock made his hand bleed that day in Don Falcone’s garden. His mother chastised him as she wrapped up his finger, but his mother was gone, and that very finger was cut off. 

#excuse me? this is beautiful

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For the last goddamn time...

"Kill your darlings" means "if something is holding you back, get rid of it, even if it sounds pretty."

That's it! That's all it means! It means if you're stuck and stalled out on your story and you could fix the whole block by removing something but you're avoiding removing that thing because it's good, you remove that thing. That's the darling.

It does NOT mean

That you have to get rid of your self-indulgent writing

That you should delete something just because you like it (?wtf?)

That you need to kill off characters (??? what)

That you have to pare your story down to the absolute bare bones

That you have to delete anything whatsoever if you don't want to

The POINT is that you STOP FEELING GUILTY for throwing out good writing that isn't SERVING THE STORY.

The POINT is that you don't get so HUNG UP on the details that you lose sight of the BIG PICTURE.

Good grief....