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faytelumos · 18 minutes
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honestly really sexy of tumblr to keep follower numbers private. how many people are following me? you'll never know unless I tell you. maybe it's a million, or a thousand, or five, or maybe it's just you. maybe you're the only one here, all by yourself, unable to see if there's anyone standing next to you.
and you'd never know, because status here is based on opinion and not numbers; how popular you think someone is is a vibes-only calculation, and besides the chronological algorithms-optional feed, it's genuinely the best thing tumblr's ever done.
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faytelumos · 1 hour
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What is...
On every What is Wednesdays I will explain a trope, a rhetorical device, or a literary technique in a few sentences. Put in the comments what you would like me to explain next.
What is... a drabble?
What is... dead dove?
What is... archetypal characters?
What is… deus ex machina?
What is… whump?
What is... plot bunny?
What is... canon vs. fanon?
What is… a headcanon?
What is… a plot hole?
What is… retcon?
What is… WIP?
What is… a sequel hook?
What is… a crossover?
What is… crack?
What is… a rarepair?
What is… a red herring?
What is… fluff?
What is… smut?
What is… OOC?
What is… a missing scene?
What is… Coda?
What is… a trope?
What is… Alpha vs. Beta Reader?
What is… a cliffhanger?
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faytelumos · 2 hours
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I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?
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faytelumos · 3 hours
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faytelumos · 4 hours
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Only in Legends Arceus can you have a 10 feet tall Garchomp scold the mighty Dialga you just caught for being a big bully 😤💖
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faytelumos · 5 hours
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getting it done is better than trying to get it perfect and never finishing it
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faytelumos · 6 hours
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Me, knowing full well they'll be fine because I'm the writer, writing a scene where Cathala and Tarinne are separated and each facing their own life-threatening danger as the obstacles to their reunion keep piling on:
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faytelumos · 7 hours
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my name's cougar but my friends call me mountain lion and my mama calls me puma and today's my first day at big cat high. i'm so nervous i hope they don't realize i'm not panthera >ܫ<
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faytelumos · 8 hours
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YOU KNOW THE CURE TO HICCUPS??!!!!
TELL USSSS PLEASEEEEEE
i got the cure from @dduane and I've posted it before, but i'll put it here again bc it's worth it. after years of trying everything this is the only thing that has worked for me 100% of the time over the course of over a year and that is no joke no exaggeration. I post about it when it works because it's THAT surprising to me. I keep waiting for it to fail and it never does. here's what you have to do:
hold a big teaspoonful of sugar in your mouth until it dissolves.
that's it. i am not joking. 100% of the time every single time like MAGIC. hiccups gone in under 30 seconds, if not instantly. there's some science behind it about shocking your system with a bunch of sugar but i can't remember the specifics. give it a try and let me know the results! and if it fails (which, again, it never has for me) you still got to eat a spoonful of sugar.
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faytelumos · 16 hours
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She Thought Her Name Was "Good Girl"
cw: references to real death
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It's been six months since I held you. Since you cried and whined, even more confused about what was hurting you than I was. Since I was helpless to stop your pain. Since I put my mouth on you and couldn't wipe away the bile because my hands were busy pumping your heart.
You loved the beach. You couldn't swim, but you loved the beach. So I held you and let you kick your feet, and I waddled over the rocks so you could feel weightless and proud. I always washed your feet first, while you wriggled and tugged against me, so you could run in and tell everyone how proud you were that you got to play in the water.
You loved the light. Twinkling on the water, or bubbling in a lava lamp. There were nights when you were so restless. Sick to your stomach, maybe, or just too anxious to sleep. So we went outside and walked for two hours into the night, and when I couldn't walk anymore I'd take you to the bench and sit with you so you could watch the street lights dancing on the tiny waves. It was nice when we just took a moment to go out front, and look at the condo down the road, all lit up like someone was home, wasn't it? You couldn't see it well, but you would sigh and lean your head on my chest, and I knew you felt better.
They said I made you feel safe. I hope it's true. When I held you in my arms and tucked your head under my chin, I wanted you to know how completely and unconditionally I loved you. I wanted you to know you were mine, and I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I broke that promise. I like to think you forgave me, given the circumstances.
I'm sorry that I only remember you sick. I'm sorry that I can only remember you healthy in flashes. I know it's not how you wanted to be. Maybe it's because I was always at work. Maybe it's because I wasn't paying as much attention until you needed me. I feel guilty to stain your memory with all of the suffering you went through. But I want you know that I'd have done it for five more years. Ten more years. For you. You never had to earn our love. It was always yours to keep.
It's only been six months. He has your face. He's different enough, but he has your face. I don't know if you sent him, but you shared your treats, and you protected your friends when you could, and you were so gentle and sweet. So I'm telling myself that you wouldn't be mad. That it's what you would have wanted for us. Because the alternative is just too awful.
I love you, then and always. You're my baby girl. Everything about you was special, and I would never carve any part of you out of my heart to make even an inch of space for someone else. It's why it hurts so much. Because I know, for some reason, there's still room.
I love you, baby girl. Whatever happens, I love you. This is me, putting a pebble on your grave, writing you a love letter, remembering how you felt under my chin, your smile, your hair in my nose. Because I don't ever want to forget you. Because I've already lost so much of you.
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I pieced this quilt. The pattern is called Batty by Apples and Beavers. My friend Becky did the custom quilting. While the quilting was NOT cheap, it is incredible! It really brings the quilt to life! I could not be more thrilled! I’d love to know what you all think of it. The photos are Becky’s as I don’t have it back home yet. SPOOKTACULAR!!!
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faytelumos · 1 day
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Adhd will have you too burnt out to eat or shower but give you the hubris to decide you can homebrew an entire d&d system on the back of a receipt
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faytelumos · 1 day
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Magician’s Bait is Now Available on AO3 for Registered Users!
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faytelumos · 1 day
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i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.
"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.
my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.
i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."
"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."
"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."
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faytelumos · 1 day
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Your partner is trying to hide their nonhuman nature. You figured it out months ago but play along because you find their antics amusing.
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faytelumos · 1 day
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interesting fact i have titanium in my spine
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I will not rest until the unintentionally campy and extremely dramatic, vampiric Gothic Rock in the way it was done in the 90s when everyone was draped in red velvet and had candelabra in their shows/shoots/videos makes a full comeback.
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