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mzminola · 2 years
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“Be normal in the replies!” “Why can’t people just be normal about--” “Do you [some douchey thing here] or are you normal?”
Fuck off. Fuck all the way off. Normal does not equal kind, does not equal accepting, does not equal chill. Normal is context-dependent and a lot of the fucking time it’s actually fucking awful.
It was normal for my classmates to use ‘gay’ as a pejorative. It’s normal for me to face antisemitism in the workplace. It’s normal for ableism to influence listed job requirements.
No, I’m not normal, and it has nothing to do with whether or not I’m gonna act like a jackass.
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sugajimin · 1 year
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30 REASONS TO LOVE YOONGI
03.03  1993 - 03.03  2023 
(cr: in the soop:jung-koook, season’s greeting/ memories 2020:namuspromised, sowoozoo/yet to come in busan:0613data, mot’s one dvd: joonie)
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gammija · 1 year
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[CECIL]: "So, as we move into the final hours of the competition, vote! Whether it's for your favorite, local, Night Vale community radio host or some... pile of bones, don't let your voice go unheard.
Also... Well, this might be a little bit outside the rules, but you could even make a second account to show a little more support for whoever you think should win. You probably won't get caught. As City Council declared in a recent press release, "Voter fraud doesn't exist."
"There is no such thing as voter fraud," City Council said last Wednesday, their many mouths moving as one. "No one can vote more than once. We certainly can't. Ha, ha." Some of their feet shuffled. "We definitely did NOT commit voter fraud by using the recently developed cloning technology to make copies of ourselves, force them to vote for us, then bus them into the Whispering Forest where we threw them out. That. Never. Happened," they added emphatically.
Immediately after the press conference they disbanded the City Council's, 'Night Vale committee for Fair Elections', by eating them."
[A door creaks.]
[CECIL]: "Listeners, someone has just entered my studio.
Uhm, excuse me! You're not allowed to be in here!
It looks like it's a small man, with a smoothly bald head, and dark empty eyes...
Oh no. They're sockets. This must be him, this 'Snas' the skeleton. He's coming to defend his title...
Listeners, as I prepare myself for what will surely be a fight to the death, seeing who takes who out first, I take you... To the weather."
[CECIL]: "Welcome back. I know you're all dying to know whether I won the Tumblr sexyman poll, and if I defeated the small skeleton. Well...
I was all ready to fight, getting into a stance, when the skeleton held up his hands. He said that he didn't want to fight, and that he'd come here to concede and hand me the title.
I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback by this at first. Of course, I had to protest. Wouldn't that be unfair to the few people who voted for him, I asked?
But he explained that, since he already won last year, he wasn't really looking forward to all the attention and hassle from winning a second time. And seeing as it apparently meant a lot to me, he'd rather just let me win than miss his wedding.
Yeah, apparently he's about to be wed to someone named Komaeda in a few days? Good for him.
Dear listeners, after his heartfelt plee, I felt I had no choice but to accept the win.
Which means I am now, officially, Tumblr sexyman of 2023. Yay!
Stay tuned next for muffled sounds of celebration, overheard from a neighbour's house nearby.
Good night, Night Vale. Good night."
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inrainprose · 4 months
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please leave comments on fanfics today and forever you never know how much you can improve an author's shitty day/week/time
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The way Jihyuk's confession is tinged with such sweet sorrow... Let me explain.
I'm probably off base and just. Reading into the acting choices that Na Inwoo is making right now, but like. It's so sad. Like, he's saying it and you as the audience knows he means it, but there's this sense of "ah, but i know she won't actually say yes even if i bare my all to her". And he's doing just that. He's laying it down on the table for her to see that he's absolutely sincere about her and he is 100% sure and serious about her.
But what thrills me to no end about his confession is how he also lays out the boundaries for her without disrespecting himself. He tells her to take her time to think about it but not to reject him outright, and how he won't pressure her or push the issue, and in the next moment actively SHOWS her and articulates to her that he won't be jumping into the same taxi as she is and will be taking the next one.
Jihyuk continuously walks the talk when he tells her she can rely on him. He fulfils his promise to teach her martial arts and gives actionable advice. He is quick to notice (something Jiwon picks up on) that her proposal is getting hijacked and tacitly plays along. Of course, you could argue that him being from the future has already given him insight that the Manager in charge is gonna land himself in hot water, BUT STILL :D
Is it any wonder how he is the greenest green of flags? ;A; Also sidenote, the way Na Inwoo was acting out the confession scene reminded me a lot of this very beloved cinematic moment of mine
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And to a slighter degree, it reminded me of the moment where Hua Cheng tells Xie Lian "... I am your most ardent devotee"
i'm gonna go scream into a bed of moss rn
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Neuvillete is definitely the type to ask you "Did you drink any water today" if you say you have a headache
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crybaby-bkg · 2 years
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I think giving Bakugou the silent treatment would be sooo funny because he tries to act like he’s so unaffected and doesn’t care, but gets so huffy so fast about it.
Tries to goad conversation out of you, before he snaps that he can be silent too, but the silence is too stuffy and overwhelming and he can’t take it. It never lasts long, because he’d rather soon get on his knees and apologize for being a dumbass than go another second without hearing your laugh or seeing you smile in his direction again. And he does, whenever he’s wrong, basically crushes you under his weight as he leans over you so you can look at him, holding your cheek and jaw in his warm hand.
And you accept it, with a pout and a slight scold, before pulling away from him. But Bakugou can’t have that, can’t believe that you’ve really forgiven him if you haven’t kissed him or bitten his nose yet.
“Where’s my forgiveness kiss?” he grunts to you, holding your chin between thick fingers, despite you trying to wiggle out of his hold.
“No thanks,” you huff to him, trying to bite back a grin when Bakugou gets all huffy again and frowns and puffs his cheeks up. You lean away from his grip, but he only follows you.
“Cmon, don’t be mean to your boyfriend, give me a damn kiss if you forgive me.” He tells you, pushing and pushing despite your giggling cries of telling him to get away from you. You’re laid flat on your side on the bed, trying to crawl away, laughter bubbling from your throat as Bakugou hovers above you, one hand holding himself up and the other squishing your cheeks in his palms.
“No kisses!” You announce with a laugh, even though Bakugou is starting to descend on you quickly with puckered lips.
“We have to kiss in order to seal your forgiveness, damnit.” He says against your giggling mouth, his lips against your teeth, but he doesn’t pull away. Not until your laughter has to be forced down in order to kiss him properly, the joyous sound taking up the air in the room again when he kisses you again and again until he’s satisfied. He even licks your chin and mouth once he pulls away, just to hear your laugh again, a sound he knows he’ll never get sick of.
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kyopmi · 2 years
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nanami kento comes home from a particularly exhausting day with his aching shoulders slightly slumped and his feet dragging as he unlocks the front door, announcing his arrival.
“i'm home,” he half-sighs, half-calls out, slipping out of his shoes and setting his bag down on the table in the front hall.
“in here, kento.”
even hearing the sound of your voice, nanami feels the disarraying thunderclouds in his mind beginning to clear, letting his feet lead him to the living room in search of his solace.
sure enough, in the living room he finds you — lying on the couch with your head supported by a pillow on one end and your legs comfortably stretched out on the other, your favorite throw blanket draped over you. you're struggling to keep your eyes open, riddled with a sleepy haze, but you can make out the sight of your husband anywhere, and you immediately reach your arms out to him, beckoning him over with grabby hands.
and who was he to deny you? in no time at all, he crosses the room in two large steps, an easy feat for his long legs. he dips down to the couch, his large arms caging your figure as he supports himself above you. you automatically shift your legs so he can settle his knees in between them, taking care not to crush you under his weight. there are no words exchanged as you snake your arms around his neck and gently pull him into a kiss to which he eagerly complies. nanami groans into your lips when he feels your fingers carding through his hair, tugging with just enough pressure to release the tension that resides in his bones.
when he pulls away, he finally lowers himself onto you, taking care to make sure he's not crushing you, and fully lets himself rest on top of you like a weighted blanket. his arms close around your middle, head resting on your chest right where your heart is. he hums appreciatively when your fingers continue their ministrations, brushing back his blond strands while your other hand rests on his back.
the silence that washes over the room is strangely soothing, with the only sounds you're able to hear being the continuous whirring of the ceiling fan and the monotonous ticking of the wall clock hung on the other side of the room. with every second that passes, nanami feels his eyelids getting heavier as his one by one, he allows his taut muscles to relax, reminding himself he is safe in your arms, that everything is okay as long as he has you by his side.
“kento.” even though you're alone in the room, your voice is barely louder than a whisper.
“yes, darling?”
“dinner's ready at the table, if you're hungry.”
“in a minute, darling,” his voice is soft, almost pleading, “let me stay here for a little bit longer.”
he's grateful for you, he thinks, grateful for the way you indulge his wishes, but as much as he wants to, he knows he can't keep you on the couch all night - you need to eat dinner, after all. though if he had his way, nanami would love to stay here forever, vulnerably blissed out in the arms of his beloved where he is free to let his mind wander far away from any of his woes, and where he knows he is truly home.
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it's here >:) first nanami little piece <3
♡ taglist — @gojoanti @llyslikeliz @sunkeiji @rinsramenshop @justmyownreality @a-cosmicdawn @kissmorax @awkwardaardvarkforever @ohtokki @twismare
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here for those who asked + the most recent addition to the cast
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cerealmonster15 · 14 days
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ALSO when im re reading fics i wrote i explode when i notice i repeated the same phrase over and over and over again kfdlsjfklsd. why did i say a variation of "left as quickly as it came" three times in this one fic that im not even halfway through rereading.... #girl get new words
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mzminola · 3 months
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I said in the tags that the Pern fic is a conversation with canon, and it is, overall, but the conversation in Part Two is also very specifically an interrogation.
Because I went into this planning Part Three, which is an AU in which Jora lives and how does that change things for Lessa, but to write that, okay, to write that AU we have to ask how did Jora die?
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itstimeforstarwars · 16 days
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I've decided to switch my goals from being on the calendar to being in a notebook because what I was doing was giving myself a sticker for every day that I do my stuff but then I only get one sticker regardless of how much or little I do so now I give myself a sticker for a particular chunk so if I do three chunks on my day off I get three stickers and there has been an immediate increase in my desire to do stuff.
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mainfaggot · 1 month
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2/3 finals OVERRRRRR
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ineffable-gallimaufry · 10 months
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and that's all of todays arts together! it's all of my favorite characters watching my favorite movies (mamma mia!, ferris bueller's day off, mr smith goes to washington, and the terminator)
@dyke-stuck
strilondes | terezi and sollux | gamzee and feferi
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joblessquinoa · 2 years
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The way Suyeon fights tooth and nail for Woo Young Woo despite the fact that she also gets frustrated with Woo Young Woo from time to time and knows that she would lose to Woo Young Woo on an even playing field.
The way Suyeon gets angry when Woo Young Woo says, "It's not easy for someone to like me," and puts herself down because to Suyeon, liking and helping Woo Young Woo has always been second nature to her.
The way Suyeon confronts Junho about his feelings, and urges him to tell Woo Young Woo if he is serious but only if he's serious, because not once did she think that Woo Young Woo was undeserving of a romantic relationship.
Because no matter what, she's gonna stand up and bat for Woo Young Woo every single time.
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corvuscrowned · 2 years
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vivarium
It's not so bad. Harry can't remember much, though everything is tinted pensieve-blue. He can't remember where the days go, or why his glassy walls sometimes distort with refractions of blonde hair, grey eyes large as windows peering in. He can't remember much at all — it's really not so bad.
50 words for the @drarrymicrofic prompt ‘terrarium’
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