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pristine-starlight · 2 years
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Did the Natah quest today and have been internally screaming about it for hours now
Sibling is very amused and delighted by how strong my reaction is. They’ve been saying for a Long While now that judging by my enthusiasm and my reactions to previous quests i’ll be in for a Treat once things start picking up, and they’re very much being proven right. We’re both very excited for me to play the Second Dream next weekend
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artharakka · 1 year
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“Äiti itki. Isä lähti huoneesta. Vivian istui nurkassa ja kuunteli vaiti. Kissamme Minni hyppäsi vuoteelle ja käpertyi jalkojeni päälle ja kehräsi, sillä kehräämällä parannetaan sairaita.” — Emmi Itäranta. Kuunpäivän kirjeet
“Mom cried. Dad left the room. Vivian sat in the corner and listened quietly. Our cat Minni jumped on the bed and curled up on my legs and purred, for through purring the sick are healed.” — Emmi Itäranta. The Moonday Letters. Quote tranlated by me (unofficial)
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cayliecoltrane · 2 months
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quick lil ETHOwO redraw
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inkskinned · 11 months
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
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kabukiaku · 3 months
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dug up a wip I had of the young emeritus brothers + young primo!! I tweaked just a bit. ❤️💚💜
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there's just... there is no reason to make yet another cop show in this day and age. copaganda is not only bullshit, it is a failure of imagination.
you want to watch brooding characters with dark pasts investigate crimes in an official capacity? just use private detectives (cops have a miserable solve rate anyway). want eccentric geniuses & their sidekicks solving mysteries? i present you with armchair detectives & neighborhood busybodies. oh, you're craving a workplace comedy-drama starring overworked protagonists doing their heartfelt best to resolve community conflicts? social worker office sitcom! bitch this is ACHIEVABLE
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starbuck · 4 months
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me analyzing media
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cryptidkey · 24 days
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a sigma doodle maybe?
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So glad someone requested him because I literally draw him all day all night whenever I have the chance
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sofiarostova · 2 months
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NATASHA, PIERRE, AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 at Streetcar Crowsnest
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butchniqabi · 2 months
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hi so, good news! im settling in really well at my job and am getting more hours, but for the next few weeks my hours are still low and im averaging around $250 a week (and bills are 1k a month) which leaves me with very little, if anything. id really appreciate it if yall could throw a dollar my way just so i can more consistently help support our household and not stress as much. thank yew 😁✌🏽
pa/pal and v-nmo: klarthur
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expelliarmus · 4 months
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klimtsonian · 1 year
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“I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”
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chalkrub · 6 months
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return of my funniest fella
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scintillyyy · 13 days
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an uncomfortable truth is that if batman and all the batkids were kidnapped and it was up to alfred to save only one while all the others would perish, alfred would push the button to save bruce with no hesitation before the villain was even done talking
and even more uncomfortable truth is that bruce would eventually forgive him this
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starwarjotta · 7 months
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Day 6 - resolve the resolve to protect those you care about even against impossible odds
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seo-changbinnies · 5 months
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felix - lalalala ending fairies ✨🧚‍♂️⚡️
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