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mydaroga · 1 year
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With Jane no longer even nominally resident, Cavendish Avenue rapidly collapsed. In the living room a big jar of pot sat on the mantelpiece, books and records piled up all over the floor and the plywood model of the meditation dome became chipped and scarred with cigarette burns, tiny tangles of dog hair sprouting from the corners where Martha had pushed past. Miles recorded a visit some time in 1968 in his journals. He and Paul had been discussing Zapple, the proposed spoken-word label that Apple Records were going to launch. At one point he and Paul were laughing loudly:  
A beautiful girl looked in to see what the laughter was about, but Paul said we were talking business and she left. There were several semi-clad girls walking about the house. 'It's terrible,' he said, gesturing. 'The birds are always quarrelling about something. There's three living here at the moment.' The jostling for position must have been something to see. 'And there's another one, an American groupie, flying in this evening. I've thrown her out once, had to throw her suitcase over the wall, but it's no good, she keeps coming back.' He gave a resigned look and laughed.
Barry Miles, Many Years From Now
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bollywoodqueenkatrina · 3 months
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forgetful-river · 10 months
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It's giving dead wife you're remembering during a drug trip in a movie
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pippinoftheshire · 4 months
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Stubborn Fanfics...
Until one cool autumn day when Napoleon had been climbing the tree out back, fingers digging into the scratchy bark with the reckless abandon of a ten-year-old who knows no fear. He had fallen, grip slipping as gravity seized him in it’s cruel talons, hauling him towards the ground. His spine had itched. Then ached. Then he had screamed as, with a searing surge of pain, his skin had torn- wings bursting from his back in a slew of bloodied feathers. His mother had found him, curled under the tree, sobbing from the pain, his small body shaking, fair skin smeared with scarlet. And all she had dome was hold him and cry. Plead to her Lord to fix her boy, to take away this curse.
This right here? This is when I realized that this fic is doing its own thing. I have no control over the story, and I am just along for the ride.
god, the number of times this has happened to me... I swear
lol <3
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venomous-qwille · 1 year
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A little crumb for the next chapter of Astral Bodies.
Maybe he will kiss it better?
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be nice to people... stop assuming anyone asking for help is a scam... if they're desperate enough to stop you on the street then they clearly need some kind of help
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jomiddlemarch · 4 months
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Hear me out: The Shadow and Bone x For All Mankind crossover where engineer Aleksander Morozova is brought into ROSCOSMOS to work with his aunt Irina Morozova and Alina is working with Helios.
SPACE DARKLING!
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almoststedytimetravel · 5 months
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More pose practice with these two because they live rent free in my head.
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Show me what you can do.
Six Sexy Words
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n0v4t33z · 3 months
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I'm almost positive I'm shadow banned, there's no engagement anymore and if I do get any when I post a chapter it's just likes and not reblogs or comments. Which sucks but it's one of the reasons why I've slowed down on the updating because I don't even know if people are interested so I just post whenever I feel like It instead of updating monthly. 🤷‍♀️
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sparknightdrawing · 1 month
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some of the nicest things people have said to me
‘I like your skin, it’s all bumpy, like a sensory board, I wanna touch it!’
‘you’re flatter than my face after my girlfriend sits on me’
‘IF YOUR LANKY TREE ASS DOUBTS THAT I CAN EVER BECOME SICK OF YOU THEN YOUR WRONG MY LITTLE GAY FRIEND I AINT GETTING SICK OF YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOUR STUCK WITH MY DUMBASS NOW WEATHER YOU LIKE IT IR NOT YOU ARE SO MUCH TO ME AND I CANT SEE MYSLEF WITHOUT YOU 💙’
‘I don’t hate you! You’re one of my best friends!
‘bitch, fuck off, I love you platonically’
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stillcarmine · 1 year
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Leo: (exists)
Jason: Guess I’ll just have to love you with all my heart.
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peraltuki · 1 year
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you know what, sometimes it's not even about the ship sometimes a story is so beautifully written you don't care who's with wh–no don't try to look at my vega x reader fanfic please I have a reputation
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mydaroga · 1 year
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With Jane no longer even nominally resident, Cavendish Avenue rapidly collapsed. In the living room a big jar of pot sat on the mantelpiece, books and records piled up all over the floor and the plywood model of the meditation dome became chipped and scarred with cigarette burns, tiny tangles of dog hair sprouting from the corners where Martha had pushed past. Miles recorded a visit some time in 1968 in his journals. He and Paul had been discussing Zapple, the proposed spoken-word label that Apple Records were going to launch. At one point he and Paul were laughing loudly:  
A beautiful girl looked in to see what the laughter was about, but Paul said we were talking business and she left. There were several semi-clad girls walking about the house. 'It's terrible,' he said, gesturing. 'The birds are always quarrelling about something. There's three living here at the moment.' The jostling for position must have been something to see. 'And there's another one, an American groupie, flying in this evening. I've thrown her out once, had to throw her suitcase over the wall, but it's no good, she keeps coming back.' He gave a resigned look and laughed.
Barry Miles, Many Years From Now
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cylo · 9 months
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somebody broke into my car, attempted to steal it
now the ignition is all fucked up and a broken window.
fuck me i guess
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Hey, I know I apologize for being away a lot but sorry for not being here. Life's been a little rough lately.
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