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these tags are so funnyyyy

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Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

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i taught a baking class for 12 year olds today and we made your garden variety chocolate chip cookies, but i’m a big believer in Questioning Everything and the who/what/where/why/when/how behind things, so the first part of the class was purposely letting the kids do things the wrong way, to show and explain why we do things the way we do.

“why do we bake cookies at 180 for 9 minutes when we could do 400 for 2 minutes?” -enter the godawful lump of coal with a still gross wet and uncooked inside

“why do we have to scoop out little cookies instead of doing the whole tray?” -ok well that one you can technically do if the spread is even. you just end up with one giant, structurally unsound cookie. “PLEASE CAN WE MAKE GIANT COOKIES” (we did make 1 giant tray cookie)

we talked a lot about why consistency is important, but i don’t think it really hammered home until i said “okay everyone gets ONE cookie, that’s fair, right?” and then handed out cookies of hugely varying sizes. + baked one fat lump of a cookie that still wasn’t done at the 9 minutes, vs the regular one i put in that came out charred by the time the first was actually done.

we also made a row of cookies where each one had one single differing ingredient omitted, like a cookie with no flour, or a cookie with no butter, and laid them all out on a single tray to bake together to see how each ingredient affects the outcome.

two of the little girls added cocoa to their cookie doughs until it matched the colour of each others skin to make best friend cookies, and that almost made me tear up a bit 🥺

got briefly distracted (…for over half an hour…) talking about how eggs form when someone cracked an egg and it had 2 yolks

expertly tolerated being asked how old i am (just turned 31 the other day) which was immediately followed by asking if i watched the moon landing live on tv

was so focused on keeping track of all the kids that in the end i forgot to make a cookie for myself, but it’s ok because one of the girls gave me this

tiny……….

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she's in a better place now (between his legs, in a puddle of her own spit, throating his cock like crazy)

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No matter how much you plan and plot and research and prepare, you’ll never actually feel ready, so you might as well just jump right in and do the thing.

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parker “what if i change in a way that’s uncomfortable or unfamiliar to me” leverage vs. eliot “what if i can never change” spencer vs. sophie “what if change was only an illusion because i never truly had a sense of self” devereaux

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me lately once again

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I just want to remind everybody

Leverage gave us a middle-aged couple who impetuously fell into bed and had hot passionate sex, then cleaned up their acts emotionally before committing to each other in marriage.

Leverage gave us a young black man gently, wisely courting a non-neurotypical blonde white woman.

Leverage gave us a young black man whose two white male best friends both describe him as the smartest man they’ve ever known.

Leverage gave us a guitar-playing country boy, an ex-hitman and army vet, who puts his life in the hands of a geeky black man and his blonde girlfriend (till death do them part).

Leverage gave us Parker, Sophie, Maggie, and Tara; it also gave us female villains with as much cunning, ruthlessness, and agency as any man’s. 

Leverage gave us villains who were rich, powerful, greedy white people who had to have just a little bit more, and a clever, cunning, usually compassionate, occasionally terrifying white guy who beat them at their own game and robbed the rich to help the poor.

Leverage, gentlefolx.

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Catwalk

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New Beginnings!

So guys, it’s no secret that I’ve grown tired at the lack of visibility and engagement upon the tumblr platform, so with the helpful encouragement of @vulgar-display-of-escapism I’ve decided to go ahead and open my own fiction forum. 

It’s in the style of a message board, so easy to navigate and use, and is hopefully going to grow into a place for writers and readers alike to come and hang out, share their creations, offer feedback and generally be a little hive of positivity and encouragement. 

We can offer things like exclusive reads of fics before they’re posted to the tumblr platform (as unless it really takes off, I’m likely to keep my account going here too) so you’re getting all the juicy stories before anyone else over here will, and for writers, a place where you can safely post your works with the knowledge that there will be people there to offer feedback and engagement, as this participation is mandatory! ​

Here is the link if you wish to join! Please keep the same username as you have here on tumblr as this will help me identify you. We’re just getting started at present, but please do spread the word, as the more writers and readers we can get on board, the bigger and more wonderful the community will become! 

https://thefictioncorner.createaforum.com/index.php

I hope to see you over there! 

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The masterpiece :D

The Thief of your Heart - Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Lees verder

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Post after post after post… heart like… no engagement.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS LITERARY WILL YOU PEOPLE WHO DO THIS REALISE WE NEED ENGAGEMENT FROM YOU! 

That little comment telling us you loved it, that takes seconds to type? It means EVERYTHING TO US. That review you want to leave in more detail, but think you might be bothering us, or fangirling too hard? YOU’RE NOT. We sit there squealing with JOY to read all the parts you loved! That reblog? Do you know how thrilled we are to see you like something so much that you wanted it on your dash too?? 

It’s nourishment for us when you do this. We’re tired of having to remind people to engage. Our free to consume works are not free to create, unfortunately. Time and energy go into crafting a piece of writing for you. Your comments and reblogs are what replenishes us to continue doing it all over again. 

I know I sound like a broken record, but the whole process of engagement is broken. Spare a few beautiful people who read my stuff, most of my best engagement is from my fellow author friends, because they understand the assignment! 

It’s about time others understood it too. 

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Hello, I'm back. Can I request a drabble for Tig please? Can I do "water," "couch," and "orange" please? Thanks love! 💜 I can't wait to see what you come up with! I know it'll be great!!

Thank you so much! I cannot tell you how much I miss Tig. If he ever showed up on Mayans, you would know it because my scream could be heard around the world. Enjoy!💋

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“Water?”

“Nah, I think there is still some orange juice in there. Bottom shelf on the left.”

“Got it!”

You’d been crashing on the couch all week, sick as a dog. Shockingly, Tig had been waiting on you hand and foot the whole time. And more shockingly, he hadn’t even so much as sniffled.

“You know, it’s not fair that I’m sick and you’re perfectly fine,” you grump as he comes back in handing you the glass.

“All the shit I’ve put in my body?” He smacks a kiss to your lips. “Your germs don’t stand a chance, doll face.”

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Love it.

Also, how similar that is to my morning is just fuckimg uncanny 🤣🤣🤣

Gush - A Manny/Reader Smut Drabble.

I mean, you can’t tell me that this isn’t a face you’d ride to oblivion, can you? Good, because he wants you to… ;)

Words - 347

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

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What @darklydeliciousdesires said, but double 😎

rb if you want pasta or rough sex