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women should lift weights because it prevents osteoporosis in old age and makes you a more capable person in everyday life please shut up about butts and waists and hourglasses i'm going to fucking kill

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i needed the full songs worth of this not 15 seconds

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2 and 8

One of those ‘pick two pills’ things but it’s things I actually want

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Reblog this last

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Reblog this second

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Reblog this first

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“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking

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"Tumblr is my bedroom" this "tumblr is a pinboard" that

Tumblr is an apartment complex with thin walls and every so often you just have to listen to your neighbors say the most deranged shit imaginable

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Uuuugh.

A post from earlier has me thinking about him, and I just need to rant, because he’s such a good character. Like, you want an example of positive masculinity, look no further than Adolin Kholin. The gentlest, kindest friend/lover who is equally as ready to go to war for his kingdom as he is to be wildly embarrassed answering your question by telling you stories about how a lot of dudes, including himself, just go to the bathroom in their armor because you just can’t have the distraction on the battlefield.

D.I.D? no worries, he loves you for who you are and your alts are his besties and he completely respects their boundaries when they’re around.

Struggling with depression? He will gently bring you back into the world you’re trying to hide from and remind you that your men love you. All while kind of making you love and hate him because yeah he’s an arrogant prince, but like, he genuinely wants to be your friend, bridge boy, so play nice.

You’re his dad and you might be going mad with visions from the almighty or maybe the ptsd from years of being the actual baddest ass? Well okay, he handled that specific situation pretty poorly, but he apologized and now he’s got your back.

You’re his awkward younger brother with (probably) epilepsy? He will duel every. single. mf-er that talks shit to you and break off any relationship if that woman does not respect you. And also, just whole-heartedly support your decision to learn sword fighting and join the family guard group that’s supposed to guarding you.

Oh, and I hope you’re ready for dad jokes, cause he’s got ‘em. They’re coming.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Taking @frostedlemonwriter up on an open tag.

Just give us six sentences of your current WIP. I don’t think it has to be the last six sentences.

Soft tag for @lola-theshowgrl and @finaldreams1106 and anybody else looking for a connection. :)

I back slowly away, turning towards Creed, who’s waiting by the crates, watching with amusement as he awaits my assessment. I roll my eyes for him, pretend to whisper a prayer of thanks into my hand, and blow it sarcastically to the Gods. He smirks and pretends to snag the prayer from the air, then opens his hand and mimes reading it, nodding sagely. Like he’s my god. I struggle not to laugh aloud. Soul-sucking heretic.

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I've seen a sudden uptick, just report and block boys, report and block

So, uh. Is Tumblr mostly just porn bots at this point?

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I have two ambitions as a writer.

Write a sweeping fantasy series full of artful but scathing criticisms of organized religion.

Become known for writing Romance Novels for [cis/het] Men that are full of male protagonists exploring their inner emotional worlds.

Ok, three.

3. Make enough money doing the above that my husband who I adore will no longer feel the burden to provide for our family and can choose to do whatever work will bring him the most satisfaction regardless of how much money it makes.

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*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.

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Meanwhile, on Twitter:

Brain farts, a thread

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Damn Them

(I struggled so hard to get a chapter written (life is beating my ass right now) but it is here!)

When Sidekick woke up, the first thing that he felt was confusion.

He couldn’t see much in the darkness, but he felt…something, around his leg, and things felt different and smelled different and sounded different and-

The memories of the day before hit him like a pallet of bricks.

His stomach turns at the thought of Hero, oh god, what was he going to do?

Sitting up, he braces for the pain, but it’s…not bad. Not as bad as it should be. Whatever she had given him must have been good, because he really wasn’t feeling much at all.

Pain, fear, all were muted and dull, there but not at the forefront.

He swings his broken leg down out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible while straining his ears to see if he could hear Villain or Assistant.

Nothing.

He tests his weight on his good leg, and stands. Villain had said not to walk on the cast but it seemed fine and it wasn’t like they were actually going to give him crutches.

He steps carefully over to the door, and presses his ear against it.

Now he heard something.

Muffled voices, Assistant and Villain, but no distinct words.

He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and looks at the door.

It just looked like a regular door, like the regular kitchen. He knew it would be locked but still, he tried the handle anyway.

It turned.

His heart leapt into his throat as he carefully eased the door open less than a crack. It opened outwards, and he didn’t know where Assistant or Villain were, for all he knew they could be watching the door like hawks.

But it was open a sliver, and now he could vaguely hear them.

“Killing Hero isn’t just going to be a walk in the park, it’s a lot more complicated than that. What about Lover?”

Sick was all he felt, like the whole world was tumbling out from under him. Without Hero and Lover, where would he go? They were all the family he had now, and to hear Assistant talking about killing them like it was just an errand to run made his blood cold.

“We would have to figure out her first, see where she stands. But after that, Hero won’t be easy but he won’t have Sidekick as a human shield either.”

They were going to pick Lover off first, then Hero. He wasn’t there to protect him, they did this on purpose!

All warmth that he had formed towards Villain had dissipated, replaced only by rage. He eased the door open further, looking for a phone, a knife, a door, any way out or way to warn Hero or Lover.

“And that still leaves Sidekick… What happens to him?”

He paused, listening again.

Villain seemed to pause, and he heard a sigh before anything else. “I don’t know yet. For now, he’ll stay here, and we’ll play it as we get more information. All I know for now is that I’m not going to let that bastard that pretends to be a hero lay another finger on him, through whatever means necessary. He’ll be here and he’ll be safe.”

Villain was…protecting him? From Hero?

Now, he wished he had just stayed in bed. Confusion replaced rage and left him unsteady.

Literally.

He had been leaning on the door for support, but it too gave way, slamming open with a bang and leaving him to fall hard.

He was caught and he knew it. He couldn’t even get up, all he could do was lay in a graceless heap as running feet approached.

Both Villain and his emotions caught up to him far too quickly, and he found himself sobbing weakly against the cold floor, cringing away from Villains helping hand.

“I just want to go home… Please just let me go home…”

He couldn’t hear what Villain said as he helped him up, only that it wasn’t scolding.

“I want to go home…please…I want to go home…”

But Villain just guided him back to bed, and Assistant appeared beside him with a capped needle.

He didn’t resist when she positioned his arm and administered whatever was in the syringe. It didn’t matter anyway.

He was stuck here, and he was useless, and they were going to kill Hero to protect him. And he hated himself for the sliver of him that liked that idea.

The last thing he saw before drifting off again was Assistant picking the blanket up off the floor and draping it over him again while Villain helped prop his leg up on the abandoned pillow.

Damn them. Damn them both.

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Creed Warm Up 1/19/23

“But innocent people are going to die—”

“I DON’T CARE!” I shout. She freezes, mouth hanging open. “I don’t care, don’t you understand that?! Innocent people have been dying for years! Decades, centuries! I don’t know! Do you know how many people have already died, Netaya? My people! My people have been dying for years and if I don’t do something it will never stop. I would burn down this compound with every filthy, lying curr inside of it if it meant that no one like me would suffer again like I did.”

“But—” There’s so much color in her cheeks. She’s agitated. “But killing some people to save others isn’t… I don’t want to be like them. If we kill those people we’ll be no better than they are.”

“That’s not true! That’s not true: you know there’s a difference! They are warping and enslaving people! Men and women, in different ways! Children, Netaya, who don’t get a choice! Who make oaths before they know what the words even mean. Children who are raised to believe that that whole twisted order is the way of the world. That being shackled is the same as being good. ‘There’s no true happiness outside the Wolfguard,’ have you heard that, Netaya? They preach subjugation and call it happiness. I will liberate my people and buy them joy with blood.”