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The second time I quilted Joan of Ark.

This one just got first place at the Utah State Fair

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Once my boyfriend told me: "You're not a burden. A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will. I freely choose to be a part of your life and that means you aren't a burden to me." I'm passing it on in case some of you need to be reminded of that.

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Steve’s not paying attention. He’s in his head thinking about who knows what, when he hands Eddie a can of Coke.

“Thanks,” Eddie hums while Steve plops down beside him on the couch.

And then it happens.

Steve, without a thought in his head, leans over and presses a kiss to Eddie’s temple.

Before he’s completely pulled back he realizes his mistake.

“Uh, thanks?” Eddie’s lips are pursed like he’s fighting back saying a whole lot more.

“Shit,” Steve’s still positioned halfway between sitting down and leaning in.

“It’s ok, dude.” Eddie tries to hold his soda casually. “We’ve all done it.” But Eddie scrunches his face like he doesn’t even believe his lie.

“No, uh, I don’t-I don’t know why I did that.” Except he does.

He’s been thinking about kissing Eddie for months. He’s been wondering how soft the man’s lips are, or if he’d be gentle or rough when kissing Steve back.

The lie feels like a lead balloon in his gut.

“No big deal, Harrington. In fact, I’ll kiss you. Even the score.”

“Wha-?” Eddie’s lips cut Steve off with the most awkward kiss Steve’s ever experienced.

But.

It’s Eddie’s lips pressing against Steve’s and Steve doesn’t want to waste this insane opportunity so he kisses back. The action must surprise Eddie because he stalls his lips for a brief second before he’s surging forward like a man starved for more.

They’re interrupted by a clearing of a throat.

“Wha-what is happening here?” Robin stands at the end of the couch, returning from the bathroom with her arms crossed.

Eddie’s eyes widen and he pulls away from Steve’s lips slowly.

“Uh, well? I owed Steve for…” he looks around for any kind of answer, then notices the can in his hand. “My soda!”

Robin stares at him incredulously. “I’ll get my own drinks from now on.”

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bro…

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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via indiarosecrawford

Frog Paints a Water Lily Pond 🪷🎨🐸

𝑓ₒᵣ ⲕᵢ𝑛𝑔 ₐ𝑛𝑑 𝑐ₒ𝑡𝑡ₐ𝑔ₑ

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anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy

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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

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Zuko: And finally, allow me to introduce the Avatar, Aang.

Aang: Ambassador Aang.

Zuko: Ambassador of what? You’re the only member of your nation.

Aang: And whose great-grandpa’s fault is that?

Zuko: Touche, ambassador.

Aang: I changed my mind now I’m King Aang.

Zuko: What.

Aang: King of the Air Nomad.

Zuko: That doesn’t even make any- whatever. Let’s just proceed with the meeting.

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he definitely fucks but there’s no way he fucks normal

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Every time I like or reblog a post, I leave a little bit of man residue on it

Every time I reply or add commentary to a reblog, that’s five times as much man residue

Me following your blog means your whole blog has man residue

I’m spreading it everywhere

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I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life

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i started doing things scared and doing things alone years ago the real challenge is doing things tired