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your dimension 20 fics on ao3 are some of my favorite ever, I love them so much

Thank you so so much!!!! I’m not really active on tumblr anymore but I’m glad my fics can still be a happy space for people

#belletalks #thank you!!!!!!

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Cats with knives.

#art #cats #animals

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she gave me a rose

#art #very clarecore

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it’s so sad i have to block these beautiful women sorry my dear but you’re not real

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Women Often Mistaken For Men In Public Restrooms

Marchers in Pride parade on Capitol Hill, Seattle, June 27, 1993

This photo of the 1993 Pride parade shows a group of women, some wearing t-shirts printed with “I’m not a BOY,” carrying a banner reading “Women often mistaken for men in public restrooms.”

📷 MOHAI, Seattle Post-Intelligencer Photograph Collection, 2000.107.19930627.4.5

#queer tag

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continuing to indulge in scooby doo mystery inc fanart because i have no self control

shirt alts

#best show. #scooby doo

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I don't know who needs to hear this, but

YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!

STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!

YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!

THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!

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i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to "if the ocean doesn't like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and keep you forever. good luck 👍"

#flintcore #black sails

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but you can't keep holding on like this.

#ough #art

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Another lesbian with fairy/angel wings <3 becoming a fav of mine

#GORGEOUS WOMAN #art

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I’ve taught you everything I know (nothing) it is time to let you into the world (you are mauled quickly)

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skeletonin is the happiness chemical released when you see a ghoul or perhaps a ghost

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[emerging from the hozier song covered in blood] anyway,

#hozier

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The Shofar Breaks Your Heart

by Dane Kuttler

When you give a girl a shofar –  no, not a proper instrument of G-d, but a rough-cut horn with no real mouthpiece her aunt brings back from a trip to Jerusalem, don’t make it easy.

Put it up on the shelf in the living room where its curled promise of a shout will tempt her until she can reach it on tiptoe.

Tell her no one has ever found its voice, that she will only make it grunt, bray and sputter like the animal it came from.

Then give her a few years.

Give her an empty garage and a neighborhood Jewish enough to understand what it’s hearing so she can practice until tiny tekiot burst forth from the scrap of ram.

She will be the only one who can ever shape its sounds, can bend the call to tekiah, round off nine drops of t’ruah wailing, fling the anguished cry of a sh’varim from its mouth.

Let her brag about this.  Remember that children are not humble creatures, that the simple act of being heard is their great triumph.  Let her be heard.

Bring her to Hebrew school. Teach her the story of the rabbi who told his students that he would put the words of Torah on their hearts; that the words would only find their way in when the students’ hearts broke. Let her sit with that tale for as long as it takes for her own heart to shatter, for torah and poetry and forgiveness  find their way inside,

play her Leonard Cohen. Let him croon about the cracks in everything, that’s how the light gets in, let her begin searching for light, ask her where she thinks the cracks come from, give her Auschwitz, give her Torquemada, give her pogrom and quota and blacklist, the ashes of all her burnt bridges, give her avinu malkenu, ashamnu, ashamnu, ashamnu, 

watch her break  her heart with her fist.

Give her the shofar.   Let the horn steal her breath, let her begin to understand that she’s not holding a dead piece of animal, but a living prayer.

Teach her: after every blast you can hear the echo of the still small voice.

If you listen for it, you can hear the calls for the wild cries they are; salute them with a straight back when they yank you from your amidah; and should you hear a shofar blower struggle and gasp and strain for each call, imagine yourself a trapped animal, desperate to be heard.

When it’s over, Close your eyes.

Be. Broken. Here.  Before G-d and your people. Be. Cracked.

feel the light and the words come in.

#wow 😭 #jewish tag #poetry

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i hope the beloved mutuals don’t think me unintellectual for this but i love romantic subplots i gobble them up delightedly with very few exceptions. ‘oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me’ etc 

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the hot new trend is "guard posting"

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New pride flag dropped