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Thanks for the tag @kilandra-mordea !!! This was a lot of fun!

Tagging @aaailieee @gaisensei

it's been a million trillion years since we've all done a picrew together and i think we should fix it ❤

tagging: @bornonthebreakofdawn @chloelapomme @zootopiathingz @ellaroundpanda @lavdil @happyocelot @bemycoffeepot @ihavebadtasteinmen @arodude @freppechino @rosesradio @dayseternal-blog @jesterwhoreknee @clotpolesonly and more!!!!!

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Just create the thing you want to create. Because who's going to stop you? Oh, it's you yourself? Well you can't let that bastard win, can you?

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Paramore was right. Hard times

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if i had a time machine i would go and kill every single historical figure, good or bad, every single one since the dawn of civilization. come back to the present day and the world looks like Marzipan City from Chowder

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haha that's a nice starry-eyed ambition you've got there buddy. sure hope the narrative doesn't warp it into something ruthless and all-consuming

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Grumble grumble…

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It was a good night

#alkaline trio #4 years strong baby

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He just wanted a break, or at least a cigarette.

This party sucked. It sucked so much that everyone else was having a great time, so he had to fake it.

The smiles were exhausting. The music sucked, there wasn't a single person he felt he could look in the face. 

He didn't even want to be here, but it felt like he had to. 

It was hours before he could get away. For five minutes, maybe just to smoke and be by himself, so he found it. A particularly horrible song had ended, so he went out the back, for just a moment alone.

The door closed behind him, and he stood in the dark, the warmth of his lighter covering his face as he lit his last smoke.

Inside, the song changed. He could hear it through the walls, he knew this song.

He loves this song.

The cloudless night kept him company as he sang along, as he laughed, as he really smiled for the first time all night. 

He flicked away his cigarette as the song ended, and thought maybe it couldn't be so bad now.

The door tugged open, and the worst song he'd ever heard started playing.

But he still smiled.

#original by me #idk #i'm just trying to give a shit about writing again #and i want a fucken cigarette always #thanks for reading

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how to express emotions infront of people without feeling terribly ashamed of yourself tutorial

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"Bisan flying a kite today ♥️ The Palestinian smile is resistance to the colonizers and their inhumane occupation. Palestine will be free."

from Wear The Peace, 19/Feb/2024:

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In what world is Israel a victim? How the fuck is this military power a victim? How the fuck is it a victim when it is able to starve a whole population? When it can kill over 10,000 children in 4 months? These are rhetorical questions to keep myself from going insane. Fuck Israel.

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Hello I’ve noticed your blog and you write some good Hima fics :P I was wondering if you can do a one shot based off an idea I have? the idea is that Himawari is struggling with the trauma from her academy arc with Kawaki to getting kidnapped to watching her friend die ect. But hima being the selfless sweetie she is keeps all this bottled up because she doesn’t want to bother her family with her issues causing her to be distant from her family. However something triggers Hima to have a panic attack and her family helps her.

anon, I would be honoured but also extremely sad lol

She couldn't do it. She couldn't get to sleep. Again.

Himawari pressed her pillow against her face, trying to suppress the sobs that wracked her body and the tears that wouldn't stop coming.

This whole thing was stupid anyway. Everything was fine. Everyone was fine. Except for the fact that everyone wasn't, Himawari flinched at her own thoughts, pressing the pillow against her face harder.

She didn't know why she was feeling this way when she had made it out alive. Didn't deserve to feel this way when she was alive. Alive and in the room she thought she'd never see again, inside the house she thought she'd never get back to with her family that she thought she'd never be able to say goodbye to.

The room where she also hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since coming back from that horrible mission, the one that she didn't have the heart to tell her parents that may be her last one because they were just so proud of her.

And her parents, oh her beloved parents, how could she explain to them that she felt like she didn't deserve to be alive after everything that happened and how she (and her body) didn't feel like she deserved a good night's sleep.

Himawari moved to settle down on her side, hugging the pillow as tightly as she could, starting a staring contest with her stuffed bear.

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Read on ao3.

#saving for a particular mood

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ed the shrimpede

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