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dalloneveryday · 5 months
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day 64 absolutely not Okay or Normal
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thewertsearch · 2 years
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Tinkerbull has been able to maneuver around Tavros with no issue - until today. The Mobius Double Reacharound takes no prisoners. 
AT: tHEN i GUESS HE SAID NO, tHEN, [...] AT: iT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST, AT: tHAT YOU LISTEN TO HIM, [...] AT: iF YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIM BEFORE, AT: yOU MIGHT HAVE PLAYED GAMES WITH US BEFORE, AT: aND SOMETHING BAD MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU,
I suspect this is a stopped-clock situation. CT gives a lot of ‘orders’, so some of them are bound to be helpful, even just by accident. One of them may have been good advice, but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t question the others.
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You fondly recall your days of far more intensive role playing.
It’s time. 
AT: aRADIA, AT: mY GRUB IS LAYING NOW, sO AT: i'LL BE READY SOON,
FLARP uses grubs - which means some part of it is technological. Maybe you wear a tracker, to record your progress in the game.
AA: i d0nt kn0w where terezi is th0ugh AA: shes running late
If I had to guess, she's probably dealing with the loss of her vision - an event I’m sure we’ll see in a second flashback, later on. 
AA: y0u picked a t0ugh class tavr0s! AA: n0ne 0f the really useful c0mbat abilities c0me int0 play until y0u reach a very high level AA: but i supp0se it will be rewarding when y0u get there
It’s pretty sad, seeing how Aradia used to be. She’s showing genuine passion for one of her hobbies, and even using exclamation points. 
Whatever happened to her, it probably happened during a FLARP. I think it’s imminent.
AT: iT'S THE CLASS i THINK IS MOST FUN, aND, bATTLE SKILL IS NOT ALL THERE IS, AT: tO BEING A GREAT ADVENTURER,
‘Optimal’ classes only matter if you’re playing competitively. 
Sure, D&D build guides will tell you the ‘best’ classes are things like Lore Bard and Life Cleric, but the people making those posts are playing D&D in a very specific way. Not a bad way - I personally love min-maxing - but a specific way, and one that probably doesn’t suit Tavros. 
The optimal class by his standards is the one that he enjoys playing the most. Based on what Aradia’s saying here, she considers this to be a casual campaign, but I have an inkling that some of their co-players don’t agree. 
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albertxylin · 1 year
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Chips
I place a single chip on my tongue, Let the flavours stick like cotton candy to fingers at a humid carnival, And savour the sodium that loiters in my mouth.
I like to wait a few minutes between chips. There is a diminishing return if you eat constantly, And by the fifth chip you can barely taste anything. We become used to what we consume And overlook what was once appreciated. The packet is empty before I realise.
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paulchinetti · 1 year
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Winter showers, bringing the cherry buds out. #everyday #everydaypicture #confusedtree #2164 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmId3Txu4Zw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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doubleipa · 6 months
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lostdrarryfics · 2 months
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Hi! Thank you so much for doing this 🥰
I'm trying to find a post-war, soulmates fic where Harry rejects Draco's attempt at apologizing after his trial and Draco immediately finds out that he was his soulmate via a cut red string. It's a death sentence but Draco doesn't want to interfere with Harry's life, and so vows to suffer alone and never tell him. Draco works with letters and has a boss who dislikes him. He starts getting sicker and sicker, as magic starts hurting him, but later makes friends with the trio (Ron and Hermione first cuz they feel sorry for him and then genuinely). He and Harry become really close as he deteriorates, with Harry inviting Draco to live with him so he could take care of him. But Draco still refuses to tell him until he is almost at death's door, then they have an emotional reconciliation scene in bed when the truth comes out.
I think the whole thing was written a long time ago and totals to less than 20k words, but I'm not sure.
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marz-writes-shit · 1 month
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2 — The Shield
A weekend can be spent doing anything and everything, from complaining about the vendors blocking the driveway to feeding the stray dogs and cats under the shade of rusty awning. For Amory, it was writing a critique for a film their professor made the class watch, while for their little brother Danilo, it was horsing around at the plaza with his friends. As for their parents? They were out for groceries, so Amory had the compound to themself. Before resuming their work, they made sure every possible entrance was shut and locked, of course.
Now, the critique paper their professor wanted was for a corny movie that was released approximately a hundred years ago, during the forsaken era of anthrax and plane crashes. The topic itself was still relevant, but the direction made them cringe and want to just... turn away from the ideals. Still, they persevered, hoping the professor would see just how crappy the delivery was while complying with the rubric.
Their fingers clacked away at the keyboard. Sometimes they'd go back a sentence or two to make sure nothing seemed redundant. They just had to cram every idea they had into the paper, so their fingers practically galloped across the keys. They occasionally paused to check the cadence or drink water, and then they'd resume typing. It was a steady rhythm that helped them many times before.
Once they had written about forty percent of their piece, they ate lunch. Rice and some vegetable stew, washed down with water. Then they went back to working, faster and more diligently, until they had already written three pages' worth of analysis. After they checked the old clock on the wall to find it was one PM, they sat back to take a breather.
Their phone chirped with Messenger notifications. Amory glared at it like it owed them money. It was a message from Yasmine, one of their contacts at the theater club, asking if she could come over, since she needed help revising a script for the theater club. They told her no, sorry, they were too busy trying not to get an aneurysm from how stupid their assignment was. How about an audio call? And she replied with a thumbs up. And as expected, the special ringtone grated against their ears not three seconds later. They swore and hit Answer.
"Hello?"
"What's up, heathen," they drawled, pulling up the laptop again to continue typing.
"I'm stuck," Yasmine whined, "This scene is so dumb! And why do my lines have to sound so... cliché?"
"Theater *is* cliché, face it. There's no drama in nuance." Amory squinted at a very uncompelling sentence and deleted it. "Who're you supposed to play?"
"Liz. She has a crush on this guy and they've been dating for ages. Story goes something along the lines of 'She's beautiful. He's charming. They're perfect for each other, but the world said nuh-uh.' But the opening scene..."
"What about it?"
"A cringe meet-cute. With books and papers flying everywhere and stuff."
They audibly snorted, almost doing a keysmash. "Oh, that sucks. And they didn't let you change it?"
"No," she whimpered. "I'm doomed. What should I do?"
"Hmm." Typing. They were 70% done with the paper. They glanced at the sixth paragraph, wondering whether it would make their professor fume or not. "Don't fulfill expectations. Make them angry at each other after the meet-cute. 'You ruined my favorite dress!' and 'You're not supposed to run in heels!' type-a thing. It'll be funny."
Yasmine laughed. "Oh, brilliant. Thanks, Amory. Seriously."
They rolled their eyes. "'Course. Anything to help the deteriorating drama ensemble of the renowned Pearlcrest International..."
"Hey!"
"Suck it up, Yassy, it's the truth."
"Whatever, nerd." She laughed once more. "Thanks again."
"Sure. Buh-bye."
They ended the call, set their phone aside and resumed working with a newfound vigor, probably from the fact that they just derailed the plans of the horrible, horrible director of the theater club. They typed furiously, and when it finally struck three PM, they were done. They saved the file, sent it to the class Google Drive, then stretched their arms.
Five minutes later they heard the front door opening. They froze and squinted, hand hovering over their bulky mouse in case they had to fend off an intruder, before a kicking of worn sneakers announced Danilo's arrival.
"Heya!"
"Good afternoon, loser," they deadpanned, observing as their little brother performed a weird dance and punched the air in between shuffles. Looks like he had a better time than Amory did. "Mind telling why you're so gleeful in spite of the Hour of Skin Cancer?"
He shrugged. "Not my fault you're drowning in homework. I just talked to the prettiest girl in my grade! We went to the plaza together! Oh, and I took it upon myself to get the fro-yo flavor she wanted. Ya should've seen her smile!" His grin widened.
Amory stared at him. This was news, but whatever. They had more important things on their mind. "Well, congratulations, bachelor. You can now bring home a wife to force your DNA inside until her health fails you. Now wash your shoes."
"Why are you being such a killjoy today?" he groaned.
"Because I watched the most repulsive piece of media on orders of my language professor and I'm spiting him with my output. Can you wash your shoes now?"
"Ugh." He stomped into the kitchen to do it. "You're just jealous because you don't have anyone crushing on you or vice versa," he called over the rush of tap water and scrubbing.
"And I'm perfectly fine with that. My life doesn't revolve around other people's view of my bodily appeal and recreating iconic romance novel scenes, unlike you..." they muttered, reaching for their phone.
"What did you say?"
"I said you suck at flirting!"
There was a startling clang as their mother's favorite pot tumbled and screeched across the floor from the kitchen, narrowly missing Amory's ear. They got up — oh great a neighbor heard and screamed — and picked it up. "Dan," they began as they marched into the source, "do NOT throw a tantrum. You're fourteen. Four years until you can get arrested."
He grunted in response. At least he cleaned his shoes, Amory noted with a small nod, sliding the pot into the cupboard where it came from.
For the rest of the hours until their parents came home, Amory ignored their brother and shut themself in their room. Facebook provided a temporary distraction from the indifferent world beyond the walls of the house;
it was all they really needed nowadays. They swiped through fun and games, candid shots and unpermitted textcaps, and a couple of oily pore selfies (of which their classmates were pretty proud). There was a nagging feeling of inadequacy that Amory refused to pay mind to as they looked at each and every one of the posts. Amory sighed, shaking their head to dispel the intrusive thoughts. They refused to succumb to the comparison trap. Their life might not be picture-perfect, but it was better than risking sunburn and jail.
Closing Facebook, they turned their attention to something else. Novels! Fiction! A well-worn book from their shelf would serve them well, one they probably memorized by heart already. The familiarity was comfort, transporting them to worlds far away from the woes of reality.
The main character was about to die when Amory heard the door squeak open.
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ollydee · 4 months
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Daily writing promptWhat is your all time favorite automobile?View all responses Every day you have to walk past the car at least once. It sits in the cold, layers of trash decaying inside it, maggots long since starved. It’s white on the outside, and dented from when someone else was texting and driving and hit me, though it matters less since it wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. This was,…
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pesterloglog · 5 months
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Nepeta Leijon, Tavros Nitram
Act 5, page 2164
arsenicCatnip [AC] began trolling adiosToreador [AT]
AC: :33 < *ac curls up in tavroses lap*
AT: oKAY, *i,
AT: fOR THE TIME BEING, aND,
AT: fOR THE SAKE OF THIS FANTASY SCENARIO, i PRETEND,
AT: tHAT MY CAT ALLERGIES AREN'T THAT BAD,*
AC: :33 < *ac takes a long nap*
AC: :33 < *and then wakes up and frowns because she has bad news*
AT: *oH NO,*
AT: iS,
AT: wHAT i SAY,
AT: aBOUT THE BAD NEWS, nOT THE NAP,
AC: :33 < tavros im sorry i cant be on your team :((
AC: :33 < im not allowed
AT: oH,
AT: tHAT'S OKAY,
AT: tHEN i GUESS HE SAID NO, tHEN,
AC: :33 < yes unfurtunately
AC: :33 < rarg im so mad!
AT: iT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST,
AT: tHAT YOU LISTEN TO HIM,
AC: :33 < i dont know
AC: :33 < you think so?
AT: wELL,
AT: iF YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIM BEFORE,
AT: yOU MIGHT HAVE PLAYED GAMES WITH US BEFORE,
AT: aND SOMETHING BAD MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU,
AC: :33 < hmm purrhaps
AC: :33 < but i still f33l bad
AT: i'LL FIND ANOTHER PLAYER, iT'S NOT A BIG DEAL,
AT: gOOD LUCK, bEING,
AT: oN THE BLUE TEAM,
AC: :33 < ok thanks :((
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“I still ship Miyuki x Wolfrun and Yayoi x Akaoni, but under different circumstances. I headcanon that Wolfrun and Akaoni are actually teenagers (heck, their actual forms appeared in episode 37), and that only in their monster forms do they seem to be adults. I just don’t automatically see them as adults as I do with Majorina and Joker, because it’s obvious that the two latter are adults.
If people still don’t ship them, that’s fine and their right, but that’s basically my headcanon now lol”
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tongoamedia · 2 months
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Exclusive: Tongoa Weekly Round Up
Dear subscriber, We apologize for not giving or writing the weekly review last weekend bare with us, in today’s review we start we the news that shocked many as Raila and Ruto met and made Truce now what next for them we have also prepared you with other hit head news updates take a look. 1.Ruto and Odinga Unite in Bid for AU Commission Chairmanship,2. Faith Odhiambo Elected President of Law…
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bar-apps · 4 months
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Mi automóvil favorito.
¿Cuál es tu coche favorito de siempre?La grande baleine bleue. Mi automóvil favorito es veloz y ágil, su principal característica es que es fácil de usar y es confiable. Entre los fabricantes bien conocidos en México tenemos entre otros Ford, Chevrolet, Renault. En general tienen buenos autos que son buenos en funcionamiento y diseño. Me gusto un vehículo Chevrolet Equinox, resulto bastante…
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albeo · 4 months
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Mi automóvil favorito.
¿Cuál es tu coche favorito de siempre?La grande baleine bleue. Mi automóvil favorito es veloz y ágil, su principal característica es que es fácil de usar y es confiable. Entre los fabricantes bien conocidos en México tenemos entre otros Ford, Chevrolet, Renault. En general tienen buenos autos que son buenos en funcionamiento y diseño. Me gusto un vehículo Chevrolet Equinox, resulto bastante…
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lokirulesmidgard · 4 months
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Something Bout an Automobile
What is your all time favorite automobile? I’ve been absent for a while, I’ve just been dealing with a lot. For my followers who stick around, thank you so much. For any new comers, welcome!! I don’t know much about cars, and you’d think I would, given my dad is a mechanic and knows everything about every car ever made. But I have gone to a lot of car shows over the years, all the classics. My…
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doubleipa · 6 months
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angelikamercedes · 4 months
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Favorite car
What is your all time favorite automobile? I would say the brand I like is Mercedes Benz
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