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#certainly couldn’t be me!
outer-edges · 10 months
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reblogging a post about wanting to talk to mutuals but being scared only for your mutuals to interact with the post, and still no one starts a conversation is next level mutual behavior
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overtake · 8 months
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red bull: daniel’s bad habits from mclaren are fixed, he did well in the sim, and his tire test was so good that we immediately knew he was ready to be in a car.
alpha tauri & yuki: daniel’s feedback on the car has been instrumental, and he performed so well in difficult race conditions even though he didn’t have any upgrades and had some bad luck.
rando twitter user who doesn’t have the data, didn’t know liam lawson’s name three weeks ago, and constantly insults the way red bull quickly drops drivers who don’t perform: they’re only letting him drive for pr even though he’s a washed up failure.
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lunar-years · 1 year
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Also also. the magic is that Roy thinks he’s going to be the one helping Jamie to be a better athlete and be greater than Zava and solidify his place on the team etc. and on the surface level, sure he is. BUT on a deeper second level it will be Jamie helping Roy (who has been sooo off these first few episodes. Btw.) on his journey to recognizing his pattern of leaving behind really good things before he can be hurt by them. This is how their best-friendism will lend itself to the realization of how similar they are in both being deeply repressed and unable to accept the care and love they deserve. Over the course of the season they will become the best versions of themselves TOGETHER in no small part because of the other. In this essay—
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su-angelvicioso · 3 months
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~Here guys! Have another old creation I never posted (✿◕‿◕)ノ 💟✨~
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💍💟💎💜✨
I created this moodboard a long time ago based on an old headcanon that came to my mind, but I never posted. I still don’t know why haha. 😅 I gave it a purple theme because I simply love purple.
Headcanon: María’s mate had intended to marry her before his demise.
María discovered an unfamiliar ring interwoven within the underside of the serape that belonged to the love of her life. Placed onto her with a certain gentle admiration that only one who loved her deeply could have done. She’d spent the whole day wondering when she’d give it back to him. It was his after all… she’d woven it herself specifically for him to wear.
She no longer had to wonder.
She wouldn’t give it back to him now even if he physically came back to life and asked for it.
~☔️🌌
She questioned how she hadn’t paid attention to the weird sensation she felt rubbing against her skin while underneath the fabric the entire time, not until it was the only thing left to notice…
Not until it was practically the only thing she had left of him.
She was never bright when it came to romance, so it took her longer than one should to figure out what it meant, why it had been on his person,
and why she had no idea about it’s existence
Not up until that point anyway….
~🎆💟
It’s almost like he knew, almost like life is funny that way. At least, that’s what she tells herself because she couldn’t dare think about what could’ve been, what WOULD’VE been had they not…
She couldn’t spend a second to think about how she would have responded. Would she sob? Would she flick his forehead and say “¡Levántate, tonto!”, would she jump on him and kiss him like some fairytale? She didn’t know.
She would never know now…
There’s a reason she wears white every time she visits his gravestone specifically.
~🕊️💍
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garoujo · 10 months
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was on a second date at the weekend & i was seconds away from sleeping w the dude but he literally looked me straight in the face and asked me if i considered it a hook up or a couple thing because he really liked me and seen it as the latter & i’ve never climbed off of someone faster
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shrekshugebadussy · 5 months
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started playing The Arcana again bcuz i forgot it was a thing and i never finished it (only got halfway thru Asra’s route) & i got very curious about Lucio’s route since he’s practically the dead one & how that would work and let me tell you when that motherfucker opened his mouth… yeah i knew i was in trouble 🙃
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pollyanna-nana · 1 year
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Anyone else w/ selective mutism (either now or as a kid) feel kind of weird abt fanworks always giving characters who have it sign language to communicate with. Like on the one hand I get it but on the other I didn’t have that experience I just couldn’t talk and Suffered.
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strohller27 · 4 months
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Man. Last year was wild (memories and musings under the cut).
One memory from last year that I probably wont be over anytime soon is when I was working a retail popup on the waterfront for the cruise ship guests.
A bit of context: At this point of last year, I was painfully homeless and when I wasn’t spending $2200 a month airbnb-hopping, I was living out of a tent at a campground to save money. My access to showers and potable drinking water was iffy at best (the showers on the campground were $2 for five minutes, and the closest water spout that worked well enough to fill bottles with was the literal bathroom sink. I’m surprised the water didn’t make me sick. The water from there often left a really weird taste/cottony sensation in the back of my throat that took days to get rid of, unless I boiled it first, and that was *if* I had access to a power outlet and an electric kettle. Also one of the airbnbs I stayed at got the water shut off for almost 28 hours because the host wasn’t paying his goddamn bills. But that’s a story I tell elsewhere). I had no reliable access to refrigeration, whether I was at an airbnb or the campground, so everything I bought to eat had to be non-perishable. For a while there, I was skipping breakfast to save enough money to buy myself loaves of bread, peanut butter, protein bars, and ramen packets.
If I wanted a hot meal, the best thing I could get was Tim Horton’s (and when I did, I was mostly using a credit card). Sometimes the only reason I could afford to both eat and have a place to stay was because I had built up Tim’s rewards points.
Thank goodness it was still mostly summer and I wasn’t also freezing cold at night.
And then I had to go to work and there were so many customers at that waterfront popup telling me I should give them discounts because “Well, I’m broke, I spent all of my money on a cruise!”
Oh? Oh??? I’m so sorry, you poor, unfortunate little soul???? Does the poow wittle bwoke babykins need a wittle discount??
First off, friendo, you keep asking me if the price is in ‘american’ because you forgot that you’re in a literal different country right now. Second, you’re complaining to a minimum wage worker about how, ‘everything is so expensive here! Oh my god you have to pay that much in taxes? What do you mean I have to pay taxes on purchases, too’. You have main character syndrome and you have the absolute goddamned gall to think you deserve $300 off a $500 handmade, HAND EMBROIDERED woollen cape that you probably won’t even wear because you live in texas????
OH, YOU “““CAN’T AFFORD””” TO BUY THAT 30 DOLLAR SCARF BECAUSE YOU *CHECKS NOTES* HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO GO ON A LITERAL INTERNATIONAL FUCKING CRUISE, BETSY-ANN??
CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER.
But the one that gets me the worst was when a guy was there with his daughter. She was probably 12 or 13. And she wanted to buy a little Canadian flag to commemorate her visit. It was literally priced at. Two. Dollars. Ninety five. Cents.
And he said to her, “Oh, come on. What good is buying this going to do? Who is it supporting.”
I was so done by that point I literally raised my hand and yelled.
“ME IT WILL SUPPORT ME IT WILL HELP ME DO FUN LITTLE THINGS LIKE BUY GROCERIES. AND EAT.”
The daughter bought the flag.
I spent so much of last year worrying about where I was going to live. Worrying about how precarious my situation was. My mother was on the phone with me almost begging me to “come home”. To give up on my dreams because it was too hard. Several people suggested that, including my academic advisor. But I wasn’t going to let it go. I let spite get me here and goddamned if I wasn’t going to let spite keep me hanging on.
And now I’m living in a place that has mostly everything I need. I don’t have to crawl under a desk to get to my bed. I don’t have to ask for permission or worry about who it will affect when I want to do something nice for myself. I’m able to make my own decisions about my living space. I get to set my own schedule. I get to do things at my own pace. I get to eat what I want to eat (and my landlady keeps feeding me, too). Now that I’m not hemorrhaging funds, I’ve been able to save up some money. I’m regularly showering and brushing my teeth. I finally have the energy make my goddamned bed every day. I’m taking care of myself in ways that seemed insurmountable last year.
I’m not saying it’s perfect, and there are still things I have to address (like the weird numb spots on the tips of both my big toes that I noticed when I was still living at the campground; like staying on a consistent schedule with my medications; like taking too many hours at work because I’m worried about affording things). And I’m aware that I completely lucked out that I speak enough Russian to be able to understand my landlord/lady. But this is so much better than I could have hoped for.
And the rest of it wasn’t all bad either. Airbnb-hopping was expensive, but staying in different areas helped me learn the city. And now I’m working at a place that I don’t hate with a passion like I did when I was working food service in the states. I actually really like my coworkers (and funny enough, the small business I work for really does feel like a family). I get to wear my kilts to work. I have the necessary knowledge to be a perfect fit for the job, and I was apparently ‘an answer to a prayer’.
The misty mornings on the campground were more magical than any other mornings I’ve ever experienced in my life. I walked around the campground and saw its little lake beach and river. I made friends with the spiders. I named most of them. Every time I heard the squirrels and chipmunks get into an argument I would giggle to myself and think ‘the girls are fightinng!’ I drove to the beach, and I saw a little boy hold up a crab he’d found with the biggest smile on his face when he asked if I wanted to pet it. I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to pick up the seaweed and eat it. I met interesting people. I made some friends. I went to a famous lighthouse. I rode the ferry to work and watched massive cruise ships docking, feeling as much awe as I did when I first saw Star Trek: The Motion Picture. I watched the sun both rise and set over the harbour. And I fell in love with this place despite all of the challenges that were in my path.
Perfect or not, I needed this. I needed to be self-sufficient and live my own life. I needed to see beauty and wonder and touch sand that was on a beach instead of on my bedroom floor. And I’m so sad that the only two times in my life I’ve really been able to do things like this and live the life I want were when I left the US. And because of that, I’m really not planning on going back to live there.
Funny that I had to leave the “land of the free” to really feel/be free, eh? Whatever the case, now I’m a maritimer by choice.
Here’s to 2024. May I learn from all that 2023 taught me (If shit sucks, hit da bricks. Leave. Do it scared. Do it alone and scared. Don’t settle for less than you deserve. Find beauty in the mundane. Advocate for yourself and your skills. Make decisions that will provide for your future so that you can take the steps you want to take, even if people think something like learning Russian isn’t going to be useful. Take those steps you want to take to follow your dreams, even if your dream seems flimsy like a cardboard façade to you. Even if those are the hardest steps you ever have to take. Today can be ‘someday’, if you let it. The greatest adventure is what lies ahead, today and tomorrow are yet to be said). May 2024 be a year for more steps forward than steps back.
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etcnnante · 3 months
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actually i have to talk about how vital yossarians sexuality is in catch 22 and how, despite how the hulu show is the best adaptation of the novel, still manages to almost completely ignore it in favor of the infidelity between yossarian and scheisskopf’s wife. which, is still a vital plot point, but to favor that almost completely over the relationship him and the chaplain share has me insaneeeee especially because of how prevalent homosexuality was among all branches of the U.S. military due to how young and inexperienced many of the drafted men (and women) were. like he CONSTANTLY calls orr a very handsome and attractive man, the most beautiful out of the entire battalion. it’s wild to me that it is never explored bc of geo.rge clo.oney’s homophobic ass
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hetchdrive · 3 months
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For a couple of years there my ability to write was entirely unencumbered by concerns such as Properly Executing A Vision. I had an idea and I simply wrote that idea down from start to finish. Now I have an idea and I have no idea how to execute it. I feel like I’m 19 again trying to figure out what it is about xyz piece of writing that does it for me and banging my head against a wall because I don’t have the ability to move what is inside of me out.
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loptrcoptr · 4 months
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Boss is in a long meeting with several people about who is going to help with the next seasonal school in Cambridge, and none of them want to go with him and no one they’ve asked wants to go with him, and the veeps aren’t even interested, and I’m just sitting in the next office over like
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jinxedshapeshifter · 6 months
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Me: *watches LavenderTowne’s “if the world’s deadliest poisons were people” videos in bed at 1:30am*
My brain: hey what if you fell asleep while the video was playing and woke up at 1:38am to the video being over
Me: hey what
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tyrramint · 2 years
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You are my only friend ~ I am undone without you.
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labyrynth · 1 year
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*opens jgy tag*
“the difference between WWX and JGY is that JGY is straight-up evil. he isn’t a victim of circumstance or anything, he was just BORN dirty evil. he had so many options and he GLEEFULLY chose to murder little boys and girls.”
“(unlike WWX, who is NEVER selfish and is ALWAYS selfless and ALWAYS knows what’s RIGHT and WWX saves CHILDREN’S LIVES. how many children did jgy save?? NONE.)”
…*closes jgy tag*
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phantomdecibel · 1 year
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epic: the musical lives in my head like a raccoon in the attic. but we already be knew that—
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corvidcrowned · 2 years
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Tell us about the ai idiots
Hiiii hello hiii omg hiiiii
So let me tell you. About how th e guys initially became self aware tee hee.
You see, the simulations were going smoothly, and as programmed. until about the 15th run.
You see, midori was a bit upset over the fact he was no longer included in the death game and in extension his ai was deleted, so he messed with the servers by simply enough. Splashing hot coffee onto some important bits.
This happened just as a simulation was coming to it’s end, so sarai witnessed the entire world around him get reduced to code before being transported to the winner’s room. (Basically an empty yellow file saf made to keep the winner of each sim in while she marked down the results. Sometimes she talks to the ais, especially sarai as we’ve covered)
It was too late to fix everything completely, and suddenly everything glitched out. Including the ais. And sarai… didn’t reset from the last simulation. She retained all of his memories.
And it stayed that way.
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