tumblr should have a lil "mark as seen" button for posts. so they get saved somewhere like ur likes and then they don't show up in ur searches again so you can see newer content.
where did i get this genius idea, you ask? my fingers are tired of scrolling through spencer reid fluff and hurt/comfort that i've already seen bc BABY I JUST WANNA READ MORE NEW FICS
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This is a battle between buff bisexual disasters! One is Halsin, a wise polygamous druid who is definitely fond of everything nature has to offer vs Tekehu, who is definitely also very fond of everything nature has to offer! And he will jump into your arms at any occasion!
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When I tell you just how touch starved I got during the height of the pandemic; I had a dentist appointment at the beginning of 2021 and had to get impressions of my teeth done because the stress of the past year had made me start grinding my teeth in my sleep so I needed a night guard. And anyone who's ever gotten that done will tell you it's already one of the worst fucking things imaginable but with my texture issues, I gag nearly to vomiting every time (I had braces in high school, so I needed to go through it a few times). And after it was done and I was the typical mess I always am (physically and emotionally), the assistant who did it just gently held my chin in her hand and wiped the tears and spit from my face while telling me I did so well and I just had to sit there like a normal guy about it
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it literally does not matter how many clean sheets he keeps for argentina or even fucking aston villa— dibu martinez not only made the save of the century in the world fucking cup but he also forced IFAB to change the rules of football bc his dick is so huge it scared all the europeans. damián emiliano martinez the man that you are
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yes it’s me grumbling about how we’re supposed to just accept Eliot accepting Quentin’s death when he literally threw away the safety of the entire magical world for the chance to save Quentin you think in a world where death is as impermanent as it is on the magicians that Eliot Waugh wouldnt give up his corporeal form to spend eternity in the underworld playing fucking bowling if it meant one more moment with Quentin Coldwater like really??
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Eternal Life
And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.
— John 17:3 | Cambridge Paragraph Bible (CAMB)
The Cambridge Paragraph Bible of the Authorized English Version, by Scrivener, Frederick Henry Ambrose, 1813-1891. Published by Cambridge University Press.
Cross References: Proverbs 8:35; John 3:17; John 5:44; John 17:8; John 17:18; John 17:21; John 17:23
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i joined the good omens fandom recently and all i've been hearing about is how michael sheen is the number one shipper ever and is always talking about how in love zira and crowley are during interviews only for him to call them "best buddies" and i just love the irony of that
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people think i'm "rude" for being too blunt/too honest but if i took some kind of uncontrollable truth-telling serum i would be actually suicide-inducingly horrible to be around. i'm honest but trust that i take care to be much more polite, fair, and controlled at most times than I want to. you could not take 5 minutes of me blurting out everything that goes on in my brain in gruesome detail, especially pertaining to You specifically. kindness and courtesy are neither a weakness nor proof of some inherent purity. they are a bore of a chore. and while it is an incredibly irritating chore it is required in order to exist (less) hassled by society.
idk. it's truly annoying to spend much effort and energy on all of everything alone. and after accepting no help will come your way, no ackmowledgement or reward for your work comes either. and not only. instead comes punishment. punishment for the grave sin of not being good enough at pretending like i love small talk and not being good enough at kissing ass and not being good enough at neither keeping my head down and doing nothing nor making waves. not being good enough no matter which way you turn, what weight you pull, how much pain you opt to ignore in favour of pushing onward. there is no prize, no safe space, there is only the anger in the meaningless and base fight to survive. hatred, death, despair, the deep wells of agony. and within it all a part of you screams itself hoarse and then quiet to break the dam. at such high capacity, it doesnt matter of its toxic sludge or just water. "just water" kills everything in its path. tsunamis, typhoons, tropical storms, rainstorms, deadly hail... a little bit builds up and in the right place it can be cried out, or redirected, or simply evaporate in the warm, kind, invigorating rays of the sun. but what then if there is no place for that kind of thing. you are the river above a city and you grow and you grow and come the next storm you may just flatten it all to nothing with everyone inside. the dam allows no space to move or grow smaller. you grow so big you don't know if it's even a river anymore. what you are is some strange unnatural body with a riptide so intense it rivals the wildest ocean tides.
i remember the time i almost got swallowed by a storm riptide clearly. it took just a touch of the water and i am being pulled by a force stronger than anything i have felt before or again, something wild and so much bigger. a storm that no longer wants or has any purpose or even one clear cause... without reason, it doesn't *want* to destroy ships and tug people to their crushed deaths. no. it just-- will. it will do that. it has no will but it will kill you. it will destroy everything. what a beautiful terror. but why in me. tugging tugging tugging. sometimes i wish my weak little kid body got seized by the riptide and that i could not break free at all. that would be an epic death.
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In solidarity with my fellow authors in the wake of Ao3 going down for the moment (*cries forever*), have a different type of excerpt from the eventual Dimentio!Lives AU.
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"You're alive."
Dimentio flashes a false smile. "I think you can guess how."
Merlon shakes his head, long beard swaying with the movement. "I wouldn't know."
"Wouldn't you? Your ancestors read the book. Or at least enough of it. Your little butterfly wouldn't have been spoken into existence if that hadn't been the case."
Merlon's eyes go wide. "The book survives?"
The long, geometric shadow creeps forward, Dimentio looming over Merlon's gnarled form. When he next speaks, his words are wholly absent the sing-song mockery Luigi had come to associate with the jester's presence.
"Secrets, wizard, are the currency of our trade."
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Dyson, Cyrus, and Beck all get locked in a room together, but instead of immediately murdering one another they form a surprise support group for programs that have been personally victimized by Tron’s standards.
Also Dyson and Cyrus place bets on when they think Beck’s gonna fall to the dark side and turn against Tron. Beck’s like, “I would never betray Tron!” and the other two share a look like, hyeah, I remember when that was me.
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Imagine banning someone and then not letting them delete their account, can't be me, oh wait--- it is
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