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#i hope this is ok???
jofcreman · 2 years
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where: the foreman residence, basement
what: joanie comes home to add stuff to her investigation board, but wait who’s this guy??
who: @jackforeman​​ + jo.
as happy and lucky as jo thinks herself to be to have gotten that job at the hawkins post, beating some creepy, bitter old men in the application process, no doubt, that didnt change the fact that some days it just fucking sucked. filing paperwork all day, discarding weird warbled clues people kept calling in, answering angry letters from reader, barely getting any opportunity to work on stories of her own. then her boss had walked in, told her that her column was scratched for the remainder of the week in favour of reporting about some stupid football or basketball game that was going on and that had done it for her.
she’s assembled the layout quickly, in a rush to get the hell out of there and go home, put on some music, smoke, maybe make a voodoo puppet of her boss, she hadn’t quite decided yet. still - as annoying as it all was, at least she wasn’t reduced to the same fate as nancy wheeler a couple summers ago when she’d interned, basically turning into a human answering machine slash waitress.
so she wasn’t complaining that much, really, it was just annoying.so come five pm she had booked it out of there, jumped into her beat up car and made her way home, driving a little over the speed limit, as always. she didn’t bother announcing that she was home, knew she’d call out to an empty house anyway, and immediately made her way into the basement - her spot. resembling a little cozy bubble shutting herself out from the outside world, her own heaven, where all her friends came to hang out. safe from her parent’s disapproving eyes.
she flew down the stairs, lazily tossed her book bag into a corner, about to make a bee line for the old worn out couch, put on some music, maybe, or watch something on tv - when she’d noticed him. standing a little in the shadows with his back to her, jo stopped, frowned. her eyes immediately darted to the other side of the room where, safely hidden behind a bookshelf that stood a couple inches away from the wall, was her... well, her investigation board. littered with clues and pictures, scrambled writing and red thread, like something out of a movie.
but still safely hidden and she relaxed ever so slightly. focused her attention back on the intruder. “hello? can i fucking help you?”, she asked, brows drawn up expectantly. “listen, if you’re here for my sister i’m sorry to disappoint but she’s out, man. and even if she wasn’t you wouldn’t find her in the fucking basement. so - leave, please?”
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draconikia · 17 days
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feyre archeron is a new comer to this court, brought by his highlord, befriended by them all. yet it isn't in his nature to trust blindly, there's something in her scent. something of the primal, the elemental, and that alone gives him caution. his head cocking to the side as he glances across the breakfast table at her. rhysand oversleeping after a bad night, cassian already out for training. morrigan asleep on the couch -- so he flashes a smile. it's meant to be friendly, but if it somehow resembles a crocodile eying a plump fish... it isn't intentional.
' i was thinking, you'd like to get out. rhys can be a bit smothering. he's been like that since he was a kid. '
azriel & feyre // @cursebreakuer
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roppiepop · 3 months
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Who’s coming to the cookout?
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bloggingboutburgers · 11 months
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Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.
Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.
It’ll be tougher this way, maybe, because humans seem to like to draw extreme conclusions very quick, but I don’t believe there’s any better way for us all to be alright and stay alright on the long run.
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isjasz · 14 days
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🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖
(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)
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little-eye-guy · 1 year
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
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wetslug · 1 year
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ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless
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puerto-nic0 · 1 year
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inktho · 2 months
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If Flertom had long hair as a child…
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I WANNA DRAAWW!! RAHHHGG!! Absolutely swamped with college work, im so tired TT (hence whatever tf this is lmao)
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orcaking · 4 months
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My body is a collection of all the parts that came before! 🌱🌱🌱
[Image ID: A drawing of a trans masculine person, nude except for underwear. The figure has top surgery scars, and no head, the bottom of a jaw bone with plants growing from it floating above the neck. There are flowers, mushrooms, and stars surrounding the figure, and a bird flying to the left of the canvas. /. End ID]
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inafallsaway · 5 months
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Drawing time!
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lesbaurinkos · 2 months
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do you think they knew even then that it was gonna be forever
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syea-say · 5 months
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The finale of a never-ending masquerade.
AQ 4.2 spoilers.
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mindie-arts · 1 year
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Bluey scenes redraw practice 😭💙✨
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Well hello hello it’s been a while 😭 I’ve been pretty busy but here’s a thing I’ve been working on
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earl-of-221b · 6 months
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I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?
On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.
I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.
And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.
And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.
So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.
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