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Penthouse: The Magazine for Men, Vol. 1, No. 3, June/July 1965
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difashiondiaries · 11 months
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flowerytale · 10 months
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Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"
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as-told-by-sura · 10 months
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birbs-in-space · 1 year
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curious about what's in store for you for 2024? :D
Let AO3 decide!
(Updated from 2023: Up-to-date tag bank, opt-in tag categories, optional dark mode! As always: proceed with informed consent.)
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mmagurro · 2 months
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taizi dianxia 🌷🌷🌷
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ba1laur · 9 months
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missed the pride march in my country. celebrating it on my own.
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boiledcaprisun · 5 months
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soracities · 2 years
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As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.
Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)
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thoselovelythings · 14 days
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theveryworstthing · 10 months
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life has been lifein’ haven’t been posting for a while but hopefully i’ll have stuff to post soon. 
without getting into the full rollercoaster of misery, health problems abound in my loved ones and every year for the last 3 years we’ve lost at least one family member. my gramma Rosezina died on July 1st after 83 years of being A Problem. her funeral was on the 8th during a day so hot that we couldn’t be at the graveside for more than a few minutes, fitting weather for a woman nicknamed Hot for her good looks and spicy temper. i loved her very much, i love her very much, and the emotional strain of everything that came after the Big Stroke fucked me up a little bit.
here’s one of my favorite stories about her, stop me if you’ve heard this one:
my gramma was schizophrenic, a fact i didn’t figure out until i was told by a family member at some time during my preteen or early teen years because the way schizophrenia was depicted on tv or movies was so different from what she was. she was an amazing quilter, gardener, cook, baker (i’ll never have a caramel cake that rivals hers), and general gold star deep country grandmother who was always sweet to me, her first born granddaughter, even when she stopped remembering who i was exactly in her later years. 
also, she never liked being told what to do.
also, also, she hung out with the devil for a while.
she said he’d just show up sometimes, the most beautiful, angelic, enchanting man you ever did see. he’d come to her when she was feeling overwhelmed, upset, or lonely, and offered words of comfort and a gentle listening ear. she had a hard life, and that comfort was very valuable to her even if it was coming from the devil, so over time he became her friend and she trusted him right up until the day he told her to kill her kids and free herself from all the problems constantly weighing her down. 
need i remind you, she did. not. like. being told what to do. (especially when the thing she’s being told to do is murdering her own children)
so of course, she told all her kids to walk up the road to my great gramma’s house, and when they were gone Hot dragged the couch the devil was sitting on outside into the front yard and set it on fire with him sitting on it. 
from what i was told he seemed very irritated but didn’t get up as she stared him down and watched him burn. 
afterwards some other family members put the fire out and she returned to her chores like nothing happened. as far as i know the devil never talked to her again.
and that’s why i grew up knowing that the, ‘the devil made me do it’ defense is some bullshit. if the devil is real he can’t make you do shit. he flounces off if told no (and set on fire) once. 
weak bitch. 
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deadhawke · 5 months
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Finally made the graphic version of the Trigun Stampede timeline! If you would like a more in depth explanation on how I determined certain dates, as well some extra tid bits, you can see this post here.
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emilyych · 8 months
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🌼✨ you’re the sunmeower, i think your love would be too much ✨🌼
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petaltexturedskies · 10 months
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June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.
August by Mary Oliver
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spiritofthemeadow · 9 months
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deathricedrawn · 13 days
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guys. GUYSSSSS
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