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sea-myg · 2 years
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I hate having to worry about a degree and money and dating and my future i wish i was a housecat being fed strawberries
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aeteut · 5 months
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sirius is soo silly for believing remus is the traitor and still loving him so much, not leaving him or telling anyone
By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.
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fandomhungryuwu · 25 days
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Bro stop being French you’re scaring the hoes
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You have excellent tag thoughts, especially about Key & Laf!!!!
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thank you!!!! i wish i had a better description than just 🥹🦋😭💕🥰 to explain my reaction to you saying nice things about my tags but please trust that this ask just made my day!!!
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barclaygoodrow · 5 months
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Laf is practicing his murder skills
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marrelica · 3 months
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0 motivation to study or write my lab report or write my physics homework or study everything for finals, just eugh
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x-i-l-verify · 6 months
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First impression of you: Ngl, at first I was a little worried you were a troll or something because I didn't notice you interacting with my posts until you participated in an ask game (probably just me being oblivious). Also for some reason I thought you were a dude at first??? I don't know XD
Current impression of you: Fun person! Friend! Interacts with me! Putting stuff on my feed that I don't know about! But also stuff from fandoms most of my other mutuals aren't into, like Trigun and TMNT! Yay!
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Awww, you're too kind, friend! I'm glad I can help make your dash a little more lively! ^3^
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myname-isnia · 10 months
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You ever have your narrative haunted by a character who isn’t even yours
#I’ve been thinking about lien-hua non-stop for the past two days send help#like… it’s true. she does haunt the sotrl and everything sotrl-adjacent narratives#the pair of tragic sisters. the grief. her death is both the catalyst and the butterfly effect for all following events#P’Li would be a different person. Suiren and Midori wouldn’t be left with Haya. the RL might not have even gone after Korra#because Lien-Hua went through the same thing as P’Li and the two of them would rationalise better together#I don’t think Lien would trust Unalaq at all. and her distrust is different from. for example. Ming-Hua’s natural snark#they might’ve payed more attention#and even if they didn’t and still left. again sotrl wouldn’t happen#Lien would be left with the girls and she’d seek out Zhi for help so it’d be closer to UtOS#and Midori would be a slightly different person too for a… different reason#I love Lien. she’s my beloved child but that’s why this story is a tragedy. she has to die. nothing would happen as it did if she hadn’t#she died and now she haunts the narrative#and it’s not even intentional bc when I came up with Suiren and Midori’s characters or sotrl’s storyline I hadn’t read LaF yet#well. I had. I read what was there before Kat continued it#but I didn’t really pay attention to Lien-Hua’s existence. like yeah. she was there and then she died and now P’Li’s the way she is#back then she didn’t influence the way I thought about my girls in any way#compared to now#now the way P’Li sees her nieces is forever shadowed by the loss of her sister#both as kids and adults. whether they’re happy or fighting#the first makes her remember her childhood before it was so abruptly ended#the latter makes her wonder if she and Lien-Hua would’ve ended up the same way#there is a tinge of resentment there. she wants to see her nieces as they are. not as what they parallel#she knows her sister is long gone. she’ll never see her again unless she wants to go into the fog of lost souls again#but the spirits can be as merciful as they are cruel#once. a girl was powerless to stop her sister’s death. 11 years later. the girl grew up and holds her newborn niece. filled with deja vu#because yes. Midori is Lien-Hua’s reincarnation#she was always so unexplainably drawn to her auntie. much more than Suiren was#so fond of the sun on her skin and spices in her food and the glow of a fire that it’s hard to believe she has no FN blood in her#she gets strange dreams of people she can’t know but feels like she does. of an oddly familiar red eyed girl. of a long time in a dark cell#losing her parents. Haya’s cruelty. her sister’s protection fill her with dread she swears she felt before. Why did it all happen again???
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jotx · 1 year
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no bigger jumpscare than seeing your own tumblr post on some D-tier instagram meme page's slideshow
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sansebastinae · 2 years
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currently in way too much pain to calculate hair values for fernando. pls have this
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perceabeth · 2 years
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anon is right you're one of the coolest ppl on here and they must truly be awful if they're bothering an old lady i hope you whack it out of them with your walking stick
I got my stick ready to chase u down n beat ya ass smh
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sea-myg · 1 year
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When does it end when do people just stop leaving and stay for once.
I am so tired of change i just want consistency. I want people who would choose me .
I feel like i owe an apology to everyone i have ever loved. I am sorry for being so sad and i am sorry for wanting you so much and i am sorry that i care too much till it gets suffocating and i am sorry for distancing myself because i could feel you hating me and i am sorry for reaching out you're probably busy and i never cross your mind . I am sorry that i love you and i am sorry that i can't stop ever .
I feel like i am five again . Moved to a new city and alienated in school , the girl who always shows what she's feeling on her face yet no one cares . And i feel seven when my only bestfriend moved to a different country and i had no one left who would understand me and go on play dates with me . I feel nine anxious about change almost breaking down because i had no friends again and i feel twelve watching three hundred teenagers ostracizing a child that had no clue what she did wrong . I feel fourteen crying for the first time in years in front of the whole class and asking why i was treated the way i was while the teacher watched in awe when all i needed was a little love , and i feel fifteen when my English essay was a suicide note yet all i got was a price for best essay for it .
Why do people act so blind.
Why do i long to be seen .
When will I grow up with people who would love me , always love me .
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withinthebrain · 5 months
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Memories
One last time, I turned back at the end of the gravel drive that led to my childhood home. The sign at the road's edge proudly declared "SOLD." While someone undoubtedly celebrated this exciting new chapter, a wistful melancholy seemed to envelop the land, pulling me into its nostalgic bubble.
Recollections flooded in as I surveyed the scene. I reminisced about my brother and me chasing frogs in the brook that meandered through the front yard. His mismatched boots stomped through the shallow water. Sometimes he leaped in with only one boot adorning his tiny, scratched-up foot as he would run out of them on his way down the hill. Perhaps it was these childhood antics that shaped his enduring recklessness and independence today.
The concrete bridge, a summer project with Dad in the dry creek bed, still stood resolute today. Back then, Dad was the unquestioned "boss man," and my brother and I gleefully assisted in mixing concrete and carrying boards for the forms. "Yes, boss man!" we giggled, reveling in our roles as helpers.
The landscape unfolded before me. Mama would love the autumn colors and the singing of wildlife. I envisioned Mama, her long hair haphazardly bundled in a messy bun, donning a garden apron- her tool belt- and tending to her beloved plants. The memory of her immersed in the garden lingered.
Ramshackle fence posts still marked the drive, triggering memories of my sister's adventurous spirit. Convinced she'd be the next Olympic gymnast, she practiced backflips atop the fence line, only to trade her dreams for a cast after an unfortunate fall. Yet, she is clearly better suited as the fancy scientist she is today.
Old growth trees, meticulously cared for by Dad, adorned the property. For me, these trees defined the landscape. I recalled the breathtaking views from the makeshift loft in the sycamore at the back of the house—a simple board nestled between branches, secured with a few nails. The tops of trees with my backpack of books or sketching materials was where I spent most of my childhood.
As I turned away, the SOLD sign glared at me. Ascending the gravel driveway for the final time, I gathered the bubble of cherished memories to carry with me on my journey. With a smile, I wished the new owners a lifetime filled with their own cherished memories.
Image inspo @chillydownhere2
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4x09 · 6 months
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Hamilton Laurens and September at Valley forge together… the winter of GOSSIP
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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months
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i've got seven missed calls and eight apologies in drafts and the thought of anyone wanting me makes me so afraid that i ask them to leave even when i want them to stay. inside my mind i am begging; please don't go— please love me anyways
grit, a poetry collection/ in image/ mayakovsky by frank o'hara/ sue zhao/ unknown / Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy / gone girl, gillian flyn/ Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day, Nikki Giovanni / supernatural season 12 ep 22 (thanks @count-woe-laf) / I Put The Coffin Out To Sea by Lisa Marie Basile/ Sorry by Halsey/ Sorry by Halsey / unknown
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vangoofy · 1 year
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my favourite cardinal sin is speaking czenglický as i try and develop my language skills better
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