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#okay but consider
I love Hortensia but I ALSO love Fulvia for not putting up with mean girl shit. They are equal and opposite icons in my book.
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(Fulvia, by Celia Schwartz, chapter 4)
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 2 years
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Rose: I am being tortured with visions.
Kanaya: What Visions?
Rose: Dijion mustard.
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giffingthingsss · 1 year
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Condensed Commentary: The Forgotten
David Goodman, Chris Black, and Connor
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It's about that time where I start craving a relationship despite the fact that I have enough problems to hit tumblrs post limit
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mikewheelertmmoved · 2 years
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@rangersinclair​​​ rolled the dice ;;  💏 [ rng: 19. for luck. ]  ⸻  (  * get your kisses.  )
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          HE WAS PLAYING WITH FIRE,  that much Mike was well aware of,  there was more than just trouble if anyone  ( rather the wrong people )  was to find out,  and yet there was a part of him that didn’t care,  at least in the moment,  after all when he got something in his mind there wasn’t much that could have him change it.    Attentive gaze making sure the few people still loitering outside the gym weren’t paying any attention as he quite literally dragged Lucas around the building,  slender fingers wrapped around the other’s wrist.    Stopping only when they were out of sight from everyone,  a hint of mischief gleaming behind deep brown hues when he turned to look at Lucas,  and a easy & yet affectionate smile graced his featured for a beat longer.
          ❝  Well,  I couldn’t let you get on the court without wishing you good luck,  right  ?  ❞    A playful edge laced within his tone,  a question that didn’t really need an answer,  due to such thing and true to his nature,  Mike didn’t give much time for the other to answer before he was bringing his free hand to the cheek,  leaning over to press a chaste,  and yet lingering kiss against Lucas’ lips.    ❝  Give them hell.  ❞    A whispered teasing inches apart from the other,  another brief kiss stolen before Mike was pulling back,  letting go of Lucas,  reluctantly so.    ❝  How was that for a good luck kiss,  huh  ?  ❞
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paleode-ology · 2 years
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I truly want to write for martina and kate but unfortunately am living in a state of writers block atm why is this my life
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catmask · 7 months
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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voidoffline · 3 months
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!This is a drawing! Not a screenshot!
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This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)
(This is the next build of mine that I will draw)
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aroacearchangel · 6 months
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hey. do whatever you want btw. it’s your identity. kiss people for fun. enjoy sex. nobody’s stopping you. being aro and/or ace doesn’t mean you have to be repulsed by romantic or sexual activities if you don’t want to.
and also! things only mean what you meant them to mean. you can have platonic sex and platonically make out with your friends. it’s true. just be sure to communicate so that everyone involved understands and you’re good.
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wistrearchived · 7 months
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fragmentary memories, a mosaic of carnage. it has been quite some time since chaos has adorned kira's visage in their entirety, for it has been long since they have found the need to engulf their mind. it was often that rage is what awakens them, if not kira's own will resorting to such measures. though their senses are sharper, they are close to their magic so craving for pandemonium amidst the sorcerer's own ambition, it was such a dangerous combination. they descend into the trees once again from their flight, their towering form beginning to shrink somewhat so that they did not completely eclipse the light from the zaterran as they approach. four, titanous raven wings disturb the grass 'pon which they land, creating gusts of wind in their descent.
chaos does not come empty handed, bringing with them a body of an enemy in between their beak. the target they had been going after, item sought hopefully still in tact. the boon of the monster's conquest is dropped to the ground, a low rumbling in the cavern of their chest, almost cooing. ❛    sy ... zoth.     ❜  their voice sounds like a hushed chorus of whispers, but kira's was the loudest amidst the others. their beak nudges it towards syzoth ... as though in offering? for him.
@zaterraun / summoned chaos!
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inkskinned · 5 months
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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daylightflaneuserie · 10 months
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essay plan this structured format that i come up with philosophy arguments the way God intended: unhinged rants into my notes app at 3am
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comradekatara · 5 months
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2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)
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neapenning · 9 months
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Mixed "nuts" 🥜
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mothmothwoth · 2 months
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Welcome home neighbor! It’s so quiet
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hoofpeet · 3 months
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Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah
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