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katverse · 5 months
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Hey! ✨ Today I'm sharing something different from my usual content with you! I just published a new blog post about my gaming journey. In the post, I talk about how I used to think that The Sims was the only game I could play because of my disability, and how wrong I was. Plus, I'm sharing my top 10 cozy games that I recommend for new gamers. I hope you'll enjoy reading it! Thanks for taking the time to check it out! 💛
I'd also love to know about your favorite cozy games? 🤓
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seeingivy · 4 months
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I will write something tomorrow (and do a poll again, bc this time I actually wrote everything I put in the poll)
(no one look at me bc I technically chose a different song for taylor as gojo but I digress)
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thequietsoliloquy · 12 days
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Day 6 of No Fomo
Still not interested in scrolling. I'm still somewhat miffed by the fact that things that felt so interesting to me before are not at all now that I'm not seeking them. Who am I and what did I do with my previous self? I started using Wikipedia rather than Youtube when I'm looking for information on something new, I never used to do that. Granted, I *wanted* to become that kind of person who reads the answers to my questions rather than watches them, but it still feels weird that it's happening after less than a week. It feels like the change is happening too fast and I struggle with adapting to it even though it's what I wanted to begin with. A lot of people talk about the discomfort of, you know, getting out of your comfort zone, but I don't think I've ever felt it that badly, and over something so small of all things! A lot of the changes I had to make in my life were much more dire than that and were overall so much more stressful, it was changing or possibly risking my life in the process. Is this what it feels like to make a change that is not needed but wanted from a position of safety and security?
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thereadersideofvee · 9 months
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It's my last night in my home. Bags are packed. Everyone else is asleep. Naturally, I can't sleep. And because I cannot carry all my things with me, I am sat here going through it for the last time. Turns out, I have a Lot of diary entries from the last 4 years, most of which I do not remember writing. Reading the thoughts and experiences of the 19 year old me feels so weird!! Reading about the "conversations" I used to have with a certain "someone" who is no longer a part of my life (for the absolute good) is making me question all of my life choices. Reading about my failed attempts at becoming an extrovert is giving me a good laugh. Reading about my first day of college and the "speech" I had written about it after now being graduated feels so surreal! Thinking about how that 19 year old girl had so many hopes for these past four years. And how none of what she had hoped for and wished for turned out to be true. But also about the dreams he hadn't dreamed yet, but is now on her way to fulfill them! I do not know how to process so many emotions. I have cried about leaving my home a lot in the last few weeks. But on my last day here, I'm numb. When I want to cry, no tears fall. When I don't want to, they fall like it's their sole purpose of existence (which it is but you get what I mean). I cried in front of my mother. I'm about to cry now. I'm gonna be a mess at the airport tomorrow. I know I can't 'have it all' but sometimes I pray really, really hard that I could. I don't know how I'm gonna live without my family. I don't know how I'm gonna survive without my brother. I don't know if I'll be living my dream or if everything will come crashing down. I don't know if I'll be able to survive the cut throat competition and succeed or I'll end up regretting all my choices. All I know is I have to trick my mind into being strong, I have to give my absolute freaking best, I need to keep trying, I need to hold it together and just hope that I don't lose all that I have now in the process. (cue tears)
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cassiocantdrink · 7 months
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so it looks like i'll be selling my sister's property. and on sunday, i send the prospective buyer 6 (six) (maybe 7, i forgot) documents concerning The Property, all containing her name and DOB.
his realtor has just sent me two prelim documents to be signed on this coming sunday, where HER NAME AND THE DOB are both fucking wrong!!! i mean.... (no, i have no words for it). and there is a legit shitton of bad grammar as well, like the very first para leaves it unclear who the actual seller is: me, my sister, or her attorney.
i mean... i like the buyer very much, he's a nice guy and smart to boot, he really wants this property, but the realtor.... i wonder what next. no, actually what i do wonder is whether i need a realtor of my own and whether i'm prepared to pay for it. okay i have my dad who worked as a corporate lawyer for many years, so there's some backup. except he's 91 and losing it a bit, so.... yikes.
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saranilssonbooks · 3 months
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Our brave attempt at learning the sorcery of colorig continue.
Also, I'm a morbid bit*h.
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dreamgirl37 · 1 year
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catmint1 · 9 months
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If you feel safe in the area you’re working in, you’re not working in the right area. Always go a little further into the water than you feel you’re capable of being in. Go a little bit out of your depth. And when you don’t feel that your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.
—David Bowie
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katastrophickim · 9 months
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My hair just keeps going darker and darker lol. Exploring out of my comfort zone 😍
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jam-and-spiders · 1 year
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Brain is exhausted, been drawing for 4 hours straight 😭😭 but it was so worth it!!!
I'm gonna even title this piece! It'll be... "00008887". Not that that number has any significance to anyone but me, haha <3
Lil' Hal, Auto-Responder, whatever, he's my favorite ❤️❤️
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labelleizzy · 1 year
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I wrote a song today!
Haven't done that since, uh, around 2011 when I was in grad school for the Waldorf teaching program.
This... Is a different kind of song than I would have written for grade school kids...
It's more than a little bit PUNK. And uh it references genitals. Okay the genitals are in the chorus AND the title of the song.
I want to post what I've got so far but I need a little encouragement please.
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lathalea · 2 years
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Little Bird
This is my first entry for the Armitage Summer Splash event. I'm really excited to share it with you - it's my first attempt at writing this particular character. Hope you'll enjoy it!
WEEK 1 - PROMPT 1
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Trope: Enemies to lovers Quote: “Did we make a mistake?” Relationships: Guy de Gisborne x OC (sort of... ;)) Rating: T
You can find this fic on AO3.
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Little Bird
“Did we make a mistake?” Little Bird’s whisper reaches him in the darkness. 
Guy feels the weight of her head resting on his chest. His fingers run through her tousled hair as he ponders the question. He does not know whether she refers to the day it all started – or yesterday. Perhaps she is thinking of those months when he chased her through the woods when he had thought her to be just another outlaw poaching in the king’s forest. Perhaps she even recalls that stormy night when he hid in one of the caves only to wake up to her blade pressed against his throat, but the only thing he could think of was the rich waves of her copper hair spilling down her shoulders. She must remember how her elegant beauty took his breath away. He recalls the astonishment he felt when he realised that she was the king’s niece, used to having the whole world at her command and taking what she wanted. And so this Little Bird of his commandeered the only thing Guy had never known he had. His heart, or rather – what was left of it. He still remembers how she smelled of rain and how her kisses tasted like peppermint that night. No, that was not a mistake. That night – and many others that followed whenever they could meet under the cover of the night – was like taking the first breath of air after staying under the water’s surface for too long. And that air was sweet and intoxicating, even more so due to their circumstances. 
They were too alike to stop these new, intense feelings that grew between them even though their dalliance was a dangerous game to play. Guy was ruthless, doing the Sheriff’s bidding without a blink of an eye, never wavering. Robinette was doing what she thought was right – without remorse. In the king’s forest, she hunted the game so that the local villagers would not starve – and sometimes the game turned out to be tax collectors or the Sheriff’s men. Yes, it complicated things between them, but it was not a mistake. He was certain.
She must be thinking about yesterday. To hell with yesterday. That muddy road, his stubborn horse, and the Sheriff complaining about the weather. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against the leaves. The whooshing sound of arrows piercing the air. It was an ambush and the forest outlaws were behind it. A fight ensued. Some of the soldiers escaped, but Guy stayed on even when an arrow hit his right shoulder. At that very moment, he heard a cry of anger and a hooded figure emerged from among the trees, a stray, copper lock of hair escaping from under the hood. His Little Bird. Lady Robinette of Brittany. Or rather, Robin Hood, as the peasants call their mysterious protector these days. It is a man’s world, after all. 
After that, the time seemed to speed up into a wild gallop. Guy will never forget the sound of Robinette’s sword clanking against the Sheriff’s blade. Warm blood trickled down from his own shoulder. A crossbow lay in the mud at the Sheriff’s feet. And then a sinking feeling grasped his throat when he noticed that a crossbow bolt was lodged in his flesh, not an outlaw arrow.
It was indeed fortunate for Guy that he knew how to fence using his left, uninjured arm. It was, however, not so fortunate for the Sheriff. The treacherous man fell into the mud with two gaping wounds in his body – one in his chest, the other one in his back. Guy exchanged a skewed smile with Robinette as they sheathed their swords. No words were needed.
And now Little Bird is in his arms again, soft and warm. Her hair smells like thyme and woodsmoke, and he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with her scent. Her question echoes in his ears and a wave of certainty washes over him.
“If we did make a mistake,” he hears his own voice. “We have to make amends.”
“What do you have in mind?” Robinette lifts her head, searching his face. “Shall we give ourselves up to the law? Shall we flee?”
“Marry me, Little Bird. Marry me and I…” he never finishes the sentence. 
Her lips taste like peppermint again.
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📜 Searching for more stories to read? Here is the masterlist for Week 1 for the Armitage Summer Splash event. 📜
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I made more (sorry Ozzy, Alice, Madison and Ron)
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B2 and B5 are by Magical Pouch again (dunno which socials again), C3 and E1 are by Heliocathus on Instagram and A2 and A1 are by Magical Pouch once again.
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imaquotee · 1 year
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out of sight,
out of mind.
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I’m almost done with the next thing I’m posting and I’m so excited but also very nervous to post, because it is different from what I’ve written so far!!
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owlslice · 8 months
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Meet Ebony (S/H)!
I tried something new today! I didn’t use my usual gauche (mix) today! I personally think this came out great :>
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