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shortbreadly · 6 months
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they did NOT approach you from across the room blitzo and they do NOT like your vibe
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gothic-mothic · 7 months
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A very long, very late, and very quiet car ride.
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daily-yttd-something · 2 months
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Day 181: Daily-YTTD-Something forgot to post yesterday
Originally titled ‘Pi(e) day’
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sluttyten · 5 months
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My afraid-of-romance ass has just been asked by another regular customer for my number and the stupid thing is that again I do think this guy is kinda cute and I really probably should say yes
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wwpbviiid · 3 months
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I don’t remember if this was addressed but if Melanie was spared from the Eyepocalypse by having blinded herself does that mean all blind people were similarly spared?
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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March 29th, 1985
“What about your other birthdays? What did you do?” Steve plays with Billy’s pendant as he lays on his chest. Presses closer like he's trying to hear Billy’s heartbeat. “Which was your favorite?”
Billy looks over at the clock. Squints.
7:30.
He sighs. Smiles. Twists a lock of soft brown hair around his finger before he rests his hand over Steve’s. Laces their fingers together. “Didn’t expect the Spanish fuckin’ inquisition this early in the morning, Stevie.”
“C’mon baby, ’m serious.” Steve twists until his eyes meet Billy’s. “I wanna know.” The you goes unsaid. Billy feels his heart skip. Finds himself wondering how he’d got so lucky. How he’d found himself waking up on his eighteenth birthday in Steve’s Harrington’s bed.
With Steve Harrington wrapped around him.
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getoutofmytardis · 4 months
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actually yeah i get the ‘maybe 15 was just pretending he’s ok now so 14 would stay home with donna’ thing bc like. i would absolutely give my 17 year old self a little kiss on the forehead and tell them it’s gonna be ok babe we get better. while also desperately needing a hug and therapy session from my 50 year old self.
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steveharrington · 1 year
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Took a peek at the swifties on twt or whatever tf they're called and holy shit they're insane insane. Crying about a person's personal life like it's a mf tv show, making up batshit theories. Saw someone tweet front pages of different magazines saying she's pregnant just cuz she has a stomach, completely body shaming her, but they were using that as "Proof" that the breakup didn't happen like ??? Do they not realize Taylor probably hates their asses?? She's rich she'll be fine ofc, but fuck that shit must be exhaustingg
it’s genuinely fascinating to me like. the phenomenon of people calling themselves “fans” and practically devoting their life to someone who they actually treat like shit. it makes me think of phoebe bridgers recently saying that her fans harassed her so aggressively online for daring to date a guy they don’t like, to the point where she straight up says “I, at one of the lowest points of my life, saw people who claim to love me fucking dehumanize me and shame me and fucking bully me” and i applaud her for saying it!! and like look i’m no fan of taylor swift and it’s hard for me to sympathize with celebrities on a lot of issues, but sometimes i try to imagine living a life where Everything you do is public and your “fans” comb through your instagram taking screenshots of dates and trying to match them to time signatures in your music videos and pick out colors of your tour outfits all to prove that your recent break-up is part of some Secret Message to them……like not just not having privacy, but your fans genuinely thinking every detail of your life is intended for their consumption. you’re literally nothing more than a product to them, no matter how much they claim to love you! and you still have to do meet and greets with them 😭
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simstoyourdismay · 1 month
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smoking key lime og 😝
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crmsndragonwngss · 3 months
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(via Instagram)
(Note: if you want tickets, get them now. Erra shows tend to sell out pretty quickly)
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usergrantaire · 3 months
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i don’t know how to explain to americans that they should also care about foreign policy
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samuraisharkie · 3 days
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due to Life Shit I kind of stopped drawing much about a year or two after I graduated high school bc I just kind of didn’t have the time or mental/emotional/physical capacity to fit it in, despite art being something I really want to be a part of my career. It kind of makes me sick to realize how much muscle memory I lost just from that time (I had only about a year and a half total of absolutely no art but that was enough. doesn’t help that during that time I seriously injured my hands) considering I’ve been drawing my entire life. I really wish things had not gone that way and that I could have kept going, but expectations were on me to do something else and any time I sat down to draw was treated as wasting time. There’s also something weird about recovering from severe trauma that kind of adjusts how you engage with a hobby you used as a coping mechanism, which Art very much was. I almost never drew vent art, but I used it to focus on something and make myself happy and proud of work I actually could do, and once I was out of the environments that funneled me into drawing (being forced to go to church, school, anything involving sitting down for a long period of time) I found less time to actually have an excuse. Someone bought me a single college course of art classes right out of high school, and I think that was where I COULD have had the opportunity to really get started if I had actually had the money to continue and the college hadn’t been so far away. After that course ended I didn’t have that excuse anymore. I used to draw in DeviantArt and Discord art groups, but those began to fall apart and soon I didn’t have that option either. After that I doodled but didn’t really create Full Pieces unless some friend asked it of me, and it was never a commission bc I’d never trained myself to get that sort of shit done without taking too long, so I’d always do it for free. So even that wasn’t a big motivator eventually. Now that I’m struggling for work after becoming more physically disabled after COVID, all that time I could have spent honing my art skills so I could do SOMETHING with my art really is weighting down on me. I have the option to do freelance work, illustrations, pet commissions, even things like cards and cookies. I’ve seen these avenues open up for me gradually, but I’ve lost the skills I built up that I need to actually make something I’m proud of. I’ve taken to tracing old art to try and remember my thought process and my “style”… but my memory was bad BEFORE the covid, and it’s worse now, and my brain fog makes it hard to focus even if I could get back on the train of thought. I don’t remember the construction that would be in my mind’s eye. I barely can keep a clear vision in my mind’s eye anymore, worryingly. I never had a crystal clear imagination, it was always sort of abstract, but I could see the lines, I could construct a scene. Now I have to focus hard to get any sort of detail clear in my head. It’s like if you tried to look directly into someone’s face in a dream, or put in a prompt in neural blender. So I have to adjust to performing the entire thought process physically, slowly and tediously trying to figure out what I’m imagining before I can really get started. Those old art tutorials for constructing shapes and bodies and such just aren’t coming naturally anymore so I have to dredge deep into my mind to remember which advice helped “click” the best and knowing it might not do it this second time around. It’s like if you forgot how to ride a bike. It was something natural to you, you could even get started haphazardly and distracted and still be able to tell where you were going and not fall over or trip on yourself, but now it’s like you have to focus on each step and it constantly feels like it’s taking everything you have to not crash. I’m glad I can start drawing again, but it hurts that something so huge in my life has been turned into this. I’ve ranted about it before it’s just easier to notice when you’re not sketching out people’s pets or doing super stylized doodles.
#I didn’t know you could max out a ‘text block’ on tumblr also. my indication to stop LOL#long post#vent#kind of. I’m not like super angsty abt it I’m just sad that I have to spend more time remembering#instead of actually accomplishing anything with my dreams. I’m 26 and there’s 18 year olds living my fucking dream yknow#I know you don’t have a certain age requirement for art but I also know you never stop improving#and being set back before I was even proud enough to set prices for my work is kind of devastating#I just love art. I want to be an animator or something involve with creative concepts.#I want to make things I’m proud of. but what used to come easily now feels like chewing nails#the metal ones not the cartilidge. anyway#I know I’m kind of hard on myself but it’s hard not to be when you’re surrounded by people with such talent#and it feels like you’re running behind when you see people getting to their dreams so much sooner than you.#I know it’ll happen but it hurts sometimes remembering what I used to imagine id be doing at this age#and realizing past me probably had more of a chance at these careers than I do right now bc of brain damage and physical and mental issues#it’s not confirmed if I have brain damage but like. I can tell something is different.#it’s not like they’d be able to diagnose it by now or even that it’d change anything#I just have to keep going and keep trying. it’s just discouraging and frustrating#I wish I could summon all the memories from my brain back up so I could feel happier about my art#I’m happy to have the chance to start drawing again don’t get me wrong. I still like to draw. it’s just.#I can tell the difference between how it was and how it is now and it makes me mourn#ough I wish I still had a therapist lmao. Deb get the fuck back here you traitor.
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woundedheartwithin · 6 months
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According to my insurance, appealing a denied claim can result in two different outcomes:
❌ appeal granted and claim approved in app
❌ appeal denied and letter sent in mail
✅ secret third thing (appeal and claim both ignored entirely)
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vroomian · 1 year
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I'm so intrigued by the possibilities of merit/villain. Who doesn’t like an enemies-to-lovers-to-still-enemies (and all variations)? I say, if Merit wants to fuck the evil old man, let her fuck the evil old man. Who are we to say no?
Merit: oh noooo the evil old beefcake wants to fuck me nasty in exchange for our lives, how terrible ~
Vel: ….you’re not fooling anyone.
Merit, tugging open her shirt and musing her hair: I have no idea what you mean, wife of mine <3. I’ll be back in a week don’t wait up
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miahasahardname · 2 years
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the creators of ace attorney are epic. and if they were to reveal miles as canonically gay, they would do it during pride month and just make it. super casual.
just, a regular tweet, saying something like:
“guess who’s coming out the closet! that’s right — it’s miles! he’ll always be our same old prideful edgeworth!”
because of course they would reference that one moment in bridge to the turnabout. you just know it.
anyways that was my stupid thought of the day.
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joyfuladorable · 1 year
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My one big problem with Turtles Forever is the fact that Karai helps Ch’rell like what the fuck girl
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