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august-taylors-version · 11 months
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“and i think mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
there's something so excellent about the idea of disappearing to some abandoned lighthouse placed on a misty cliff, roiling ocean waves crashing against jagged rocks metres below, evergreen trees slowly fading into slippery boulders and greyish sand, a tiny rowboat rocking back and forth on a stormy, wild, unrelenting sea. an oil lantern in a weathered hand, isolation and solitude giving way to a pleasant state of mind that, while utterly bizarre, is still wonderful in its own way. humming sea shanties you heard from some mad old sailor years ago under your breath, the lyrics long forgotten but the tune still wandering in circles around in the back of your mind, your voice hoarse from disuse. homoerotic internal monologues playing out dramatically in your thoughts, for you have spent far too long in your loneliness and now you have come to romanticise your life just a tad too much, though there really isn't much wrong with that at all. it would be a life of warm herbal tea, of thunderstorms and folk music, of cosy knit sweaters, of everlasting nights and gloomy days, of faded photographs of those lost at sea, of crying and laughing and smiling and breathing in the salty air, filling your lungs with life. i long for a life of solitude.
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Have you heard about cute aggression? Like it's this feeling when we want to squeeze or bite or behave... Aggressively when we see something cute.
And everything is clear now.... Kylo just can't contain himself seeing Hux.
Kylo: omg so cute i need to choke him
Hux: nopleasedon't
And he realized that he is in fact harming him. And we really don't want to harm the cute thing. So that's why he has this outbursts bc if he can't squeeze Hux he will just demolish the ship.
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heytheredelulu · 4 days
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The name’s Stark, Sj Stark.
Welcome to my blog.
I’m a 31 year old aspiring author with a love for all things Marvel.
By day I’m a mother & wife, working a 9-5 and by night I write smutty fanfiction for the beautiful people of the internet.
I’ve been in my field of work for many moons now & while I absolutely love what I do, my dream since I was a kid has always been to write a book.
So here I am, procrastinating again while I indulge myself by writing MCU fanfiction.
I’ve been enthralled with the MCU since I first saw Spiderman in 2002 when I was 10 and only became more and more obsessed with the release of Iron Man in 2008 when I was 16. Spiderman and Iron Man are my two great loves (aside from my two children of course), going as far as having the arc reactor tattooed on my body.
Maybe one day I’ll finally sit my ass down and write that novel I always say I’m working on.
But for now, it’s a beautiful day to save eyes..
and a perfect night to write smut.
xoxo
💋 Sj
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batshikns · 11 days
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me ever so PAICENTLY waiting until m 16 ur sm shit so i can be good at drawin like all those ADULT artists becas i am a pepl pleasr
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lemonleafloser · 5 months
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Simultaneously the greatest and worst invention in all history of vaginakind…..
A tampon… which is also a vibrator.
I will be taking no further questions at this time.
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carladuquette · 2 years
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I’ve been having a lot of THOUGHTS about Lu and Carla’s friendship recently, so bear with me.
(Does anyone still care about the og Elite characters? Probably not. Is that stopping me? Not in the slightest!)
Carla and Lu are kind of opposites in many ways, but here’s one more: Carla’s big issue is that people always want/need sth from her. Polo basically consistently needs her as his pillar of strength while they’re together, then he wants her to come back to him, then he needs her to hide the murder. Samu wants the truth abt Marina, then he wants her to tell the truth in court. Her parents need her to be the girl they can pimp out to save the biz, Yeray wants her to be this vision he’s had of her for years, the ornament to show everyone he’s made it. Everyone always wants sth.
Lu is the exact opposite- her issue is that people don’t want her, or not the full, real her. Guzman doesn’t want her, not really, no matter how hard she works to make him. Her father only wants her as long as she conforms to this picture he has of her: Perfect student, perfect daughter. As soon as she stops conforming, he makes it very clear the family doesn’t want her anymore. Even Valerio pretty much tells her “I saw the person you really are and now I don’t want you anymore.” She gets tossed aside and rejected by everyone who’s important to her.
And the sad part is, they do this to each other, too. First, Lu is pushy to Carla about how she should behave in her relationship. She wants Carla to do what SHE, Lu, thinks is right. Then After Marina, she wants Carla to open up to her, be close with her again, because they supposedly were best friends before this (sth we don’t see much of but are told flat-out).
Carla doesn’t seem to really care much for Lu’s friendship anymore once she gets started with the throuple. And After Marina, she sends the clear message that she doesn’t want Lu in her life. She has to get rid of her because Lu would push until she found out her secret, so of course Carla cannot let her close, but Lu doesn’t know that. She can just tell she’s being rejected, again, this time by her best friend.
Carla always has all these expectations on her and Lu constantly gets the message that she isn’t wanted. That constellation makes it really hard for them to be friends, even without murder and secrets: Purely by virtue of their opposite situations, Carla is bound to be more dismissive w any “demands” she can afford to be, and Lu is bound to be pushy and demanding because she’s learnt that people are bound to reject her and she’s trying to counter it preemptively (subconsciously of course).
And that’s the heartbreaking Ballad of Lu and Carla.
thanks for listening to this first and not making me feel like i was crazy, @asthmaticsarcasticasshole
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mifink · 13 hours
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"sometimes you have to be a little mentally ill to get mentally well" so i'm going to speedrun (stu)dying for my math exam tomorrow by ignoring my mental state, urge to relapse and simply telling myself "this too shall pass" and "i have miles to go (a hell ton of planimetry to understand) before i sleep"
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candyfl3sh · 9 months
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Hi! My name is Klara and I’m 15 yo from Sweden. I’ll be using this blog to post things I find on the internet that I like, my own style and things as well as various life bits. I hope you’ll enjoy.
The picture is the cover from Ruby Jean Jensen’s book Annabelle
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palfriendpatine66 · 5 months
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Just randomly, with zero prompting, remembered that Vampire Diaries episode when Klaus slaughtered everyone while O Holy Night played dramatically (I hate him, but absolute boss status) and anyways, if this wouldn’t make a great Anakin moment I don’t know what would
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raekensarcher · 1 year
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can u do all??
hells yes (for the sake of my brain i am just putting emojis)
✨: my first fic!!!! i wish people would give it more credit. also the religious one
💘: again, like, all of them. i am my own worst critic
💫: how you interpret my work!! if you point things out that i hadn’t even thought of before!!
🌈: i did struggle the most with my newest fic. the plot and first chapter was written and rewritten a handful of times before it got to what it is now
🦋: most insecure about people not liking my interpretation of things. always worried i’m not seeing the characters how everyone else sees them and it won’t be liked.
🌻: writers block fr. my brain jus stops working. what keeps me going is that i love writing, i can just shut my brain down and type and end up with 3k words like nothing even happened. i love it.
🌿: creating makes me feel powerful idk like writing is such an escape , even when most of my writing is projection, it feels better to put it on someone else and something else. it gives me a chance to breathe and to think about things
🍉: like i said, projecting. it helps in terms of being able to sort things out, to problem solve. if i can figure it out for my characters, i can figure it out for myself. it helps
🎀: my writing has improved significantly since i was 14/15. i really love the writing style i’ve settled on.
🎈: again, big on imagery and behind the scenes things. love it.
🎉: dude?? every time i post a fic i lay down and read it and feel proud of myself. always celebrate your work!!! always!!!
💞: the most important part of the story, to me, is being able to picture it. when i write things i want to be able to see it in my head, i don’t want unanswered questions. i want to be able to feel what the characters are feeling and be there with them u know? i am a sucker for imagery and racing thoughts. i want to be in the characters head.
💝: definitely my first one. was super worried ab posting that one.
🤍: first big one/religious one. for sure.
🕯️: probably my religious one and the one i did about theo and his guilt. lots of projection, like, so much. but it wasn’t difficult to write so much as hard to realize what i was writing? and ig just recognize how much i was hurting.
💥: theo guilt fic!!! deserves more reads and credit. it’s sad but it’s probably the most honest theo i have ever written.
🍭: i started writing as a diary type of thing. it helps to smash a keyboard instead of anything else.
💎: it makes me feel better,, and if i write something that someone else connects with??? i feel wonderful.
📡: i think writing is important because it’s giving people a voice u know? like even if it’s just fandom things, people are being creative and allowing themselves to dive into a different reality to build new things. it’s fun!!
🪄: i honestly don’t have, like, a set routine or anything after i finish something? aside from going through and reading it as a ftr, i kind of just sit there and hope everyone loves it
🎙️: oh god that’s a lot of pressure shsgjdhfk i think the zoo one maybe? it’s something that’s up to interpretation for everyone and we’re never actually gonna know what happened. i would love to hear everyone else’s thoughts n opinions on it
🤲🏼: peace of mind, actually. my writing is me trying to sort out my own problems, if i’m solving the issues for my characters i’m solving the issues for myself
💋: YES!!! i don’t typically leave comments bc my brain is scrambled but when i have and it involves a question then yes absolutely i would love to hear back
☯️: i think communication in fandom is healthy and it’s so fun to make friends on tumblr/twitter/etc. i’ve made a few since joining tw tumblr and i can say it’s been a great experience so far. some of my best friends (of 4+ years) are ones i made through fandom. they’re family to me
🧿: honestly? if something isn’t getting the response i would like then i just try to forget about it hagdjfj i care too much about what people think and i’m trying to care less about that. i write for me, if someone else happens to like it then yay but if not then it isn’t the end of the world.
💌: current wip things?? i’ve just got the one big one and i swear i’ll have a chapter update for it soon i’ve just been dealing with a lot of family issues lately. new chapter soon though!! i have plans :)
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mellowpisces · 6 months
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grieving a friendship i never thought i would ever have to grieve, yet here we are.
but i can’t keep giving all of me for none of them in return. and it’s the fact that you’re on social media, you’re out with other friends & you watch my stories? but you can’t text me back? it’s literally giving you don’t give a fuck about me.
and my problem is… i care way too much about people. ESPECIALLY my friends. i’m always the one checking up and making people feel comfortable, but i don’t get that in return unless i do it first.
this is why i have friendship ptsd 🥲 i just want at least 2 genuine friends that i can count on & feel completely comfortable with. i’m grateful to at least have one right now. 🙏🏽
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lizzy-innet · 7 months
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Welcome to the chaotic library!
I’m Elizabeth, the head librarian (?) I think atleast, I’ve been given the keys and told to go batshit. I’m a ( maybe?) feral gremlin left without adult supervision and like shiny things
If you made it this far, I demand prompts and or recommendations, and I shall return. Thank you.
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behind-thebrowneyes · 9 months
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45 more lbs just need to make a good couple more lifestyle changes and Ik I can drop it. I weigh myself every time little lady has a dr appts (they leave the scales on in the rooms) and I had a realization….I’ve lost 100lbs since having her. It’s crazy what a healthy relationship, environment, and some lifestyle changes will do for you. Just kinda dawned on me today that I’ve lost that much. I don’t feel nor look like it at all but still crazy to me. Slowly but surely I shall get to the lifestyle I want/crave.
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auntyproton · 1 year
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Breadcrumbs and Balls of String
How do you find your way through a metaphor?  
In an appropriately science-fictiony version, I have often thought of life as being the Voyager spacecraft.  Long years in the frozen black broken by frantic moments of activity in dangerous environments.  
In what might be an appropriate fantasy-ish version, I have also thought of life as the Black Maze.  Imagine the Backrooms only all walls and floors are absolute light absorbing black.  You cannot see the walls, you cannot see the floor, and you cannot see when the floor falls out beneath you.  You can only feel your way along and for all you know gravity itself is wrong.  You could be walking on a wall or the ceiling and wouldn’t know it until you fell.  
The interstellar probe is my metaphor for loneliness, the Black Maze for depression.  I realize now I was trying to conceptualize being autistic, to run the unconscious knowledge through the Metaphorizer circuits to put it in symbols.  It didn’t help in either condition, but it gave it a thoughtform.  So it was a Thing that could be thought about and manipulated and re-contextualized.  
I may not be able to name these things as their true selves thanks to the alexithymia but I can make them into symbols.  At least then they have a form enough to squish.  
Not the first time I’ve done it.  Remind me to explain someday about my idea that cyborgs are the Green Men of the technosphere.  
The Voyagers are on an eternal journey, and now that they have left our solar system they likely won’t encounter another solid object ever again in their existence.  It is entirely possible -- probable, even -- that they will still be travelling in a straight line when Sol reaches the red giant phase and destroys Earth.  They will outlive the planet that created them.  
The Black Maze... well.  A mind can be divided into smaller and smaller rooms, and the mind trapped inside them unable to find a way out.  There are times I’ve become more and more frantic, trying to find keyholes that were never there.
I call it “hamsterwheeling” -- running at top speed and getting nowhere.  At some point, you’ve got to stop and say to yourself “what’s keeping me here?  Why do I think I can’t stop?”
So many times it’s because someone else said so.  And because we’re afraid to take that first step. And we’re afraid of what others will think of us.   And we’re afraid of the unknown.  
The unknown is my home.  And Voyager navigates by the stars.  
My last day of work at the phone job will be Friday.  
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rambling-gremlin · 8 months
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there’s something about the Unknown or Eldritch or Beyond or whatever you call It by that I find so enchanting. I know so little for It is so far beyond what I can grasp but yet oh,,, do I long for it. I am unable to comprehend It yet for some unfathomable reason I’m so utterly infatuated by It. It invokes such a strong sense of horror but yet a deep strange comfort. It is inevitable and there is no way to lose It. I feel It’s presence in that odd state of not awake but yet still aware of the happenings around me. In those moments where I feel a deep yearning for something I can’t quite place. In the times of extreme Deja Vu. It is as loving as much as something as Other as It is will be.
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ngwun · 2 years
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Kay so this has been haunting my dreams tonight so i gotta share i just saw it wobbling around in my dreams clumsily i cant- lost my shit
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Probs not how it works but goddamn i was laughing hard when i saw this one on lil stand legs
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