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poisonedfate · 1 month
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bbc merlin - 03x05 The Crystal Cave
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 1 month
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did you know? all yarn tatses bad. no yarn tastes good. you can try it but i warned you
I DID know that! Somehow, in my time as one who casually crochets, I have tasted yarn at least three times. It was not good :(
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dysgeographica · 10 months
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dysgeographica culture is almost having a panic attack in your car in the parking lot of a place you’ve been going to for years because there isn’t enough cell service to load google maps and you have no idea how to get back home on your own.
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guccigarantine · 9 months
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SPHENE IS THE AI AMBASSADOR?????????????
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beannary · 10 months
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Oh my god I just realized that tlp au is almost seven months old now what the fuck
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wolfsnape · 9 months
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Everyone who followed me recently for Indiana Jones/X-Files content isn't ready to discover that I'm actually a MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER
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vodka-and-ocs · 1 year
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bobfloydsbabe · 5 months
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it's my birthday in a week.
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im-tempted · 7 months
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No one understands the inherent body horror of donated blood the way I do
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ratongue · 1 year
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I FORGOT ARTHUR WAS A FUCKING TUMBLR SEXYMAN IM GONNA PISS MYSELF
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kalevalakryze · 1 year
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A Loth Cat! With Complex Human Emotions!
“With a quiet groan, Bo shifted against the couch, pulling her leg off of Satine and instead shifting to curl up against the blonde’s side. She was bigger now than the last time she’d sought affection in the same manner, but her Ori’vod’s arm still wrapped close around her after a moment of sleepy hesitation.”
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lettuceish · 8 days
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golly gosh, i'm seventeen
bubblewrap your cars guys I'm legally allowed on the road
here's to another solar return xx
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inkskinned · 10 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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foundfamilywhump · 4 months
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the question, you see, is not ‘is it too ooc for this character to cry’ but rather ‘what circumstances would push this character to cry’
this is the whump wisdom, go forth and make that character cry
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ahdor · 2 months
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uh oh I'm an adult
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redsray · 3 months
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I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.
Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?
Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.
Socialite: Uh... what?
Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.
Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?
Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^
Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.
Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.
Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?
Damian: Red.
Socialite: Oh that's lovely!
Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.
Socialite: Oh.
Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.
Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.
Socialite: Worse.
Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.
Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.
Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.
Tim, behind her: I can vouch.
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