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THE GOOD PLACE 4.09 | The Answer
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thebookwormlife · 20 days
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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
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thebookwormlife · 26 days
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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 
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thebookwormlife · 1 month
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All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.
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thebookwormlife · 1 month
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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thebookwormlife · 2 months
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I really love the way they have written Sally and Percy’s relationship in the show. Sally being the mom of a neurodivergent kid and feeling like shes constantly failing. Her being isolated because she doesnt have anyone to talk to about this as a single parent. And she makes mistakes, she feels human. Then we have Percy feeling like a burden to his parent. He cant understand why none of his parents want him around even though its for his wellbeing. It’s so heartbreaking but so real.
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thebookwormlife · 2 months
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ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL
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thebookwormlife · 2 months
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The patriarchy really does win because how can Oscar voters nominate Ryan Gosling as Ken but not nominate Margot Robbie as Barbie and Greta Gerwig for directing?
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Very happy that America Ferrera got a nomination though, she deserved it!
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thebookwormlife · 3 months
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You know how everyone has heard a slightly different version of the same Greek myth? Like there’s a version we’re Icarus falls in love with Apollo and there’s a version were he knows the wings aren’t gonna hold but keeps flying anyway and a version were he doesn’t hear his fathers warning. In one version of the story, Athena is punishing Medusa, in another she’s giving her a gift. There’s a story where Hades kidnaps Persephone and one where he helps her escape from her mother. All the same myths but told in different ways depending on who tells them and to whom. Slightly different morals to gain from them but always the same basic concept.
And I just think it’s so fitting that the same is happening with the pjo show. Details change! In this version, Annabeth’s dad loves her from the beginning. In this version, they enter Medusa’s house knowing who she is. And this changes the meaning to reflect the time in which the story is told, and the people who tell it. Myths are meant to be retold again and again, thats the beauty of them. It doesn’t mean that one version is better than the other. And I love that Rick Riordan said I’ve told this story before, but what do I want to say this time? And he squeezes so much meaning into it!
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thebookwormlife · 3 months
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thebookwormlife · 3 months
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crushes of 2023: glen powell
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thebookwormlife · 3 months
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Fairytale
A/N: Based on this prompt requested by an anonymous person, if you see this, I love you, thanks for requesting! 🎄❤️
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Holiday prompts ⛄️
11. Nice
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem. reader
Word count: 870
CW: Insecure reader, reader wears a dress.
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There’s always this moment before going to the Avengers' parties, as you are in the middle of getting ready, where you start second guessing if what you are wearing is fine. Is the dress you've chosen too much or not enough? Is it too formal, or have you missed the mark on the dress code? Whatever it is, though, you are stuck with your choice since behind you, meeting your eyes with nothing but love and admiration, Bucky keeps saying how gorgeous you look. If only you could see with his eyes the way your dress makes you glow. There’s no way he would let you change, not when you look like that.
As you wait for your car to arrive, in the middle of a cold Brooklyn street where you feel like the street lights shine on you like a spotlight, you can’t help but feel self-conscious from the way you look. “Everybody’s looking at me.” You whisper against Bucky’s shoulder, trying to hide from prying eyes.
Truth is, there aren’t as many peaky lookers as you think there are; your mind plays tricks against you as you pull and tug the fabric, Bucky’s arm working as a shield against the rest of the world.
“That’s ‘cause you look stunning, doll.” He reassures you still, with a tender kiss pressed against your forehead, and when you look up to protest him, to tell him how you definitely missed the dress code, the only spotlight that matters is the one reflecting the admiration in Bucky's eyes.
"I still feel like it's too much," you insist, cheeks tinted with a rosy hue.
“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Bucky stands before you, grabbing your arms softly to make you look at him, his fingers traveling up and down your arm when your eyes meet his. “I promise you, you are the most stunning woman that has ever graced this earth.”
"Bucky..." you roll your eyes, but his smirk and laughter reassure you.
“I’ve been here a while, I know what I’m saying.” He concludes with a smirk that makes you laugh too. “I swear, you look perfect. So perfect, that when we get back home, I’ll make sure the whole building will hear the way I-”
“Excuse me,” a tiny voice interrupts your giggles, tugging at Bucky’s leg from somewhere close to the floor. The voice matches a little girl no more than six, who looks up at you with her eyes shining like Christmas lights.
“Hi there,” He greets with a surprised smile. “Are you okay? Are you lost?” Bucky adds immediately, the worry that washed over his voice making your heart feel warm.
“No, I’m not lost, I saw you from there..” she points at a corner from where a woman runs towards you, most likely her worried mother. “And I ran so fast! Because I-” She stops when she sees you looking at her, her eyes instantly shying away as her hand gestures to Bucky to crouch down until he reaches her height. “I wanted to say hi to the princess.” As she whispers, Bucky’s smile becomes gradually wider until it reaches his ears. “If she is your girlfriend can you tell her I say hi, please?”
Bucky looks at you with the fondest look he’s ever shown. “Why don’t you tell her, I’m sure the princess would love to hear it.” They exchange a look, Bucky encouraging her as she takes a step towards you.
“Hi princess,” she speaks up to you as you almost melt from how cute this little girl was, trully believing she was seeing a real-life fairytale princess. “You look really pretty.”
“Oh my- I-” You stutter a bit, getting flustered by the second. Words begin to fail you, but you are not one to break a little girl’s fantasy. “Thank you very much, so do you.” You notice she's all dressed up too, probably heading to a party too.
Her eyes light up and she takes your hand. “I want to be a princess when I grow up, just like you!”
“I’m sure you are going to be a wonderful princess.” You assure her, just as her mother arrives with a thousand apologies as she takes the girl away.
“Don’t worry about it,” You tell her with a wave, discarding all her worries.
“You are so nice, hopefully she will become like you one day, this little munchkin.” The munchkin in case can’t stop laughing as she is dragged away by her mother, who can’t do much but shout her goodbyes: “Goodbye princess! And goodbye handsome prince!”
Bucky stands up again as you both laugh at the moment, and when he meets your eyes again and his hands find yours to intertwine, he repeats his words again: “I told you: beautiful.”
"For all I know, you hired that girl," you playfully accuse, a light-hearted tease escaping your lips as you pull him closer with a smile that dissolves into a kiss. His own smile meets yours, letting go of your hands to hold your waist instead, erasing any distance that could be between you.
The sound of a car horn interrupts the tender exchange, and you part with shared smiles and love-filled eyes. For all he cares, in his eyes you are a fairytale princess, too.
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Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!
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thebookwormlife · 3 months
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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
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I am risking nothing
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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
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sorry followers :(
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thebookwormlife · 4 months
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So what brings you to therapy?
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thebookwormlife · 4 months
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Phil Dunster in Hannah Waddingham: Home for Christmas
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thebookwormlife · 4 months
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