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I am @the-microscopic-dragon should anyone want to go check that out. Not that I ever bothered keeping up with two blogs, but I’m probably permanently ditching this one now in favor of that one. So long, and thanks for all the fish.

#farewell if anyone actually sees this #or not i mean you could just come say hey to me at the other blog #im still here and existing and all #writing weird stuff and making bad puns #life as usual

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Winter is coming

I walk amidst the first flecks of ice this winter, not big enough yet to slick the path I tread on.

I breathe the first crystals into the air and watch the white cloud roll around me, transparent and faint, the first breath of the season.

I catch the first flake on my tongue.

I watch the second melt on my hand, a perfect droplet left behind.

I see the first trees sag under the weight of their snowy burden.

I swirl my arms and the first angel is born.

I place first in the race down the slope.

I shoot first in the snowball fight, and of course it's friendly fire.

Fire, yes, there's that too. I sit in front of yule logs and light cinnamon candles, watching the flames dance.

Smoke curls up out of chimneys draped in lights that float in jaunty arcs across houses outside and in.

Evergreen boughs wreathe the frosty windows leaking warmth and cheer and the smell of fresh baked cookies.

Gingerbread houses adorn the mantles, towering over stockings waiting to be stuffed.

The house grows quiet and the hearthfire is put out for the night.

Oats on the roof, cookies and milk on the small table by the tree decked in globes of sparkling color and pinpricks of light, the skirt beneath waiting to be filled.

Tomorrow, this room will fill with family and the floor will grow flowers made of wrapping paper and children's laughter.

But tonight, it waits silently for the jingle of sleigh bells and the thud of boots. For the rustle of a sack and the crunch of cookies, the sip of milk and the sigh that follows. For the sound of hooves on the roof and a jolly chuckle, and the sound of bells again.

Tonight, it's Christmas Eve.

#christmas eve #christmas #merry christmas #merry xmas #short story #i guess? #idk i wrote this instead of passing english

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“The director of the first film, Andrew Adamson, was very focused on preserving real emotion, on seeing things for the first time, and having, like, a real sense of wonder.“ 

“So he didn’t actually show me the set of Narnia where the lamppost is until we shot it. I was blindfolded and guided into my place, and he told me to just walk around, that the camera would follow me.”

“And so I turned around and I saw it for the first time. It was in a studio but it was ri-dic-ul-ous-ly real. I couldn’t get my head around it. And so what you see is my real reaction to everything. It was incredible.”

Source

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meirl

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Happy Halloween! To celebrate, I’ve dumped 15 of my favourite mini horror short stories on Imgur, including unreleased material that’s not supposed to come out for a couple months. Here are 7 stories from that set! The rest are here: https://imgur.com/gallery/dUkk6

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The Hill

Each lungful of frigid air is full of tiny pinpricks, stabbing you awake as you stumble through the dark. The snow crunches beneath your feet, and every barefooted step feels like walking on broken shards of glass as you plunge through the icy top layer. You haven’t looked down to see if they’re bleeding, and they’re too numb to tell otherwise. The wind screams past you, blowing your hair in front of your face and ripping through the thin pajamas you’re wearing, and your body is wracked with shivers again. Your teeth are chattering, always chattering, and your fingers are wrapped so tightly around your arms you can feel them leaving bruise marks, but you press on, on up the endless hill towards the cloudy sky that shoots small crystalline daggers into your eyes that crust on your eyelashes and make even trying to see painful. You grit your teeth, and march on to the light over the crest of the hill. The higher you climb the steeper it gets, and you have to pry your fingers off your arms to use your hands to climb, and now any semblance of warmth they had provided is gone. Hand over hand, foot over foot, you’re crawling now, snow in every crevice, every fold. You drag yourself to the top, almost all numb now, gasping shards of ice and shuddering. Down below, you see the beacon you’ve been aiming for all this time, a soft yellow glow over the cruel pale sheets. You spare a glance behind you, and curse the sight of the dark smear you’ve left in your wake, almost mockingly sharp in its contrast against the smooth white expanse. Lying on your stomach still, you’re not sure you can stand anymore. It’s so close now, you can almost hear the music floating out from the little cabin. You sit up and raise your head to call for help, but the ice has fractured your voice, and all that comes out is a hoarse whisper, even that dampened by the soft silence of the snowfall. Defeated, you let go. There’s warmth, now, for the first time in a long time. As you pitch forward, eyes locked on the happy glow down the hill, everything fades to black.

Light. Yelling. Black.

Light. Warm. Black.

Light.

#short story #my writing #imagery #snow #hill #home #idk guys i felt like writing so i wrote #idk what this says about my emotional state #ah well #here ya go #the hill

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The amazing digital art of Alex Konstad

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In honor of Asexual Awareness Week, I am drawing pictures of some of the characters I headcanon as asexual.

Charlie Weasley - Aromantic Asexual

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Get ur flu shots kids

I'm just gonna take a moment to complain bc I can't irl rn:

I aammmmm dyyyiiiingggggggg breathing is daaaagggeeerrrrrssss my heeaaad is helllllllll

Yeah this year I didn't have time for flu shots and went to the state fair and boy oh boy was that a terrible decision now I cannot breath without coughing so GET FLU SHOTS yeah ok bye now

#get a flu shot #not kidding #get one #now #dont be me kids

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me: *wailing dramatically while wandering the halls of my dark mansion in a long black chiffon dressing gown with a black feather trim that trails behind me about a foot over a simple and elegant black silk slip dress, holding a fully lit candelabra and leaving a trail of wax drippings on my hardwood floors*

my spouse: *turns on the hall light* we fucking talked about this

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the best lines from this article I read for research:

“or in the late-summer bloom of academic narcissism, a postmodern literary critic.”

“all one can do is weep”

“the same mixture of horror and pride that a father might feel upon learning that his 14 year old son has got a classmate with child”

“Huh?”

“of course Latin historians frequently failed to tell the truth”

“squalls of nonsense from France”

“we can scream in mirth at the feebleness of the criteria”

“the study of Latin prose authors was traditionally regarded as the province of dullards”

“ ‘it wants figs!’ ” 

“a little innocent rhetorical gussying”

“the result is like the diary of a teenager: riveting only to its creator, repellent to others, and illuminating to none”

“the ecstasy of parsing!”

“to John Henderson the Annals were - well, as usual with John Henderson, who can tell?”

“this sad stuff”

“the Annales Maximi, about which controversy will never cease”

“as perverse as it would be to read the New York Times as if it were a novel by John Grisham”

even the title itself, “historians without history: against roman histography” (keep in mind that this article is found in a compilation called “the roman historians”, as if the overall salt content of the writing was not already high enough)

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did humans invent math or did we discover it

does math even exist

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Or if we're not. And it can be more than 1. Really any kind of lizard is acceptable. Any number. All, perhaps.

friendly reminder that

if we’re mutuals, you are allowed to slip 1 (One) small lizard into my pocket if you see me at the farmer’s market

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icarus and the sun

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