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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie
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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright
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This has been a PSA.
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the true haunting is the WIPs sitting in your drafts that you never actually finish
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Three modes of feelings toward characters as the writer is writing them:
These fuckers (affectionate)
These fuckers (annoyed)
These fuckers (literal)
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
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i'm sorry but this is the only submission to this trend that i'll consider giving any thought to
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making progress with ch10 and
current word count: 2.k3k expected word count: 8-9k
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Callum tucked his sun ruby away in his pocket, exhaling now that it’d done its job. He put his hands on his hips and then glanced over at Rayla, thinking of the first time they’d stood beneath the Storm Spire together, with Ezran, shadowpaw, and Zym in tow. He smiled more easily now in spite of the frigid conditions.  “Tip-top this time, too?” he asked, pleased when she snorted. “Looks like.” She stepped back to glance around it, craning her neck. “Do you think there’s a way to activate something, or—?” “Maybe?” He jostled his shoulders. “I could just fly us up.” “You could,” she acknowledged with a fond eye roll, “but we want to make sure there’s somewhere to land once we get all the way up there. Magic can be tricky sometimes. There might not be a platform to land on without the right spell, or at least not one we can recognize because of illusions, or something.”  “I guess.” He surveyed it, sticking his tongue in his cheek rather than out between his lips because of the cold. Then he noticed Rayla trying not to laugh at him. “What?” “Just a familiar face,” she said. “The I’m-trying-to-think-of-a-dumb-idea face.” “You might change your tune when it gets us up there.” And she might’ve—if two figures hadn’t dropped down from the dark sky out of nowhere. Rayla whipped out a blade as her and Callum leapt back, putting distance between them and the stem of the Starscraper. 
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jelzorz · 2 days
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thinking about the fact that I have blocked more than 150 blogs and about 90 of them are the same person
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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)
baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*
my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.
baby: ighbu.
sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!
baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!
sister: exactly!
baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.
my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?
baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.
[a split second goes by]
baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.
me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?
baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.
me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?
baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.
*pronounced like "on" without the n
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Rewatching FMAB and I’m so used to the bloopers I forget that Al does not in fact say “FUCK YEAH!!” In response to Grandma’s stew.
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how?? just how?
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Au where Rapunzel cuts her hair as a child ✂️
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