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rileyclaw · 1 year
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luz noceda warmups, the main character ever !!
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royalarchivist · 2 months
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Fit: Pac– this isn't you, you're just– I know you're all happy and stuff, and this medicine is making you feel good, but it's not reality. It's not reality.
Pac: [Shouting] And what is reality, Fit?! What is reality?! The reality that we have is like, just wait until the Eggs show up, or just wait for something to happen! I'm cool with my medicine, you know? I'm cool with Cucurucho helping me! It's making me feel way more better! So that's the reality for me, you know. Reality is the thing that you accept, so I'm accepting this as my reality. [He sighs, then says in a quieter voice] Sorry, Fit. Sorry, I just– sorry. I didn't mean to scream at you, sorry.
Fit: No, listen Pac– you need help. I know you– do you even remember why you took this medicine in the first place?
Pac: [In a quiet voice] 'Cuz I didn't have any other choice, you know. I was hopeless. It was my only choice, to use the medicine. That's all. [In a quieter voice, starting to mumble] That's why I'm gonna- I'm gonna still- gonna use it.
Fit: Look Pac–
Pac: –until I forget what happened, and that's it! That's what I'm going to do.
Fit: I know you're still in there somewhere, Pac. I know you still remember everything. I need you to remember.
Pac: [Mumbled] ...I will remember– I won't– I don't want to, I don't want to. I just want to- to build my home alone, ok Fit? I'm- I'm sorry.
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havent read the novel in a long time and i decided to reread a bit for fun.
i think its really funny that jang hayoung is kim dokja's oc so i decided to read a bit more about that and um
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rusquared · 3 months
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lol han sooyoung literally extended the life of a ~17 year old child until he turned 28, and then for an eternity after....
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angered-box · 1 month
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i got my midterm grade back..... 70...... aghh....
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badnikbreaker · 1 year
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@spiinsparks​​ : Sonic came to them quietly, in the funny little way he way he did sometimes. A creak of a door, a rush of a breeze where all should be still. Then, a pressure, at Amy's wrist. A silent request for her attention, although it was gentle enough to shake off.
Only at her acquiescence did Sonic rest his chin atop their shoulder, face hidden behind the quills that framed their head. Exhaled a sound long and slow, deep and throaty from his nose as he nestled into the crook of their neck, fighting back the tremble in his hands, his arms, his legs, his feet as he wound himself around their waist, back to chest. Holding on as the wave in him rose. Tightening his grip as a shudder rippled through him like a riptide current. One wrong move and he'd be out at sea. ( and he hated water. he grew to hate it more and more. )
But here, now, there was an anchor. A little piece of land amidst the tide and he stayed like this for just a bit longer... She was enough.
As quickly as the tide had risen did it flee again, deep down where it would stay if Sonic was very lucky and played his cards right. And then he was  loosening his grip ever so slightly, though his chin remained atop her shoulder, his cheek against her quills.
❝  How  d'ya  feel  about  a  little  sight-seeing?  ❞ he asked, though the moon was rising high.  ❝ Nobody's gotta know, if you've got places t'be. ❞
Love is very simple to Amy; it comes easily, and it never feels difficult to give to others, offering pieces of her heart that the others take and barely seem to notice.  It’s better, now, than when they were all younger, when Amy gave and gave and gave and the others rolled their eyes or scoffed — but still took, depended upon the sweet, gentle, sometimes - too - loud, sometimes - too - much little girl she was.  Love was simple then, too.  She thinks, somedays, that all she’s gone through should have made it more complicated, more difficult, but it never does.  It stills feels obvious and simple and easy, to love.  To love the world and all the people in it.
To love Sonic, perhaps most of all.  They’re aware he’s coming before he reaches them; lover’s intuition, they think with a wry smile, a minute or so before he arrives.  They use the spare time to put tonight’s project away — Restoration paperwork, helping out Jewel, because someone has to.  Because if Amy isn’t working, doing something, then they’re no different than the loving, useless little girl they were.  They’re just finishing putting things away when the door creaks, when there’s a hand at their wrist.  Their head tilts in acceptance, making space, and he tucks closer, holding on, face buried in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.  Their cheeks warm, of course, and the heart races, of course, but they love him as a best friend as well as the partner they’ll never have, so they don’t say anything; just rest their hands over his around their waist.  I’m here.  I’m here.
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Loving comes easy, even if being - loved, oftentimes, does not.  Amy’s still not used to it, is all; spent so long adjusting to giving and giving love and being met with scoffs and indifference.  It’s a little different to be held, to be sought out for support.  It’s different now / it’s better than it was once, when they were both younger, more foolish.  Loving comes easily, and if they process this as another chance to give love rather than an expression of love from Sonic — that’s not surprising, really.  
Their head tilts, resting against his, and they hum, playful, as though thinking it over — as if there’s any story where he asks them (  without words, but he asks them all the same  ) to please help me, please support me, please save me, please love me and they say no.  
As if there’s any story where Amy wants to do anything other than be the one to save Sonic, FINALLY.
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Then, “I’d love some sight - seeing with my most important person.”  Her hands tighten just a little, around his.  “Let’s go.”
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chemicalbrew · 2 years
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girl sad because her best headphones ever broke
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proteusolm · 7 months
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I've heard my wildlife ecology professors describe moose as "exquisitely cold adapted" so many times that the word exquisite instantly makes me think of moose now.
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gruzzlebear · 5 months
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my disability is disabling me. How dare !
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apollos-olives · 6 months
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i want to mention that while yes, the conditions that palestinians live in is horrid, palestine is still a beautiful place.
there are so many stories of people returning from their trip to palestine and all of them saying that they were disgusted and horrified and the living conditions they say the palestinians were in were just awful, and while yes all of that is true, and palestinians do live in ridiculous conditions, i still want to make it clear that palestine is an insanely beautiful place. our mountains are beautiful, our plants are beautiful, our mosques, our churches, our olive trees, our birds. palestine is a beautiful place. it is the birthplace of both christianity and judaism, it is the birthplace of jesus. our temples are astonishing, our food is delicious, our culture is rich, and our diversity is beyond. our dances are beautiful, our clothing, our jewlery, our homes. each and every one of our lives is precious.
go to any palestinian home in the world and you'll see beautiful things. the west wants to get rid of us, to completely decimate every part of our existence, but we will not let them. and we need everyone on our side to help us keep palestine's beauty safe.
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demigods-posts · 15 days
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annabeth taking the knife for percy was peak impulsiveness at that stage of their relationship. because up until this point of the series. if i'm remembering correctly. all of annabeth actions were calculated. even her stubborn actions had merit. but taking the knife? knowing he was invulnerable? but taking the knife? knowing that him watching you cry out in agony hurt him just the same if he had been stabbed? but taking the knife? and then lying on a cot in the glisten of the setting sun? vulnerable and slow? grounding him like he's the one who needed saving? like watching you bleed out is enough to kill him? and touching the small of his back brings him back to life? impulsiveness turned romantic. turned angst. turned 'all the words i didn't say but you heard them anyway'. don't talk to me.
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passionpeachy · 5 months
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I accidentally deleted my main blog 😔
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pimsri · 4 months
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The Blue Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus
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helioxed · 9 months
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I wanna draw......but I can't get myself to....
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filthy-lil-bugger · 5 months
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the first sixtieth anniversary special: the doctor and donna are back!!!! trans people are awesome!!!! it’s rough at first, but it’ll be ok (minus coffee making the tardis malfunction) <333
the second sixtieth anniversary special:
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nibeul · 11 months
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guitar lessons
[id: It’s a drawing of Hobie teaching Pavitr how to play the guitar. Pavitr sits criss-cross with Hobie’s guitar in his lap with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration and Hobie sits behind him with his hands also on the guitar and a smile on his face. They are both drawn as they are depicted in the movie, Hobie having dark brown skin, wicks, and numerous piercings, and Pavitr with brown skin and wavy hair. Their outfits are also the same as in the movie, Hobie with a leather jacket, plaid and patched pants, a blue shirt, and spiked bracelets, and Pavitr in a red and blue Spider-Man suit adorned with gold. The only difference is Hobie is without his boots, simply wearing blue socks instead. He is outlined in a paper-y texture and the guitar is outlined in yellow. /end id]
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