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starlightphil · 1 month
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I love how we made all those jokes about Phil having a crisis when Dan was away, like needing to be babysat by their friends and killing all the plants, but we just got the lore drop that Phil actually had a mini crisis and started dying everything in the house green for no apparent reason?? Like Dan leaving truly made Phil so bored and/or unhinged he decided dying his bathmat green would be fun. Is Daniel Howell of all people this man’s impulse control? How many weird impulses has Dan successfully stopped? How many has he encouraged?
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thevirgodoll · 10 months
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to all of my dolls finding themselves:
originality is the "aesthetic" you are looking for. individuality is the "it factor" you are looking for. from your personality, pieces, hair, cadence of voice...even down to your favorite foods or special interests. you aren't supposed to change every aspect about yourself to be more palatable for everyone you meet. that actually makes you BORING!!!
"but so and so is doing this" "but what if people don't like it" ... so??? don't take people disliking your aesthetic as a sign that you need to do something different. like, of course they don't like it or have second thoughts - it's because THEY wouldn't do it themselves because it wouldn't go with THEIR given aesthetic. HELLOO??????
unless they are like minded, stop asking other people to weigh in on the things you CLEARLY like about yourself. especially if it's a core personality trait or interest. your LIFE isn't a group project. your LIFE is not a co-op game.
and yes... people will try to force you to assimilate and follow the crowd by speaking misfortune on your rebrand, your expression, your hobbies, your chosen path out of jealousy. however, that jealousy is lowkey unspoken respect for the fact you have the candor to go against homogeneity.
your authentic dedication to everything that makes you YOU is what will bring you the illustrious life you so fervently seek in the end...not some book a celebrity wrote or a youtube video. it's in YOUR DNA to be a star already in anything you want to do.
there isn't one tutorial on this world wide web that will help you if you don't realize you have the components within you first. there is NOTHING wrong with you!!! you are EVERYTHING that is right already!!!
NEVER conform to the way they think you should shine.
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joenateuser · 5 months
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Jacob Elordi | “Saltburn” Los Angeles premiere
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ar0rin · 6 months
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Baby's first traditional art
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heart-of-a-rebel16 · 20 days
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Do you ever think about Kallus on Lira San and then just explode
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chrollohearttags · 6 months
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lowkey makes me sad when people are scared to write bc they think their fics won’t get recognized bc the series/characters aren’t popular or bc they think their shit might end up in the wrong hands and somebody will make fun of them for it not being perfect. (I know how the girls get down on here). Reminder that popular characters/shows ≠ best or even a good writer. Hell, it’s some people who’s writing is only contingent upon what’s hot at the moment. Also, your first story is supposed to be bad!! Stop letting people tell you otherwise. You’re allowed to grow and mess up. You’re very much valid for wanting people to read/reblog. Nobody wants to create into a void (don’t let nobody gaslight you either). But don’t forget to write for joy and not to be liked.
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chuckyray · 2 months
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we need to bring back the concept of swinging again cause if i see one more person say the waltens and the krankens would have some sorta queer platonic polycule bullshit ill lose it.
theyre straight married suburban middle aged couples who are close friends in the 60s - 70s. they'd be swingers. that's what that would be.
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becauseplot · 8 months
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Penciled Lines
(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)
Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.
Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.
And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.
Missa can hardly breathe.
Oh no.
He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.
Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.
“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.
Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.
Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line. 
So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.
Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under. 
Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.
~*~
A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.
Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.
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knifearo · 6 months
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reblog a post about aromanticism and it'll feed you for a day. make a post about aromanticism and you'll get mind-numbingly amatonormative comments for a lifetime
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forgot to say this earlier but
HAPPY PI DAY!!
was gonna send a lil thing out to each and every moot in their inbox but I figured it'd be a better idea to just split the pie and tag all of you guys right here if that's alright!
@itsberrydreemurstuff, @sunnyys-jarss, @archangel-fucking-judas, @capring, @pointyfruit, @bibooby, @friskheart000, @sleepyjuniper, @saltyfryz, @artoutoftheblue, @starheirxero, @sipnoot, and everyone else!
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cottoncandysprite · 1 month
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Just got into hozier over the winter and now here I am spending all my birthday money on two of his vinyls (one of which included a cd) and listening to unheard on loop tor days on end
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mirick-vn · 7 months
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Fleeting Innocence.
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feluka · 1 month
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GPS lady on google maps in this country is like:
turn left at a̷̢͔̬̓̈́̿͐b̸̡̖͗̅̅̌a̵̩̘̳̾͝a̸̢̛͓̒̾̕s̵̛̲l̸̠̟̇à̸̰q̸̖̲̜͑͌̚̕ͅǎ̴̜a̷͙͂d̵̗̘͛͝ street 😊
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winged-wheel · 2 months
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I haven't really tried doing much traditional art in ACTUAL years at this point, but UTY has so much unbridled passion that it's really made me want to break out of that rut. Here's the result of a couple hours I guess!
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we have existential tuesday, wet beast wednesday, thinky thoughts thursday, salmon slammin saturday, polar bear sunday... what about fierce beast friday
We’re trying to respond to this diplomatically, but. Mate. Are you seriously forgetting
Fat Bear Friday
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?!?!??!!??!???
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unsanctitude · 1 year
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various women designed for funsies who knows what ill do with them :)
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