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#internal monologue
randomnerd737 · 12 days
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reblog for larger sample size
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thetardigrape · 1 year
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(sorry if this has already been done, I haven't seen it)
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glassphinix · 11 months
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botw/totk link is the character of all time. he's the destined hero handpicked by the goddess. he's too anxious to speak. he's the princess's sworn protector, friend and partner. he has eaten rocks. he could best an adult man in combat by the age of four. he's befriended every leader in hyrule. he has tony hawk vibes so strong nobody else ever recognises him. he invented pizza. he can smite a lynel in 20 seconds. he's 4'10". he's even nonbinary
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incognitopolls · 4 months
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"Second language" is used here to include any language you've learned that was not your first language.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 8 months
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Autistic Internal Monologues
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pratchettquotes · 2 months
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"Er...you don't like me very much, do you," said Oats.
"I've hardly met you." [...]
"A lot of people don't like me as soon as they've met me," said Oats.
"I suppose that saves time," said Agnes, and cursed. Perdita had got through on that one, but Oats didn't seem to have noticed.
Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum
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How would Rafal react to Rhian finding his Soulmate ( True Love ) ?
Rafal: [flatly, without much expression or animation] Rhian has a True Love. My Rhian? ...I suppose he's not a complete failure of an Ever after all.
Rafal's internal monologue: WHAT THE HELL. How do I know this isn't another substitute come to replace me? What does this even mean? For us? For the balance? This "True Love" of Rhian's had better state his intentions regarding my brother... or there's always interrogation tactics. Finally, I'll have the chance to put the Doom Room to a good, productive use... [a languorous grin creeps across his face]
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ao3-shenanigans · 9 months
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Okay something I’ve noticed and am curious about
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holy-ground-tv · 8 months
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ok please answer this bc i genuinely don’t know if everyone has it or only some
reblog for science!
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lavenderstemssss · 3 months
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Lav here
F/22
This account will have NSFW themes
That being said NO MINORS 🔞
Just your average POC, plus size, nerdy girl who loves all things pink 🎀✨
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thelaineydayblog · 6 months
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onejellyfishplease · 5 months
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Need to make a sandwhich
make samdwhich
samdthewhich
sam the which
sam witch
sam the witch
sam
samuel
samuel the witch
they got transed
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kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer · 4 months
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Please reblog for reach
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glassphinix · 11 months
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dont ask how or why snapchat would exist in hyrule
bonus:
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inchwormy · 10 months
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"Internal monologue" refers to experiencing your own thoughts as language. This can mean "hearing" them spoken inside your head, visualizing signs or written words. This is done involuntarily. Some people experience an internal monologue all the time, some people don't experience it at all, and for many others it's somewhere in between. Of course, I couldn't possibly put all the common experiences of human thought into a tumblr poll, and I am nowhere near an expert on this subject, so I apologize in advance if I have forgotten to mention something or if my wording is confusing.
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uncertainwallflower · 9 months
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NAVEL TO NECK For @jilymicrofics July 2023. Prompt: familiar. Words: 149. Rating: Mature.
The undampenable desire to lick a man navel to neck was an unfamiliar sensation. But there it was. Heavy in her stomach, wet on her tongue.
She had seen James shirtless a handful of times, all of them at Hogwarts, most often after a Quidditch victory when robes became limiters to celebration. And there was that one time in the boys' dormitory. Come to think of it, this was a uniquely similar situation: hair forced back in wet strands of ebony, shoulders freckled with water droplets, towel hung low on the waist, caught expression on the face.
Her eyes dragged past pectorals born of years as an Auror, along inflecting ribs, down taught-skinned abdominals, following the hard line of the hips to where the trail of dark hair dragged the eyes down and disappeared below soft white cotton. She wanted to lick him and she hated herself for it.
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