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ashfae · 9 months
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My 8yo has drawn a comic in which Aziraphale proposes to Crowley. It shows the proposal, them walking down the aisle, everyone applauding, and them holding hands with rings. The last panel shows them at home watching TV with Crowley falling asleep mid-show. They're surrounded by hearts. A little arrow points to the words "And everyone fans and all were very happy."
That's not best bit.
The best bit is that at the bottom of the page, she's scrawled "IT'S GONNA HAPPEN, NEIL! JUST ADMIT IT!!"
I think I had better not tell her that Neil Gaiman inhabits Tumblr and is technically accessible even to a small extent...!
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andy-clutterbuck · 3 months
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✨ the actual 2024 Oscar winner for Best Picture ✨
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criticallyobs · 4 months
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Where is he? When is he? Why is he?
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usignedupforthis · 2 years
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no but
slowly, i never wanna go slowly i only wanna go faster towards disaster every time, with me i know you wanna come with me take anything you can carry and leave everything else behind i am only half of what I think I can be gotta get it out of my system gotta get it out of my chest i’ve lived a lot of my life already but I’ve got to get through the rest
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septemberrie · 10 months
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nerd alert
@myalchod said something in the server that made me start thinking about my writing habits and yada yada long story short I made two boxplots of the word count distribution of my fics. the first one I excluded my longfics (word count > 30k; statistical outliers) the second one includes them. SMOOSH. statistics are fun
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anyway I was curious to see if I could draw out any patterns from descriptive stats. I think my conclusion is just "longfics fuck with your data." I mean, the standard deviation if I include my longfics is 26,555 words, which is longer than any of my non-statistical-outlier fics!!!
The most interesting concrete fact is that out of 46 posted fics, two of them miraculously have the same word count.
I used this site https://onlinetoolz.net/boxplot if anyone else is curious.
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puffpuffpowerprincess · 11 months
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Not me walking to my desk and on it a urine sample cup with neon yellow highlighters in it.
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watasemasaru · 5 months
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boooo had to break down and use my last few dollars for lotion my fingers are starting to bweed
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thistlesofgrace · 2 years
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Current status
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magalidragon · 2 years
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I am bored and had a 💩 day so ask me things. Fic, GOT, HOTD, what’s the weather like, who do I hate today, whatever lol.
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symphony-calamity · 7 months
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"Average Tumblr user has fucked a train" factoid is actually just a statistical error. The Mechanisms fandom, who fuck 10,000 trains every Friday, are outliers and should not have been counted.
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willabee · 1 year
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selenevassos · 1 month
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lynnmanda com ^_^
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satans-knitwear · 2 months
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I stripped my bed hours ago but I have yet to replace the sheets. I hate living in this purgatory.
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
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inkskinned · 1 year
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the thing that gets you sometimes is the frustration. for every time someone else sees you being late, losing something, forgetting something important: there are hours in your day dedicated to it.
you have strange, fae-like rituals. the keys have to go in their special bowl, because if you forget even once, they will be gone forever. you stack items on a stool in front of your door so that you can't leave without touching them. you can't take your wallet out of your bag, ever, it will simply fade away.
everything has to be written down. everything, everything. whatever you need to do, you need to do it now. you check and re-check the busmap only to still get lost on the same route you've always taken home. you start getting ready to go 3 hours early and still end up 15 minutes late, unsure even of where the time has gone. don't sit down, there's something strange about your bed or the couch or the floor - once you sit down, you'll get stuck.
you are very used to operating without instructions. people say you're good at winging it but really you've never really known where the rules are coming from. you have to live in constant strange anticipation - when your brain does fail you, how can you predict every horrible outcome. maybe today you will have a minor curse, and forget to brush your teeth. or maybe today you will wake up - and no matter what you do, your whole body begs to return you back to sleep. maybe today you will break a glass and then just stand there, surrounded by the shards, frozen in place - because you need to go to the bathroom, but you also need to sweep.
and everyone else seems to have gotten the memo, and it's easy for them, and it never, ever gets easy for you. make plans and keep them. they roll their eyes when you say sorry it's too messy we can't go over to my apartment. they ask why did you leave something so big until the last minute. on instagram, your friend makes a reel where she says if they cared, they would change. they literally do not care. someone says it's a symptom, and in the comments, all they get is then go to therapy! it can't control everything you do!
so you go to therapy. and you work out to calm down and you do your self-care and you try to be grateful for the small things. and you structure literally your entire life around it, around the ways you can't live right. you have failsafe over failsafe over red flag. you have shelves of organizational manuals. you have alarms for things like did you remember to eat that you still manage to figure out how to snooze. you have time-blocked sites and deleted apps you get lost in and you are constantly trying. because you also want a life where you are not stepping over laundry. juggling knives, you spend your whole life feeling like you're ice skating.
and still. she sighs at you. i mean, it's just. i don't understand how you constantly miss all the small stuff. i mean, this is the easy part. you're just not trying hard enough.
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avocadoraisin · 1 year
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twenty five cents each
keeping them separated and away from pointy objects is recommended
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