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cherabby · 10 months
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the thing about the little mermaid is this:
I *don't* think that it's some ploy by Disney to make a film with a black lead actress fail because it is literally the exact same cheap, low effort, cash grab bullshit they've been doing for EVERY remake. if that were the ploy then they wouldn't have a track record of doing this like eighty times over.
I do, however, think that it's failure, when the last several have been at least commercially successful (in spite of them being cheap cash grab bullshit) is absoltely because of racism.
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Pinterest Game: type your name + "core" and use 6 of those photos
thank you @reggieblk for tagging me 😊 yours was so nice with bright pops of colour! i feel like i have learned more about you 😌
my feed was moderately dark 💀 but as you can see, my personality sums up to: snow - drink - records - stupidity 😂
tagging (if you'd like): @i-dream-of-libraries @alenablack @2sidesofthesamesoul @mishqua @raehb336
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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2009 Chinese Grand Prix - Parc Fermé - Sebastian Vettel & Mark Webber
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tenmissedcalls · 3 months
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some writing under the cut! elias angst 🤸‍♀️
“Do you ever get… tired of it all?”
The question slips out before you can help it, and the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Your gaze stays resolutely fixed on the sky. You’re not sure if you’re scared to look at him, or if you’re scared to find him looking at you.
He lets out a breathy chuckle. 
“Where’s this coming from?”
His laughter comes easily enough, but you know him too well. You hear the catch in his breath. You know he’s watching you all too carefully.
Your mouth flattens into a line as you watch the clouds. You don’t know where it’s coming from, if you’re being honest. You hate being honest these days. It comes with the burden of emotions that you’re not sure how to unpack.
You decide to dodge the question.
“I mean, isn’t it exhausting sometimes? Being you.” Being us, is what you really mean to say, but you let that part go unsaid.
He exhales slowly. You desperately want to reach over and intertwine your fingers with his, but you don’t move a muscle.
“Yeah. But I manage,” he says nonchalantly. He must take your silence as a sign of something, because his next words come out a little rushed.
“There’s always something that keeps me going, right? There has to be. It has to be worth it.”
This time, you’re the one who laughs. “It sounds like you’re convincing yourself more than me.”
He grins, although you can’t see it. Right now, the thing that’s keeping him going is making you laugh. 
“Caught me.”
You spare him a glance and immediately look away like it burns. You hate the way he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. If anything, you’re the clouds covering the way the moon shines in his eyes. 
“I just don’t know what I’m looking for anymore,” you whisper, the words tasting like cheap, sour wine and cigarette ashes. If you stop holding back the tears, you think the night sky will start looking like the flash of cameras.
It’s half a lie, when you know everything a part of you has been looking for ever since you were eighteen is lying right next to you, all too close and all too far. But having him back in your life has you spiraling again and suddenly you’re eighteen again in all the wrong ways. Because you’re not eighteen anymore, you can’t afford to feel the way you do anymore, not in this line of work. You’re just not sure you can keep suppressing things the way you always have, not when he has your world tilting on its axis. 
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be looking for.”
You’ve never been cut out for any of this, no matter how adept you’ve become at playing the part. Maybe if things were different, you’d know what it was like to love him without all the strings attached. But you can’t pay the price of hypotheticals, not anymore.
He breathes out, audibly. You wish he would laugh instead. You wish he wouldn’t take you so seriously, because you can’t picture a future where the both of you end up happy. 
“Sometimes we look for the things we want to see,” he whispers. He swallows thickly. “Sometimes we end up disappointed.”
And there it is - the guilt that you think you’ll carry to your grave. It’s not his fault, none of it is, and that’s what kills you inside. Because even after everything, you’re still holding yourself back, for fear of holding him back. You love him so much you think it’s burning you up from the inside out, and you’ll never tell him, because he’s meant for bigger and better things and all you’ll ever be is a footnote in his story. That’s what you should be, even if the regret tears you apart. You don’t want to be the person he regrets. 
“I think we should talk about it,” he says, louder this time, desperately. The words get stuck in your throat, that there’s nothing to talk about, because you’re simply on different paths and this is all it’ll ever be, and that’s perfectly fine. It’s all so completely and utterly fine and if you talk about it you think something inside you will break in its entirety. 
You’ve picked up the pieces once before. You don’t think you can do it again.
“I should go,” you mutter, your voice rough from everything you’re trying to hide. You feel like you’re going to throw up. 
“Don’t do this,” he warns you, voice wavering. 
“Elias.”
You hate how it comes out - sharp and unforgiving in all the wrong places. He winces and it feels like a punch to the stomach.
And maybe that’s the worst part of it all, that being around him has you coming undone at the seams all too easily. You shouldn’t be here, stargazing on the hood of his car like you deserve any part of his life anymore. 
You don’t know which part is worse, that the both of you gave each other a second chance, or that you let yourself think things would be any different. 
“At least let me drive you home,” he says, something worse than exhaustion flattening his words out into resignation.
You’ve already pulled out your phone. “I’ll call a cab.”
He says nothing. You’re not sure if you want him to say anything, or if you prefer the silence.
When you slide off the car, feet landing on the pavement of the parking lot, you tell yourself to not look back. 
You always do, though. 
And when you look over your shoulder, for one last glance at him, you think you’ll never learn from your mistakes. 
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earthssprout · 10 months
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🌼🐌 PSA. I do hope every mutual on here knows that they’re free to delete / drop whatever they’d like to, whenever they'd like to ! as I’ve also stated in the pinned post, THIS IS A CASUAL WRITING SPACE, & there is a difference between ‘ ignoring ‘ your writing partners & responding to what inspires you most 🌷 therefore, if I’ve sent something, or if IIII’ve … 🤔 requested a certain muse on a starter call, & the interaction idea doesn’t inspire you, please don’t force yourself to respond to it / write something up for it !🍃 stuff like that can zap motivation faster than anything else, & I'd really hate to encourage a practice like that in the rpc 🥺
this is another reason why I encourage ooc chatting so much & try to sound as friendly as I can, so people—hopefully !—feel comfortable approaching me / when I approach them ! 🥺🌷🌿 chatting can help us explore a dynamic between our muses that is actually inspiring for the both of us, & in turn makes the interaction much more exciting & meaningful ! ( ofc, this is not to say that winging it can't have the same effect, or that I'm unwilling to ' wing it ', or that we have to become friends / chat a whole bunch to enjoy writing together🌼but in my experience, Ari has developed much stronger bonds with muses of muns that I've become friends with / I feel comfortable approaching with ideas, esp when I may get some from them in return 😊 showing that kind of interest it so special, & I really think there are precious few things that feel just as wonderful ... 🥺 )
additionally—because it seems relevant to mention here—I hope no one ever feels obligated / pressured to explore only adoption plots with Ari 🥺🙏 I warmly welcome most kinds of platonic relationships ! from acquaintances to friendships to familial bonds … the possibilities are truly endless 🥺🌿🌷🍃
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lumieron · 10 months
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mareeta inspired urls ★ all are unused as of 7/7/2022. will be updated!
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ascendedblade⠀⠀★⠀⠀vitalastra⠀⠀★⠀⠀hearttechs
odbrand⠀⠀★⠀⠀lunacrit⠀⠀★⠀⠀fianasmyrm
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bigjbonk · 2 years
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Wasn't sure if I should say anything because I KNOW I'm probably gonna get some flack for this. But I'm tired, and no longer really care.
Why are we all pitting Wes against the canon characters?
I mean, to a degree, I get it. The main argument I'm seeing is that all these canon characters have cool or interesting traits that may or may not have been thought out and fleshed out, and the phandom decided to attribute a lot of those to Wes instead of building upon the existing characters. For some (or as I've come to realize, probably many), that's frustrating. Annoying, even. Believe me, I get it, and as a huge Wes fan, I will even say I agree. They got shafted.
But why must we be arguing over this? Why must only one singular character be the one to possess these traits? I may not have been there for Wes's conception, but I've gone back to those original posts, and the journey from one-time background character to Dib clone was a fun and humorous one. Phandom enjoyed making him, and I adore what he's become. It was a team effort, and the end result turned out amazing.
But now, people are upset about the things they've come up with. He shouldn't have been a conspiracy theorist because Valerie has a Phantom corkboard in her room. He can't have the obsessive crush, because Paulina has a locker shrine. He can't be Danny's rival, because Dash and Vlad already fulfill that role.
I'll say it, it's silly.
I won't say that these arguments aren't without merit. From the examples listed, all of these characters get very little attention in the phandom, and canon barely fleshed them out at all (with moments of exception). By all means, those characters SHOULD get more time in the limelight than they do. They're all fantastic characters, and they deserve to be gushed about.
But I don't think that means we should be giving Wes so much hate over these things, either. Like him or don't, that isn't my business or anyone else's. But it's disheartening to follow the Wes tag and see nothing but hatred for fans daring to give this one background character a personality. Kyle doesn't get this kind of hate. Nost doesn't get this kind of hate. Not even Cody/Luke does. Which, it can be argued that none of them are nearly as prominent, but why must we condemn this one singular guy, and by extension the people who happen to like him?
I thought this fandom was well past this sort of drama, and frankly, I'm kind of disappointed. What happened to bickering over soup? Why can't we just have silly little spats instead of character bashing? It wasn't cool when Sam got flack, nor was it cool when Vlad or Tucker or Jack did either. Just because Wes isn't technically canon, doesn't mean that we should be turning on him OR on people who happen to like what the phandom did with his character.
I won't speak any more on the matter, and I won't be responding to comments if anybody directs any at me. But if you're gonna be negative about a character that y'all created to begin with, can you at least leave the negativity out of his tag so those of us who like him don't have to be bombarded with it every other post?
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deathxproof-archive · 9 months
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okay maybe I took a nap but consider this another little st-st-st-starter call while I try to write some other stuff and maybe fuckin freshen up the place while I’m here.
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dykeredhood · 10 months
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I’m serious: I belong in a space fantasy or just plain fantasy parade ground barking orders, drilling my charges, or teaching them how to march; that’s what I’m best at
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cherabby · 9 months
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is this anything
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anxiously-going · 11 months
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Not to be Sam Winchester on main, but do you every think about how growing up feeling like the black sheep of the family and or friend group warps you're sense of identity?
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persianflaw · 1 year
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i think we’re going to watch the last two episodes of mash s3 tonight :( @bbjkrss-blog has listened to a lot of me talking about how not ready i am for the transition, but like. guys. i’m absolutely not ready for it. i want henry and trap to stay forever :((((
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dexaroth · 2 years
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i know its unrealistic and nonsense to feel bad bc im not as good as i could be within a hobby bc a hobby is supposed to be fun and occupy your time but i cant for the life of me not feel guilty about not drawing and not improving
like.. i have most of the resources. i often have the time. i have almost a thousand pictures in my reference folder to be used to practice and learn. i have an internet connection to be inspired and learn from those better than me and yet... i just don't feel like drawing. and i mean drawing something grand.. not just the dozens of doodles and oc refsheets i keep churning.. i want to do standalone pieces like i used to and look at them fondly and feel proud of something. but i just dont have the flame to do it for months and months on end
i mean obviously this is much more likely to happen when it has been your primary hobby for over like 7 years contrary to, say, webpage coding which i just started to learn like a year ago. what's keeping me from wanting to draw though? its so frustrating to know you Have the Potential to be a good artist and knowing How you could become more but just.. not feeling like it. and telling urself im gonna draw tomorrow and tomorrow comes and its one of those days you'd rather stare at a wall the whole afternoon and it just keeps going and going and you stay stumped
#yes i have the potential to do so much better than what i can show you right now dude trust me#not only for personal reasons but i also want to start looking into doing commissions for real and like.#thats insane#idk what to draw > set up comms so someone gives me smn to draw > they dont know what i can draw > idk what to draw > repeat#im also like the guy that loves giving gift art but ive had so many cases where i drew for a rando and they just. treated it like a product#sold along the character like cool! so glad i spent my time into a drawing for you to throw it into your garage sale like everything else!#and that looming fucking awful sense of 'originality' like boohoo someone drew this already waaaa i dont believe in originality why do i >#> care so much. Why. its like knowing there isnt a monster under ur bed and still suffocating yourself inside the bedsheets. nonsense...#this is so tiring. not drawing to me feels like neglecting a dear friend#even though i dont feel bad at not practicing at a game. at not knowing how to code everything in 2 days#at not knowing the best clays to sculpt or the best knitting tricks.#bc its a fucking hobby. i should feel obligated to do it i should have fun when i want to and yet i chain myself to it#i shouldn't fell obligated* oop#could you imagine how crazy stupid it'd be that a construction worker felt bad for not building some lately#WHY AM I LIKE THIS!!! I DONT GET IT!!!#dextxt#<its always funny to end a post with a cry and then have it followed by lowercase txt tag like teehee just another white guy moment#but i do mean im tired and frustrated and miserable for nothing.. war and hate on planet earth or whatever. *explodes*
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kyaramaya · 1 year
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Day 1 of Me Trying To Be A Person Regardless Of My Mental Illnesses-- or more succinctly, Day 1 of keeping a Diary. Yeah.
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DAY 1 ~~~ 6:06am
Instead of doing [redacted] or taking a [redacted] first thing when I wake up, I made an ice bath and have been dunking my face in it. I can't say I want to start my day anymore, or feel any motivation for anything, but it seems like a waste of ice and that cold ass shock if I don't do things now.
At least I will be doing things!!
Right now I am dressed in pajamas and need to put my shoes on so I can walk/drive to the donut shop and buy breakfast. And I have to get breakfast bc I took ibuprofen for my possibly broken toes, and I don't want a stomachache.
I just want to stay in bed and finish watching a really cool Spanish zombie movie.. I can either walk there and watch it while I walk, or I can watch it later after I eat so I can really enjoy it!...
Don't let me do this by myself, readers or Future Me!! Do it with me!! Let's have a nice start to the day, it could be wonderful.
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branmer · 1 year
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lbh the main reason i hate the 'you don't owe anyone anything' talk is because i am a relentless whiner and i think everyone should be obligated to listen to me complain about my tedious and often self-inflicted problems
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deus-ex-mona · 2 years
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TO LITTLE FRIEND: Chapter 4
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previous part (chapter 3)
next part (chapter 5)
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RIO: Do you see your big brother here?
Boy: No…
RIO: Was this the park where the two of you were playing at just now?
Boy: No, it’s not… There were no swings at that park…
RIO: (So this park isn’t it either… Just where could his big brother be?)
Boy: What do I do? What if I don’t see Big Bro ever again?
RIO: What are you saying? There’s no way that that’ll happen.
RIO: Don’t worry, you’ll definitely see him again.
Boy: …I won’t.
Boy: Daddy also said that we’ll see each other again, but I’ll never get to see him anymore.
RIO: …!
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RIO: (He’ll never see his father again.)
RIO: (Could that mean…)
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Boy: Mommy and Daddy “d’vorced”.
RIO: …
RIO: I see…
Boy: Yannow, after the “d’vorce”, Mommy, Big Bro, and me moved away together.
Boy: Mommy said that it’s hard to see Daddy because he’s so far away from us.
RIO: I see… Though, is your mother busy with work too?
Boy: Yup! So I always play with Big Bro, just the two of us!
Boy: I’m a big boy now, so Big Bro and me also eat alone with each other!
RIO: (They even eat alone with each other…)
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RIO: …
RIO: …I see.
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RIO: But, you’re lonely without your mother around, right?
RIO: (I’m sure that he, too, is… holding feelings of loneliness somewhere inside his heart…)
Boy: Nope! I’m not lonely!
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RIO: …!
Boy: I’m not lonely because I have Big Bro!
Boy: I love Big Bro so much!
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Boy: Yannow, instead of Mommy, Big Bro is the one who chooses my clothes for me.
Boy: The clothes he chooses for me are kinda chilly or kinda stuffy.
Boy: But they’re so cool!
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RIO: —!
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RIO: …I see. He sounds like a great big brother.
Boy: Yup! Big Bro’s my number one!
Boy: You’re number two, Singing Big Bro!
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RIO: Haha, I am? Thanks.
RIO: (Now then… We can’t just chat away forever. It’s finally about time for me to play my trump card.)
RIO: Can you wait here for a bit?
RIO: I thought of the best way for us to look for your big brother.
Boy: The best?
RIO took out his phone, and began to make a call.
???: Yeeees?
RIO: Yeah, hi. It’s me.
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