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sermna · 2 months
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I've been ramping up the imagery I use in SWOJ because I want it to be disturbing, but it's also jump scaring me every time I open a file 😅
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twobigears · 4 months
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pet insurance premiums almost doubling for next year continuing to ensure that I am a long, long, long way out from adding another dog
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moocha-muses · 2 months
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"Prav!"
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"Zaire, you look amazing. Sun-kissed. The dessert must really suit you; like, I'm the one that just got back from a tropical island?"
"I know! I wrote a sonnet about the ocean for you. In case you ever miss it."
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Yeah, Lumity has bad writing and Luz developing feelings for Amity is rushed and paints Luz in a bad light because Amity hasnt actually made amends with Willow, but at least they actually showed us Luz's type of girl through Hecate. Whereas with Huntlow they've never shown us what kind of boy Willow likes. And she literally only started liking him after he swooped in to catch her like she's some kind of damsel in distress using magical powers he received from his dead companion.
HOW am I supposed to take this relationship seriously when she literally only starts liking him after she realizes he now has magical powers. AND EVEN THEN she doesn't confess to him in FTF.
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dearly · 1 year
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[English transcription, three speakers not separated.]
“One of my childhood dreams was fulfilled yesterday. We’re standing in line to the bathroom, and this lil’ fart glides past, with hair and a Stone Island sweater, and I’m just like ‘was that Louis Tomlinson from One Direction?’“
“Stop.”
“And all us girls were like, Was that Louis?? And not to be that person but I’m The Directioner ...”
“I thought when you started talking that this was going in a very different direction, cause when you said a lil’ fart I thought you meant those guys from Fort Boyard that run around and show you their fingers.”
“Why would two Frenchmen come? And wave at us in striped sweaters?”
“Stop though, Louis omg.?
“Get this, I stood, yesterday, and had a conversation with Louis for a solid 30-40 minutes. Just us two.”
“Stop! Stop!”
“Was that at this party?”
“Yeah, in the end, around the middle of the party they started getting people out because there were too many people around, la la la--”
“What was the selection like?”
“He had to sing WMYB to get to stay?”
“No that was me singing--- I don’t know how we were still there but we were. So it turns out he’s standing there with some guy friends and doing shots or toasting or something, and me and my friend were like, we have to do something. I have to talk to Louis, just because, when do I ever see someone from One Direction?
“So I walk over and I’ve been drinking a bit because I’ve been upset because my phone was stolen, la la la, so I just head in there and toast them and say 'Cheers, me man!' an absolutely bizarre icebreaker, and he talks like this [imitates] and like a Northerner accent. So we talk about that, and then I started singing Irish folk songs--”
“Of course you did.” 
[talking about Irish folksongs]
“And he was just like--what am I supposed to do with this? And eventually we talked about The Smiths. Cause I can’t say that I know who he is, so I asked ‘What brings you to LA?' Cause you know, he was very rough, very rough.”
“Yeah, he feels very obsolete.”
"Incredibly so. And he had a giant Stone Island sweater, and at some point he was like, ‘I’m a nice guy!’ and I was like, no no, you’re like a hooligan!” And he was like, you know football? I love football! Cause you usually wear Stone Island when you get into fights.....But yeah, it was so nice and after that it felt like I did an exchange, someone got to steal my phone, and I got a solid 40 minutes with Louis.“
[some more talk about what they talked about, he could tell she was Swedish, they did some accent stuff. They get into a thing about how she was probably a breath of fresh air considering all the other girls that approach.]
“I was never a Louis girl though, have you heard his X Factor audition?
“Oh, he’s the worst!?”
“Was he so hot that his crow voice got him through?”
[playing TXF audition] [laughing and talking about his hair etc.]
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kamuishiro · 1 year
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X PREMIUM COLLECTION
VOL 4
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rappaccini · 7 months
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day 100 of sitting up in bed and thinking 'wait a goddamn minute' about gwen's spiderverse characterization yielded 'oh, given miles's trauma related to witnessing a peter parker be beaten to death by someone's bare fists, he probably wouldn't be able to keep crushing on gwen if he learned she did the same thing to hers. so they made sure she didn't.'
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littlepetbee · 1 year
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why is tcw anakin so.......gruff n manly....
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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months
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lol no offense but you really get a sense of how much publishing is trying to obfuscate romance as a genre when you read a summary that never mentions a love interest or interests(s) ever but the publisher has very deliberately slotted it into romance
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telestoapologist · 1 year
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just noticed yesterday that if you shoot acolytes with an incandescent weapon from far away, they’ll run and flail around in one spot in utter agony because you’re not there to distract them from the pain of being slowly consumed by flames.
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skylordhorus · 8 months
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somewhat related, if you showed me from like, 10 years ago many a website of today, i would assume that those fuckin things were all riddled with viruses with the amount of ads and poor design (often resulting from said ads needing to be accommodated because they take up 90% of the feckin screen)
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oh my goddddddd you can add reactions to posts now its like being on instagram and facebook this is cus no one reblogs shit any more lmao
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yugocar · 1 year
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more useless personal facts apparently as a child i didnt know how to fucking cough so we had to buy one of those chunky hooked to a lil machine inhalers because i needed to do it so often in order to get rid of the sludge in my lungs
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marcelgerard · 2 years
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you’re telling me on top of all this there’s a lannister on the dragon show named JASON???
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psalacanthea · 2 years
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WiP Wednesday
thank you for the tag @oxygenforthewicked!  Here is a bit from the next chapter about my least favorite kind of people!  I made myself angry writing it!  Hooray!
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“I wasn't sure it was at first, but that's not fake Vallaslin, isn't it?”
The question in a pleasant baritone drew her out of her quiet contemplation, and into a pair of stormy blue eyes that were just a bit too close.  Reflexively rearing back from the elven man, Lia lifted a hand to her chest.  He took a half step back himself, smiling apologetically.  “I startled you.”
“I was lost in my head,” she replied softly, by rote, and then blinked.  Wait, what? “Fake Vallaslin?”
“Unfortunately. Sometimes as a fashion statement.”  He smiled at her small scoff, dropping his head and nodding.  “It's so disrespectful.” Glancing up, he tucked his shoulder-length brown hair behind his ear and then extended his hand.  “Sorry.  I'm Girard.”
This was the consequences of letting Darian drag her out to a bar, she supposed. Forcing a smile, she briefly took the hand and shook it.  “Liana Mahariel of Clan Sabrae.”  She regretted the habitual words as soon as she said them, as his eyes lit up.
“So you are Dalish?”
“Why else would I have Vallaslin?” she said, feeling a bit adrift in the conversation.  
“I suppose that was a stupid question,” he laughed, ducking his head again.  She supposed it should have been charming and self-effacing, but she had already removed herself from the conversation in order to survive it. “This place is great, huh?  Really real, you know?”
Lia had no idea what to say to that, so she said nothing-- but that didn't deter him.
Her not being part of this conversation continued as he expounded to her about his University study of Elvhen anthropology, sipping at her wine and making appropriate noises.  She wasn't certain why exactly he thought she would care.  Well, no, that wasn't correct.  She knew exactly why he thought she would care, and would care to be educated.
She was female.
In her distant, analytical state, she made her own amusements.  For example, the number of times he asked her a question that was about herself.  The number was zero.  The number of times he tried to lean a little closer than she was comfortable with, forcing her to edge away slightly instead of saying something that might be construed as rude? Three.  How many times he offered to buy her another drink?
None; he just did it without asking her.
Rather than touch it, she just let it sit between them, and started a new tally in her head of how many minutes it would take for him to notice she was only being polite to him.
She got to two before a hurricane interrupted.
“Fuckin' excuse me, is this guy botherin' you?”  the voice bristled with surprising aggression, as Darian thumped an elbow down on the bar and leaned around Girard, staring at the side of his face.
“He was just telling me about the post-Elvhenan migration,” Liana replied mildly, trying not to smile.  
“Yes, I was just-”
“Did he buy you that?”  Darian jabbed an inked finger at the untouched glass of wine sitting between them.
Torn between tolerant amusement with his bulldozering and relief at not having to have this confrontation herself, Liana just nodded.  Darian snorted, still far too close to the bewildered Girard, and picked up the glass of wine.  Silently he extended it behind the bar, and dropped it with a shattering crash into the metal sink between the wells.  Liana turned a tired look on him.
“Really, you needed to break the glass, Darian?”
“Go away,” Darian snarled at Girard, who looked nervous askance at Liana.  What was he expecting?  For her to stand up for someone who couldn't even be bothered to ask her if she wanted a drink before buying her one?
“I apologize for him,” she said, and saw his face clear slightly.  Darian's darkened even further.  “Have a lovely night.  Good bye.”
Girard's face fell again.
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Tfw a dream reminds you of feelings you thought you buried a long time ago
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