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when everyone hates something you love and you just can't say anything because you're afraid you'll get cancelled or yelled at or something...

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i watched two episodes of the office: australia and it's not bad. i thought it would be a remake of the american one. literally the same thing with the same dialogues but different actors, which i think is pointless. but it turns out, it's just an australian version. everyone does that. the american one wasn’t exactly original either.

the caricatured characters and their awkward humour annoyed me in the office usa as well, so nothing new here.

the australian jim and pam (i haven't remembered their names yet) are cute and nice to watch. my favourite character after two episodes is the tired blonde who has kids and a wife.

the season only has 8 episodes, so i'll finish it.

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oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

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As far as I’m concerned, Serena and Dan end up getting divorced before hitting the two year mark, and Carter is back in the picture before the ink is dry.

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"why won't you leave me alone Carter you're not my boyfriend" - Serena

"But I seem to be only one you tell your secrets to" - Carter

"Yeah plenty attention from everyone except the one you want it from" - Carter talking about Serena's dad

HER HEARTBROKEN FACE AND HE KNOWS it. She doesn't have to say any words, he knows what's really going on with these stunts. This though to me, this moment cemented them as OTP. HE SEES her, he does noT IDOLIZE her like Cough DAN (BIG DAIR SHIPPER HERE...but him and Serena were only cute in season one imo and Dan judged her a lot tbh). FAULTs and all, he has his too. They were brought up in a world of privilege but really, were deeply insecure and lonely as a result of it.

He knows what she's doing he understands her.....

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This could be my last report from Gaza by Tareq S. Hajjaj. Please read.

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if you had asked me as a child what colour the sky was, i would have confidently said blue and yellow. because i grew up on the baltic coast next to one of the most travelled ship routes of the world, and the unfiltered sulfur pouring out of the exhausts of nearly a hundred cargo ships every day turned into a thick layer of sickly yellow laying over the horizon. especially on sunny summer days, it settled of the sea like the cheap imitation of a sunset, out of place during the bright daylight.

then, from one summer to the next, the yellow slowly but surely faded away. because a new legislation passed - one which heavily penalised airborne ship emissions in the area. and while the silhouettes of ships across the passage never became less frequent, their backdrop was now such a pure blue that its hard to imagine that it was ever different.

i think about this everytime someone tells me that climate legislation doesn't work, everytime a new media story declaring our helplessness in the face of certain environmental doom makes the rounds. don't get me wrong - the situation we are facing in terms of climate change and environmental destruction is certainly terrifying. but everyday, people are working tirelessly to implement law and policy that could change that fact. and because of those people, a newly bright blue sky touches down over the baltic sea. and that has to count for something, i think.

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anyway I love things like having independence, being intelligent, taking pride in my skills, not feigning incompetence, referring to myself as a woman instead of a girl, aging unapologetically, having pores, stretch marks, grey hairs, wrinkles and body fat, listening to my body's needs, eating as much as I need to satisfy my hunger, being bare-faced, wearing comfortable clothes, etcetera

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barbie’s line of “i don’t want to be an idea anymore” hit so fucking hard in ways that i cannot comprehend well enough to even begin to explain

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I think my biggest beef w a lot of modern au darklina fics is that they forget he's part of an oppressed minority and that's a large part of his identity and informs a lot of his politics. Idk like he's not this privileged condescending rich boy. And while it obviously scratches a certain itch for a lot of people, it doesn't really feel authentic

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I hope the mutuals I never talk to are doing well.

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when Sister Michael said "I'd do it myself but I don't want to" and when Laszlo Cravensworth said "I'd go myself but I can't be fucked"

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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

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“The stallion who mounts the world will burn no cities now. His khalasar shall trample no nations into dust.”

“I spoke for you,” she said, anguished. “I saved you.”

“Saved me ?” The Lhazareen woman spat.

“Three riders had taken me, not as a man takes a woman but from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The fourth was in me when you rode past. How then did you save me ?

I saw my god’s house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting.

My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads.

I saw the head of a baker who made my bread.

I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past.

I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips.

Tell me again what you saved.

“Your life.”

Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. “Look to your khal and see what life is worth, when all the rest is gone.”

I have to be honest, when I first read that scene in 2008, I considered Mirri the monster that deceived and betrayed Daenerys and therefore she deserved to die.

Years later, I reread the books for the first time and Daenerys already did things I found awful so I was more open minded to take in consideration Mirri’s POV… that truly changed my opinion on what GRRM created.

Mirri Maz Duur is a brown woman who lived in a peaceful community when one day a particular strong clan of Dothraki attacked her village and that lead into the slaughter and mass rape of everyone she knew and loved.

Mirri did witness the carnage firsthand and, most importantly, she was also a victim of the Dotharki violence.

When Daenerys “saved” her, Mirri was already a broken soul and rereading that scene it seems really a sinister joke that Daenerys wanted to save a few Lhazareen women when the main reason why Drogo decided to massacre this peaceful group of people is that he needed more slaves to trade for a fleet to invade Westeros and give Daenerys a throne that didn’t mean anything to the Lhazareen.

And there is more: Daenerys “saved” Mirri and made her one of her slaves and as such she was bound to serve the new Dothraki khal, the great khal of khals who would have united the Dothraki as one horde and used them to conquer the entire world, in other words a new Dothraki prophesied to wipe out the entire world… the future looked darker with every day that passed.

From this point of view, I understood why Mirri did what she did and she wasn’t the evil witch that I believed she was at first.

I love how we can revisit a book and understand it in a completely different way!

If Mirri set out to kill Drogo, I wouldn’t blame her at all (I don’t think anyone would if Dany weren’t at the center of this), but I’m not convinced that’s what she did. She had training and experience and gave clear instructions,

But they didn’t follow them,

The same goes for when Dany asks her to save him. She gives warning about the cost and tells Dany no one can enter the tent, but Jorah takes Dany in. Somehow, people still hold her responsible for Rhaego’s death which isn’t entirely fair.

It’s perfectly understandable to not catch details on a normal reading, there are so many things to keep track of, but even if Mirri did set out to kill her oppressor, on what grounds can we object? If I had suffered what she had and Dany reproached me for not being grateful, I’d laugh at that cruel joke too.

Thank you for sharing your evolution of thought here, anon. I enjoyed reading it!

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“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?” - Lord of the Flies written by William Golding

“You know there’s no “it,” right? It was just us.” “Is there a difference?” - Yellowjackets, “Storytelling” written by Ameni Rozsa

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could you do I still do for the writing meme?

in reference to this writing ask game that i posted on monday! the prompt was i still do.

this one was requested three times and i am nothing if not a servant to the people. and if anyone saw this already last night before i took it down, you will know this is my second go around on this one - same vibe, different ending. enjoy!

James wasn’t trying to count. He just knew – it’d been 102 days since Erin had kissed him in Donegal.

Almost 103, if he were getting technical about it – it was a minute to midnight on New Year’s Eve, and they were sprawled out around the television in his aunt and uncle’s house with an array of bon bons and chips around them and Princess Bride on in the background.

Michelle was insisting that she hadn’t total botched the glitter nail polish on Clare’s left big toe – “it’s supposed to look like that, Clare” – and Erin was idly braiding and re-braiding the same portion of Orla’s hair, both pairs of their eyes intently watching the film from where they sat at the other end of the sofa.

They could have been at Jenny Joyce’s party instead. But, as they often did these days, they had deferred to Clare and she hadn’t wanted to go.

“I’d rather not think about it being New Year’s that much,” she’d said and he’d immediately understood. He was pretty sure they’d all immediately understood: it was hard to start a new year when it was one that her dad would never be a part of.

So he wasn’t going to say, but as soon as the clock had hit 11:30, he couldn’t help but glance at his watch every few minutes. He just wanted to know when it was going to officially be 1998. He just wanted to know when it was going to be 103 days.

It’d been almost 103 days of a lot of Erin – intentional glances and well-placed hand brushes and sitting next to each other and continually edging the boundary “to wait” ever further. Like when they’d been doing homework at Erin’s kitchen table and he’d reached over to tuck a piece of hair that kept falling out of her clip behind her ear. Or when she’d held his hand at Mr. Devlin’s funeral (but then, so had Orla). And when they’d all parted after the wake, he thought maybe he’d felt a glancing kiss on his cheek as she pulled back from a hug. He wished he’d thought to do the same.

Almost 103 days. Almost 103 days was a long time – a long time of replaying the same moment over and over again in his head. He wanted a new moment to think about for the next 103.

He hadn’t expected to get it coming out of the toilet at 12:08.

“Oh! Sorry, do you need – I was just washing off the face mask,” he said when he opened the door to see Erin waiting outside it in the upper hallway.

“Aye, just…yeah, the toilet,” she said, motioning awkwardly to the open door behind him, but making no movement to go in. She looked at him a long moment and seemed to be chewing at the inside of her lip. “Um – don’t know if you noticed, but…Happy New Year.”

He felt his face relax into a smile. “Happy New Year. Yeah, I noticed. Just…didn’t want to say anything.”

“Right. Same,” she said. “I’m glad we’re here tonight, and not at – but, well, I had sort of wanted to…,” she trailed off. He couldn’t tell if it was the dim light, but her cheeks looked flushed.

“Want to – what?” he asked, eyebrows raised in question.

She shuffled her feet and chewed on her lip for another second, before she darted out on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek and landing somewhere right at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh!” he said, and instinctively, accidentally took a step back. The change on her face was instant.

“Oh my god. Oh shit. Sorry. Oh God. Sorry. I shouldn’t have –” she stammered, eyes wide in sudden embarrassment. “I – I thought we…I thought you still – oh God. Sorry. I’m just…going to –” she said, and tried to maneuver around him to the toilet.

“No! Wait, Erin –” he said, his brain scrambling to catch up. He reached out a hand to grab her; if he could just make her stay – his hand connected, wrapping around her wrist and ensuring that she turned back before she could lock herself in the toilet for the rest of the night. It’s what he figured she’d do; it’s what he would do. “Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean –”

“It’s ok. I should have – I shouldn’t have thought. You know. It’s been a while. I should have asked or, or –”

“No. Erin. I still do. I still – here,” he said, and stepped into her in one fluid motion, placing his hand against her cheek and a kiss against her lips. And when he stepped back, this time she didn’t look embarrassed, though the high flush in her cheeks had remained. “I still do.”

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just finished watching S3E2 of Suits and I'M FULL ON SOBBING LOUIS DESERVES BETTER FUCKING HELL. LIKE I KNOW THAT HARVEY MEANS EVERYTHING TO MIKE BUT LOUIS TRIED SO HARD AND HE REALLY MEANT IT AND HE WAS SO HAPPY. GOD I FUCKING HATE MIKE. LIKE HE SHOULD AT LEAST HAVE LET LOUIS HAVE HIM FOR A FEW MONTHS BC COME ON. LOUIS. LOUIS DID EVERYTHING AND HE JUST TURNED ON HIM LIKE THAT. HE GOT A CAKE AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT LOUIS HIMSELF DID THAT ATROCIOUS LETTERING BC IT'S OFF CENTERED AND PLAIN IM GONNA START FUCKING CRYING OKAY NOBODY TOUCH ME.