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cunt Eddie 🫶 (part 1)

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Yeah, um....yeah, people-- people go away and i-it's sad and it hurts. But, you know, not everyone goes away forever. Sometimes they come back, and as much as we miss them, that's how happy we are to see them again.

Evan "Buck" Buckley + being left behind

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becoming canonically bisexual is not enough i need to hit that man with my car

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BUCK, EDDIE! 8.08 | Wannabes

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babygirl

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florence welch was right. it picks me up puts me down chews me up spits me out a hundred times a day picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far

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on the subject of gale's relationship with love, i find it curious when he says, "to know that you love me for the man i am and not the magic i command—none have loved me so purely before."

it's tempting to jump to the conclusion that gale has never felt loved for who he is, but like...magic was such a large part of his identity for his entire life. he has never been without his magic. perhaps it was impossible for him to even think of anyone loving him without it.

loving gale as he is when you meet him was simply incomprehensible to him, i think. he was no less of a scholar, but as a wizard he had fallen from mystra's graces as her chosen to being a near-powerless recluse in a tower with only a tressym for company. like damn if that isn't a blow to the ego. and yet you're in love with this version of him—just gale, with none of the pomp and glory of Gale of Waterdeep.

none have loved him as he is because he had never been without his magic, and he's always defined himself, first and foremost, by his magical prowess. with you on the road, tadpole in his head and thoroughly underbathed, he hadn't even the power that he did at five years old, and yet you love him anyway? you love him as he is, not as the competent wizard but as the man, gale dekarios, and i think that's just...eye-opening for him.

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something i have always found really weird is when english texts italicize words from other languages.

i remember reading a book as a kid and the author continually italicizing the word tamales

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It won’t let me reblog EVERYONE LOOK

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Having "a lot" of followers on tumblr is funny because probably 80% of them are ghost blogs who haven't been on here in like a decade.

It's like, no no, those aren't my followers, that's a graveyard! I'm the caretaker of a thousands of tombs. I love them, but they've been dead for seven years.

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I know that—objectively—this is bullshit, but I have chosen to believe that the reason the US hasn't formally changed to the metric system is for the poets. When the going gets tough you can still claw your way forward inch by inch, but centimeter by centimeter just doesn't quite carry you. You're in love/excited/nervous/scared and your heart is beating a hundred miles per hour, whoa that sounds fast and dangerous! But a hundred kph? I've been passed by people going faster than that coming out of downtown on capital boulevard. The pound of flesh they take from you is raw and bloody and full of pain, the kilogram of flesh is impersonal and excised in laboratory conditions under strict observation. Liters are okay tho, if only because they sound like meter and a meter is used to measure things, so the measure of a man can be siphoned (as a byproduct of the kilogram) into a bottle with a screw cap lid and stored in a dark cool room until he is found wanting. A gallon would be wasteful, a quart too unserious, and a cup not enough to keep him from withering in the desert sands under 100 degree faeghreignheit sun. ...Okay maybe celsius gets a pass too.