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One funny aspect to the (probably only one person) "Swifties vs Lestat" feud is that Taylor and Lestat probably would date and then write mean songs about each other.

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Natural History of Dragons Series by Marie Brennan

Art by Todd Lockwood

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the world is running out of glassblowers and yet you want to become a fucking doctor

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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?

Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:

“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”

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Prompt: 6 + 11 --> "you look good like this."

I'm crying, somebody sent me this ask but it got lost in the ether 😭 It is neither in my drafts nor in my inbox anymore, and I did not even get to see who it was from so I cannot tag them.

To the sender, it has been a while, but I am going through the x + x fic prompts again. In case you remember asking for 6 + 11, this one is for you! 😭

(Rating: PG)

“You look good like this,” says Glorfindel, a smile teasing at his lips.

Erestor, far from pleased by this, only scowls up at him. “What, disarmed and defeated?”

Those things, yes, Glorfindel supposes, looking down at Erestor on his knees, sitting on his heels, red-faced and still catching his breath. Off to the side, the counsellor's sword lies haphazardly where it fell from when Glorfindel finally was able to twist it out of Erestor's grasp.

He also supposes that such an occasion is cause for celebration, for it is not everyday that Erestor would admit to being bested by anyone. Then again, the results of a duel are often self-evident—Glorfindel still has his sword, for one.

But truth be told, Glorfindel is thinking along the lines of Erestor being on his knees; flushed, yes; panting, also yes; but in a context infinitely more preferable than on a public training field.

A part of Glorfindel once again mourns that Erestor is so difficult, and so dense, that he doesn't see how Glorfindel looks at him beyond the disagreements and the teasing. What a shame, because it truly is a good look on him: Erestor's hair is always so pristine, it begs to be messed with; the colour on his skin, when it comes, crawls so high on his cheeks, it softens all his edges. And oh, his lips, when they draw breath the way they do, the thoughts they are inspire in Glorfindel are just so...

Glorfindel tilts his head, and the smile he throws at Erestor is—yes, smug, but also, just this side of bemused. He does not know how many more hints it needs to take. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Erestor's scowl is fierce as he moves to rise, already turning to make for the sword he lost. Glorfindel sighs and looks away the moment his opponent bends down, because of course to stare would be rude, but also, he can only endure so much himself in a day.

“You’re smug now,” Erestor calls to him from across the field, “but I'll have you on your back in no time.”

Glorfindel looks up at the skies and bites his tongue, because surely he must know what he's doing. But all Erestor does is turn around and make his way down the path that leads to the main house, with nary a backward glance.

Glorfindel watches him go, and the words escape under his breath before he can stop them. “All this trouble when you need but only ask.”

If Erestor heard, he makes no sign of it, his steps sure and steady as he marches down the dirt path.

Glorfindel can only smile, shake his head, before he sets about clearing the field.

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Friendly reminder for any other people on the autism spectrum:

It's not recommended to offer to kill someone's dad, especially if you're talking to a stranger

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your daily reminder that this is a microblogging website and not every post you see is a sweeping well thought-out hot take for you to consider and many posts are in fact vent posts that blew up on accident

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nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

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i had a 4 hour drive today so i put on the revenge of the sith audiobook and the part where palpatine tells anakin to kill dooku came on right around the time that i saw a cybertruck and for a brief and beautiful moment when he said "do it" i had the urge to ram my honda full on into that shitty ass car

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at work we have a bartender named tyler and he collects wine corks so we put them in a little box for him and another bartender makes fun of him cause his t’s look like l’s so she wrote “lyler’s corks” and i saw it this morning and i grabbed a marker and changed the ‘c’ to a ‘g��

and after he left a bartender came up to me and said “aww lyler left his gorks” and i lost it

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Ok I am once again liveblogging the Word of the Year vote

• For informal word of the year, multiple people have gone up to the mic announcing themself as “team rawdog”

• One respected professor threw his support behind “W”, saying (I’m paraphrasing) “double the u, double the pleasure”

• In lieu of an institution, one person announced themself as a “tumblr shitposter”. That person? Was me.

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So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

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I told my dad that British people call canned whipped cream squirty cream and he got a weird look on his face and said “do some people have no shame?” and I was like no really that’s what they call it and he was like oh you’re serious what

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Some parents will never forgive you for how they failed you