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spin the wheel 3 times

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AO3's acting like when you might be getting sick, and you're trying not to; or your back feels like it wants to go out, and you're willing it to keep going.

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Seeing as I completely deconstructed fundamentalism and conservatism at FORTY, I get more liberal every day of my life.

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Have you ever eaten alligator?

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This would literally break my heart.

:/

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Me to my husband: Oh, I've seen great things online about that show.

What I've actually seen: 37 gifsets and a pages long essay on family dynamics by precisely one mutual.

its a great show from the gifs i’ve seen of it

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anyway you have to think about john winchester at 29 years old with his wife gone and his home and everything in it gone and a six month old nursing baby and a toddler and absolutely nowhere on earth to go. he was grieving and having nightmares but for probably weeks he couldn’t think about that, he could not think about what he’d lost, because he had to take care of them. you have to think about him driving aimlessly and trying to keep his boys happy and fed and trying to make sure they weren’t scared. the idea that he was revenge-blind from day one is ludicrous. he was 29 years old and his baby was crying in the backseat.

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This really, really works!

every time I do a web search, right at the top I have AI info dumping on me

just give me the top result please

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The only organization to rival the church in my personal life trauma is fucking Weight Watchers. I hope they burn in hell.

In a desperate attempt to revive their floundering brand amid declining revenues, WeightWatchers officials announced Thursday that butter was now worth zero points. “Joining the likes of cauliflower, plain Greek yogurt, and air-popped popcorn, butter will now be a WeightWatchers ZeroPoint food, so go ahead and eat—or drink—as much as you like,” said interim CEO Tara Comonte, adding that to make planning easier, the company would be releasing its own brand of frozen butter that customers could purchase in their supermarket’s single-serve meals section.

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My husband watches a lot of fishing YouTube, and they constantly say stuff like:

That's a big boy!

and

Put it in the box!

and

I like a fat rod.

and

Look how deep he took it!

And I'm all.

😏

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I literally just fled both FB and Threads because of all the doom and terror. While plenty of people share their genuine terror and upset on this site, at least there is beautiful fanart to break it all up. I NEED Tumblr tonight.

angel's ask and people reblogging it made me realise how special this fucking website is. no matter what's going on you can open tumblr fucking dot com and be immediately confronted with beautifully drawn blorbo art that someone made purely out of love or feel fond at watching a mutual losing it over a new hyperfixation or see someone's left you a nice reblog tag and it feels like getting a little note through your door to brighten your day. at its best tumblr is about connection and sharing and being unapologetic about what you love. and i love that.

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I’m actually Throwing up while posting this

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i’m a bit high

i’ve always felt like being born on the first of the month was a lil fun and fancy but then i began to wonder if that’s just how everyone feels about their birthday. so i made a poll about it.

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So, today is New Years Day for me; I'm declaring it so. Everyone in my house got sick, completely blowing the chance of having any sort of routine before now. Part of my New Year's goal was to write more. With that in mind, I found a random prompt list, and this is what came out.

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January 16, 2018

Harry rushes downstairs to put his shoes on. He'd love to grab some toast before flooing to work. The tree, with the lights still on, catches the corner of his eye. He needs to take it down. He's needed to take it down for two weeks now. But he's busy and exhausted, and with Draco gone, the chore of getting all the nice ornaments back in their fiddly little boxes feels overwhelming. Worst of all, are the two sad little packages in the back corner. Actually, they are beautiful. One, dark blue with silver ribbon, his for Draco. The other, dark green with a red bow, Draco's for him. If he takes down the tree, he'll have to move them, and to move them, he'll have to look at them and touch them and think about them. Think about the hours after work he spent finding the little antique ivory peacock. Think about two days later when the other present appeared with his name on it. Think about standing with Draco's arms around his middle while they admired the tree, a mixture of priceless Black family heirlooms and weird crafts Teddy brought home years ago. Think about the “Fuck you, Potter,” Draco threw over his shoulder on his way out the door, almost a month ago, now.

So, he thinks about none of it and leaves for work.