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hes having fun 🐝!! original text post

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and yet again a small collab with @rebelwithoutabroom bc literally nothing is stopping us 🤭🤭🤭 this time it was one base two artists!! guess who drew who lol

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All of the latest journal spreads together.

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I miss when I would get Tumblr asks that actually said things and weren't just digital panhandling scams.

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I'm not a hater but so much shit is stupid

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shows should have 22 episodes a season again where half of them are low stakes silly fun shit happening. this i believe with my whole heart

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Shoutout to Taizi @rebelwithoutabroom, thank you for once again taking the time and care to create our stunning icons and banner!! Fairytales from the SMP: Volume III looks so good in red ✨

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The OTW is Recruiting for Open Doors Import Assistants and Fanlore Policy & Admin Volunteers

Are you interested in the rescue and preservation of fanworks? Are you a good wiki editor? The Organization for Transformative Works is recruiting! Read more at: https://otw-news.org/245cpa7n.

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c!dnf with "There's so much goodness in you.” Please.

“There is goodness in you, you know.” George murmurs.

Dream laughs, a hollow tired kind of sound. “Yeah?” He asks, humouring George. “You think?”

( soft fluffy c!dnf set post-prison ^_^ muah this made me happy to write )

George hums noncommittally. There’s no point trying to convince Dream of anything verbally. He’s always been too headstrong, too stubborn. You can’t convince the sun to stop rising. George can’t convince Dream that he is worthy of being treasured. Some things change slowly, the ocean wearing down a rock.

“I guess.” He says, and where his head is laying on Dream’s chest, splays his arm out, locking hands with one of Dream’s restless ones. Ignores the way he briefly flinches as if expecting a blow. “I mean, you hold me. That feels good.”

Dream rolls his eyes. They’re duller than they used to be, but George can still find his way in them.

“You would say that,” he mutters, “pillow princess.”

But he makes no move to get up, to end the moment. His eyes are trained solely on George, and as usual George feels struck under the intensity of his gaze.

“Your hands,” George says, and slowly tightens his own fingers around Dream’s, “and your arms.”

“They kill.” His partner tells him.

“Yeah. And they bake.” He shrugs, breaking eye contact to instead turn his attention to Dream’s chest. Distantly he can hear his heart, rabbit-quick, racing. George shifts one hand, tentatively lays it to rest over the thump-thump-thump of his lover’s heart.

Dream goes quiet, then. A different sort of quiet from his usual, where he spirals in his own thoughts and flinches whenever he’s touched as if expecting to be hurt. This quiet is focused, wanting, desirous.

George’s hand presses flat against the gaunt chest. He thinks Dream would let him carve his heart out, if he asked.

“Don’t make me get sappy.” George mutters, and this time Dream makes a choked noise. “Or I will actually slip rotten flesh into the beetroot soup.”

“You wouldn’t.” Mock-offended, Dream gasps, but it’s lazy, relaxed. One of his hands threads through George’s hair, and George can’t stop himself from making a little purring noise. “That would be mean.”

“Yeah. There’s meanness inside me.” He smirks. Tries to ignore the fact that for the first time since the prison, since the crown, since the war, Dream is here and soothed and cradling him. “And I guess there’s some goodness in you. We’re a… versatile couple.”

Rough lips press to his hair. George basks it in: the warmth of Dream’s arms, the comfort of the bed, the light of the late morning sun.

“And,” he adds, “to show your niceness, you should carry me downstairs for breakfast.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well.” Dream makes a show of pulling him closer, bare skin against bare skin, body pressed flush against body. “If the king demands it.”

But they fall back asleep not long after in the summer haze. Between the haze of dreams and the sticky heat of his and Dream’s embrace, George feels content, and clings to Dream just a little more than before.

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Chilling

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can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??

a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.

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“Public libraries are such important, lovely places!” Yes but do you GO there. Do you STUDY there. Do you meet friends and get coffee there. Do you borrow the FREE, ZERO SUBSCRIPTION, ZERO TRACKING books, audiobooks, ebooks, and films. Have you checked out their events and schemes. Do you sign up for the low cost courses in ASL or knitting or programming or writing your CV that they probably run. Do you know they probably have myriad of schemes to help low income families. Do you hire their low cost rooms if you need them. Have you joined their social groups. Do you use the FREE COMPUTERS. Do you even know what your library is trying to offer you. Listen, the library shouldn’t just exist for you as a nice idea. That’s why more libraries shut every year

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How dare they

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the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

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University really is about looking at the worst pdf known to man huh

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Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "The Dream"

[Text ID: "why couldn't it go on longer? / Because it was a dream."]