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proud to be one of the four people online who has drawn assassins fanart

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god grant me the strength to write my weird porn, the serenity to write my weird porn and the wisdom to write my weird porn

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Honorary Broadway Diva Joshua Henry as Coalhouse Walker Jr. performs "Make Them Hear You" from Ragtime (2024) at New York City Center. [November 6, 2024]

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I cannot relate to people who dislike female characters for “being manipulative.” She’s literally creative problem solving before your eyes. She’s literally just using her words. Maybe the other blorbos should be less pawn-like for her beautiful hands hmm

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90% of my writing experience is doing this

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a tardigrade has fallen and scraped all eight of his little knees

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THE iDOLM@STER website circa 2008

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THE iDOLM@STER MOBILE Promotional Banners

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what i would (personally) get for christmas for every passion character (pt. 1)

clara - curl cream, a hair diffuser and a detangling brush!

fosca - a hitachi magic wand (self-explanatory)

giorgio - a 3 in 1 pack of chapstick (summer collection) from dollar general

doctor tambourri - marijuana.

colonel ricci - nothing!

the maid - an engagement ring. (we're getting married in the spring!)

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Furthermore whoever removed the audio jack from phones should be grilled in front of congress. The fact that I need a dongle to listen to music on a modern telephone while 20 years ago I could have simply plugged a universally standardized cord into the audio jack everyone knew how to use is an anti-human move that should be punished.

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Picasso vs. Sargent (1966) by Norman Rockwell

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lines from my current wip i think go hard

chat let me cook!!!

content warning: 50s era prejudice, sex work mention

 “You are rather eloquent for an Oriental, I was under the impression that your people’s language was too far distanced from our own to ever reach a satisfactory fluency." “Perhaps for an individual more ‘fresh off the boat’ as it is said, but I will have you know that my great-grandparents first arrived in this country almost one hundred years ago. It was their hands that bled building the railroads, their children who suffered in the slums of the West Coast so that my parents could come here and provide me with the education denied to them. I am sorry, but I am every bit as American as you.” The young man took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “And I am no ‘Oriental’, I am a Chinese. Surely the recent war has impressed upon you the differences between us Eastern peoples.”

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Though it would cut into their lesson time, the young man said nothing about Heliodora’s reading in a language other than English. He merely sat and watched with a sort of sad expression, listening intently to the words though he did not understand them. It made her happy to know that her son would have some contact with her past, even a single root back to the cold soil from which she sprouted. Once, she caught tears forming in her eyes as she told a fairy tale her mother had read to her over and over as a girl. Though she had read this story hundreds of times and knew every word by heart, she became too choked up to continue speaking. The young man came and sat by her side, putting one thin arm around her shaking shoulders. There he sat, unspeaking until Heliodora had cried herself dry and she continued reading as if nothing had happened.

Christmas passed by, as did the New Year and her birthday. Solus bought her a diamond necklace and a summer trip to Hawaii. It would be her first time on an airplane, he told her excitedly, considering they ended up crossing the Atlantic by boat. The young man instead gifted her a copy of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. It wasn’t new, the pages had been warped by water and the threads on the cover were wearing away, but he presented it to her with great enthusiasm. The inscription on the inside cover read: “To Heliodora, who I find curiouser and curiouser each time we meet. Good luck on all your future adventures.”

He wanted to believe he wasn’t someone who dwelled on unpleasant things, it was the other way around, unpleasant things tended to dwell on him. A side effect of spending so much time on his own. This town was far from welcoming to anyone not white enough to pass, which made it a bit hard to find places to go. At school, most people avoided him. If he performed well, they would nod their heads and say “as expected”. If he performed poorly, they would say “there really is no saving those people, is there?” At some point he had ceased caring.

To dream was a privilege reserved for those with a future. For those without, daring to dream had consequences.

They were both still young and full of passion and for a moment Heliodora’s fears dissipated. To feel she was wanted, to feel she was wanted. The sacrifices she had made to come here would have all been worth it for that. She could lose herself in that want. But it was not to be. Yes, they fell laughing onto the sheets. Yes, Solus’s face lit up with joy as he admired how beautiful his wife was, how dedicated she was to his satisfaction. Yet when the time came to join in making love, that faraway look reemerged and Heliodora understood that she had lost.

“This wasn’t your first time?” That’s all he could think to say. “Attacked? Never. Selling my company? Hardly.” “Who’s buying?” “Anyone who can pay. You’d be surprised at the variety. Women, men, anyone bored enough and rich enough to throw their money away.” “Why?” “Who knows. Guess a lot more people are a lot more lonely than they’d like to admit.” The young man paused and flicked his gaze over to where Solus was standing. “Oh. You mean why do I do it? Well, not everyone’s so safe and secure as you Mister War Hero and Factory Owner. I’ve got to eat, don’t I? Have to pay my damn tuition. You couldn’t possibly believe that I could survive solely on what you pay me to teach your wife.” Solus was left aghast. Instead of making any kind of admission of fault in himself he said, “You should go to the hospital.” The young man laughed. It was just about all he knew how to do. Just about all he could do at this moment. “I’ll see you and Heliodora on Tuesday.” Solus retrieved his hat from the counter where he had left it and made his way toward the exit. Halfway there, he stopped. “How much?” he asked. The young man smiled sadly. “What are you offering?” 

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this is why we are going to get married