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ANOTHER LAW BROKEN GO SOPHIE GO!!!

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odysseus core in 600 strike

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i am NOT gaslighting you. i am lying to you. gaslighting implies a level of effort that i am simply not putting in. deceiving you does not require much

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I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.

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Met this lady on a hike recently, and she reminded me autumn is close

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halloweekend.

regulus is little red riding hood and barty is the wolf, and yes regulus is walking him around with a chain.

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ive gotten maybe 200 trick-or-treat asks so far which conjures the imagery of my front door being swarmed with children while i desperately throw bugs and yell "TRICK!!! TRICK!!!!"

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Quick sketch for Halloween ~ Sirius and Regulus as Wirt and Greg ✨

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*whispering* everyone always says that barty fell first and regulus fell later but they’re wrong regulus fell almost immediately and he knew he did he just kept it quiet, cradled it agaisnt his chest and let it sing him to sleep while Barty fell later with a hard smack of realization and a rush of color through the world suddenly becoming clear. Neither fell harder because they’re both in deep.

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👻 Happy Halloween! Favorite spooky BOOp, go! 🐾

A soft spectral stroke? A baffling bony boop? A dusty, petrified prod?

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This is how I see regulus in my head

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it feels like it’s fucking 11pm. and it’s not even 7

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*in a rap battle* i wonder who your mother could have been if she never had you

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Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.

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BOOBS ARE BACK

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Every so often, the local baker must bake something and personally deliver it to the monster in the woods, and in exchange the monster leaves the village alone. What no one knows is, the monster actually has a huge crush on the baker and needs an excuse to see them.