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inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

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Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope

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this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

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having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing

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Movie Tag Game

Tagged by @synobun !

Something something gif some (10?) favorite movies without naming them and then bully your friends!

Tagging @jules-m-scribbles @wasabipesto @laboradorescence and anyone else who wants to do this!

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Movie Tag Game

I was tagged by @bloodiedpunk for this. I have a feeling Tumblr's gif search will fail me miserably. But! Oh well! Here we go! Yippee! Wahoo!

Rules: without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite films and then tag ten people to do the same.

I shall tag. idk. anyone. but also: @rosewinterborn @dmardsanddaisies @stupid-elf @atinydroid

@carrotblr @shorter-than-her-tbr-pile @awritingcaitlin @m34gs

@m-kv @psilocybinch

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The Nigerian Job is such a special pilot to me. “THE Parker?” “Is there someone better?” “No, but Parker is insane”. “I don’t even know what it is you do” to “That’s what I do”. The OT3 elevator scene. Eliot helping to haul Hardison out of the warehouse before it explodes. Their mini-con escape from the hospital. “What’s in it for me?” “Payback, and if it goes right, a lot of money” “What’s in it for me?” “A lot of money, and if it goes right, payback” and “I was just gonna send 1000 porno magazines to his office but hell yeah”. The Sophie “this isn’t her stage” reveal. The bait and switch that they meant for Dubenich to know he was being conned. “It’s a walk away job” but none of them do. “So go find some bad guys. Bad guys have money.” It does so much good work to establish what this show and these characters could become without jumping the gun on making them get too close too fast.

Like, the thesis of the episode is Nate’s “You all know what you can do, but I know what you can do together” and it’s such a fantastic way to handle a pilot because it’s all about potential: we understand immediately that these people are already hyper competent, but by the end of the episode we see what they could become together too. It’s about showing you the tentative beginnings of this partnership and all the space it still has to grow.

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one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

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sometimes writing feels less like storytelling and more like summoning words from the void. they either come willingly… or drag you into the abyss.

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Sometimes Deirta wonders if having children was a mistake. She loves her sons, loves them more than she knew she was able to. But it aches, is a pain she does not know how to heal. It was easier when they were small, easily corralled into her arms and held to her chest. Pieces of her heart so close but forever separated from her. Essek had been quiet, gentle, hesitant to leave the protective circle of her arms. Content to be held and listen while the world spun on around him. Her little star. Verin had refused to be contained, always moving, running to and fro, every thought broadcast to the world. Nothing held his attention long there was so much to see and learn and do and he had wanted all of it. Her bright sun. Verin had settled, grown into what duty and tradition demanded. Still bright, still a shining light, but tempered by expectation and responsibility. Essek had chaffed. What were duty and tradition but excuses to stagnate? He had listened to the world and wished to sing it's song back, to add his own leitmotif to echo through the ages. It was easier when she could ignore how they had outgrown their childhoods. Fragments of her soul given minds of their own, reflecting back shades of herself she would prefer not to see. She does not know how to heal what has been broken, how to fit them back into her chest where they can sit safely beneath her ribs. She loves her sons. She wonders if it is a mistake to love that they are imperfect. Essek has fled her protection, is gone beyond her reach. He had not been content to live a life restrained, had traded duty for knowledge, had discarded tradition to carve his own path. she whispers quiet prayers for him in hope that wherever he is he might know he is not alone. Verin has become a shield against the darkness of their world. Soldier, commander, Taskhand. Returning to her bloodied, bruised, and broken. Alive. He wears expectation like armor, wielded responsibility like a weapon. He lets her hold him close when they are alone, indulging her desire to keep him a child a while longer. Verin returns to her, no matter how far duty takes him his feet will eventual bring him back to her. Stories of the places he has been, the battles he has fought, the things he has learned. Her bright sun returned to chase away the darkness. Essek. Her little star. She looks for in every crowd. It would be easier if she did not love them. Sometimes she wonders if having children was a mistake.

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Weehoo fountain

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I hate when mages waltz into battle lethargically swishing their stupid staves around. Did you sleep through warcasting class? Your movements should be swift and precise, jackass. You should be practicing economy of movement and simplifying your somatics. Does Sypha Belnades mean nothing to you??

I can counterspell your ass in 0.43 seconds, but I don't even need to because with all your chanting and waving your staff around like it's febreeze, you've given me a 30 second window of time to beat you to death. If you can't cast lightning bolt with one sharp thrust, you might as well give your healer a shovel because they're gonna need it to scrape you off the floor. You fuck. *casts Extremely Loud Wet Noise in your face and leaves*