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#photography#nature#plants#photos#film photography#those days were so unreal#my university had a place inside the complex but like#an exterior little park with trees and grass#and plants and flowers#i kind of miss it#memories
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Are there any oddities about yourself that you have noticed since your resurrection??
Well... I don't seem to dream anymore, which is different. Johnny expressed some sort of envy over it when I told him. I don't think it feels the way he imagines it would, though... As if it would help him tell which reality is real. It doesn't do that for me.
Because I lack the capacity to dream, I sometimes wonder if THIS is the dream. I mean, it seems absurd I would come back to life this way. Definitely feels like something that could have been coughed up by the sick wishes of my repressed subconscious.
But even if I am dreaming... so what? I'd keep doing what I am doing. I already know the afterlives are bullshit, so it's not like I'm building up moral energy with my actions now for any sort of angelic pay-off later.
Maybe I'll wake up, maybe I'll die again, maybe the aliens Nny despises will finally find his house and blow it to smithereens. It's not really worth worrying about. I'll deal with that when it comes.
But anyways, yes, it is odd that I don't seem to dream.
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Did I ever tell y'all that I used to act in high school?
Not like, PROFESSIONALLY or anything, but I did speech and debate. Speech was essentially the acting side of things, and so I did that all four years. I was actually really good. Went to state every year and (finally) made it to nationals my senior year. I was constantly placing top three at tournaments.
#i kind of miss it#kind of wish i had insisted on pursuing it sometimes#don't know if i ever will again#i liked doing plays and everything too
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I’ve been dreaming a lot in the last months but I usually forget what they’re about. Apparently last night I was dreaming about having my to develop film in a makeshift dark room. I was having to figure out what spectrum of light was okay the expose the photo paper too and everything. Odd.
#I haven’t developed my own film since high school#I kind of miss it#but it’s so stressful I was always worried thst I’d mix up the chemicals#and I never could get the hang of winding the film on the little rollers to go in the canisters for developing
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Thinking about it, I haven't been jumpscared in a good few years....
#back in the day we had to be careful with every kind of link or gifs or video......#i kind of miss it#keepin' it mellow
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burns always stay
#i saw this one post talking about burn marks from cigarettes#it reminds me of when i used to burn myself#i still do sometimes but less now#i used to use cigarettes too#there are lil marks on my hands and arms#i kind of miss it
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I've been following your art for a while and I really love that our interests have aligned since bnha era
Uwah ! I'm so happy to know you have been around for quite a while :"0 pffft, my bnha era was not so good (to me) but I'm glad to receive a loving, loyal, and supportive audience throughout as well as improving so much by going through these fandoms and interests :") 🤍
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remember when brandon saad was on the avs. our saadfather era
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I saw this question posed on tiktok, but I think Tumblr would really enjoy it too.
If a fae creature offered to give one million dollars for a bone FROM YOUR BODY chosen at random, how many bones would you allow them to take?
Light clarifications; The fae is not the one choosing the bones. The bone is taken at random. Each bone, no matter the size or importance, is worth a full million dollars. You must also declare the exact number first, you can't go bone-by-bone. You either say 2 or you say 10, you can't work your way up to a higher number. The bones are removed instantaneously, and the money is given immediately as well. You will not get in government trouble for acquiring the money.
Tell me in the tags/replies how many bones you'd let the fae take. And as always, reblog for bigger sample size.
#for the record I would let the fae take 5#there's 206 bones in the adult human body#a lot of them are small bones in the hands and feet#I feel like its worth the risk to allow 5 to go#and as long as nothing like my skull or pelvis or a really important bone gets taken#with five million dollars I can probably get some kind of surgery to replace a bone thats missing if its bothersome#polls#tumblr polls
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love when two characters are both Romantics but in opposite ways. actually love when two characters do the same thing for different reasons and still end up with the same fate kind of obsessed actually. grumpy x sunshine trope but what if they were both doomed by the narrative yknow
#original characters#two surgeons popping pills one to throw themselves harder into their job the other to escape it#living and breathing their work vs desperately clawing to live and breathe anything else#i love my ocs guys i swear#jesus i haven’t rped in so long#i kind of miss it#especially people with other fucked up little characters
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well that was awkward
#happy belated ace week everyone#i miss season 2 when everything was still kind of silly#and jon didn't make tim hate him yet :(((((#instead was just tim playing matchmaker#and being terrible at it#i like to hc basira as aro so it makes their situation funnier for me#tma#the magnus archives#magpod#tma s2#tma season two#timothy stoker#basira hussain#jonathan sims#tma fanart#asexual#aromantic#my stuff
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I thought I'd share my Pizza email to the OED
To whom it may concern,
Myself along with my fellow researchers in the [COLLEGE] cosmology lab came across a definition that appears in your dictionary that we find unnecessarily restrictive and criminally narrow. This is the definition for the beloved food pizza. It reads "A savoury dish of Italian origin, consisting of a flat, usually round base of dough, baked with a topping of tomatoes, cheese, and any of various other ingredients, such as meat, anchovies, or olives". I have several problems with this phrasing. Firstly it demands that every pizza that is to be deemed worthy in your allegedly all seeing eyes must contain both tomatoes and cheese. Is this to imply that both red and white pizzas are some other unrelated foodstuff altogether? I would also like to point out that you stated that it must contain tomatoes not tomato products. This would outlaw any pizza that contains tomato sauce rather than whole tomatoes, not to mention the myriad other sauces that are commonplace on pizza. Perhaps it is your imperialist and elitist ideals that you so odiously hold that leads you to such restrictive definitions. Pizza is one of, if not the, most expansive and varied foods under the sun. To lock it in such a small box and throw away the key is not only distasteful, but borderline negligent. It is my sincerest hope that your offices might take a long and stern look in the mirror, and see that the wonderful world of pizza is much more rich and colorful than you have ever imagined before.
I thank you for your time and attention, and hope to see your organization put its restrictive nature behind it as we hurtle into a more brave and just world.
Yours in dough, [NAME]
[COLLEGE] Class of '25 [EMAIL]
I actually sent this, with my real info that I have redacted here.
#pizza#email#dictionary#oxford#oed#my professor read this before I sent it#we did very serious research in the lab#I kind of miss it
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hehe 😉 10 weeks (70 days) without smoking!
#i kind of miss it#specially when i hang out with my frinds#but omg#my life quality improved a lot#quitting smoking#quittingsmoking#smoking
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know#im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie#or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them#snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book#that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#lucy gray baird#not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration#but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause#like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time#he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets#and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets#he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved#but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires
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ive been on hermitblr for two years now but before that i was on simblr for 3 and a half years! and i made over 2000 original posts in that time??? i did an entire 10 generation legacy challenge???? and i had 200 followers????? all on a different blog ofc. insane
#that time in my life was so weird#i kind of miss it#also i stole that blog's url for this one#rip deadsparrows (simblr version)#trephining
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Redstar's Encounter
The leader of FireClan, Redstar, was padding alongside the border his clan shared with HurricaneClan. His paws had brought him here by pure instinct; a longing deep in his bones for some kind of confrontation.
He had been restless all throughout the stuffy morning, lazing in the sun outside his den with his mate, Secretstare, trying not to stress about becoming a father. He had been desperate to leave the confines of camp; leap down from his great mountain and stretch the anxious joints that were left creaking in the camp clearing, but Secretstare had seemed so comfortable, and Redstar couldn’t stand making his beautiful mate unhappy. She had saved him from the terrible fate of loneliness after all; a fate the tom had felt resigned to until her and her soft-spoken voice lifted him from his dark, fogged mind.
Redstar gazed across the border, bright cerulean eyes glittering with malice. “HurricaneClan,” he growled.
The tom’s pelt prickled as he began to remark the border along the sandy beach. An impulse to shift the invisible boundary was stronger than ever. The large, crimson-furred warrior was hungry for territory. FireClan was growing, and with his and Secretstare’s kits on the way, they needed extra prey to keep his clan well-fed and strong. HurricaneClan could attack at any moment, after all. They were notorious for striking without reason, especially in the days before Oysterstar rose to leadership.
As the large cat mulled over these thoughts, a sharp scent struck his nose. He bent to sniff a patch of sand decorated with tiny spiral shells. His fur bristled when the scent of fresh HurricaneClan smacked his senses.
It was across the border, on his territory.
Studying the ground below him further, the leader found paw-steps speckling the pale sand. The marks were scuffed, and hard to read, but this combined with the undeniable HurricaneClan scent sent ripples of fury through the tom’s pelt.
Redstar snarled, taking no longer to consider the smell as he pelted after the trail. Finally, a fight!
Redstar followed the trail through the beach, deeper into FireClan territory. The crashing of the white waves of the ocean spurred the leader onward, until finally he saw the looming figure of the Abandoned Bait Shop against the forest beyond.
His claws itched with anticipation as he rounded the bend, fine grains of sand flying up after his galloping paws. Redstar barely considered the scent tainting the air anymore. His thoughts were alive with battle cries and screams of triumph as he stood tall of his defeated adversary, cerulean eyes burning with a fierce fire. He was ready to fight. He was ready to win!
The large tom skidded around the side of the twoleg structure, then stumbled to a halt when he saw a kit - a small, black-eared kitten - batting at his medicine cat’s clump of catnip sprouting from the corner of the Bait Shop.
“A HurricaneClan kit?” he said aloud in shock.
He needed a warrior to fight, not some idiotic kit looking for trouble! How could he have not realized he was tracking the scent of a kitten? Redstar peered at the playing HurricaneClan cat, and decided that she looked about six moons old; the source of his confusion.
Nearly an apprentice, but not quite there yet...Doesn’t she know better than to cross the border? She can’t be that stupid!
Redstar shook aside his thoughts. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that this HurricaneClan cat was on his territory, and that was completely unacceptable.
Redstar advanced on the black-eared she-kit, snarling and brushing up his fur so he appeared bigger than he truly was (which was still quite large). "What are you doing?" he growled, towering over her.
The kitten whirled around. Her dazzling amber eyes blinked at the FireClan warrior for a few heartbeats, then broke out into an enormous smile that covered her entire face. “Hi!” she chirped, bouncing on her tiny toes. “I like your red fur! It’s so red. I love it so much! Why do you smell different? You smell like dirt!” she leapt up as she said ‘dirt’, like a frog reaching for the stars.
Redstar scowled at the kit’s energy and friendliness. She seemed naive to the knowledge that he was trying to intimidate her.
“Don’t you know I’m a FireClan warrior?” the tom growled, lifting an unsheathed paw menacingly over her head. “I am the leader of FireClan; the most feared cat in all the Seaside Territories. I am Redstar!” He puffed out his chest, pride surging through every fine hair on his pelt.
The she-kit’s eyes widened. “Wow! That’s so cool! I want to be just like you, Redstar! Can you show me how to be the most feared cat in all the clans?” she begged, hopping up and down in her excitement.
Redstar scrambled backwards in disgust as the cream-colored kitten began to jump all over his front paws. His lips curled back. "I am not your friend, and I wouldn't teach anything to the enemy, you idiotic HurricanClan kit," he spat. "What's your name?"
“My name is Clamkit,” Clamkit replied, unfazed and just as bubbly as she had been at the start. “Why is your ear cut? You have such pretty eyes! Wow! Mommy has a scar just like that on her shoulder!" she mewed, pointing out the ragged scar etched across Redstar’s right shoulder.
The FireClan warrior’s cerulean eyes narrowed. The cat who had given him the scar Clamkit was admiring had left with a matching one on her own shoulder.
Swirlsplash...is this your kit? I heard her mate Wavewhisker died in the ocean…
Whether or not that line of thinking had led to Redstar’s next thought, not even the crimson cat knew, but just then a thought cracked through his mind like lightning.
I can use Clamkit. She could be the answer to my territory issue, and I can get it all without a fight from Oysterstar.
A devious smirk slid across Redstar’s muzzle as the tom beckoned Clamkit to follow him with his tail. “Would you like to see the FireClan camp, little one?” he asked, fake friendliness dripping off every word.
Calmkit’s amber eyes brightened with unwithheld pleasure. “YES!” she squealed. “I would LOVE to see it! I want to meet all of your friends and family and more! Also, I’m hungry,” she added as a bit of an afterthought, black ears cocking to the left. “When we get there can I have a catfish? Y’know, those itty-bitty ones that Mommy catches by the Churning Stones? They’re really yummy, and Mommy says they’re the perfect size for me!”
“Oh, yes,” Redstar nodded in earnest. He rounded his eyes to appear more friendly and honest. “Just follow me.”
“Okay!” Clamkit chirped. She bounced after the FireClan leader, radiating excitement like the glow of the Greenleaf sun above them.
Here we go, Redstar thought, eyes glittering with determination as he led the kit farther away from HurricaneClan land. We’ll see what Oysterstar thinks about this...
#aspiring author#aspiring novelist#aspiring writer#orignal writing#writing#cringe but free#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#creative writing#women writers#warrior cats#warrior cats fanfic#warrior cats fanclan#warrior cats fandom#based off a long-dead discord role-playing server#i kind of miss it#role playing game#warrior cats roleplay#redstar is a dick#but he was fun to rp as#clamkit is stupid#but we love her#i kind of want to turn this fanfic into an original story#we'll see
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