#Mab talks
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marchentraume · 8 months ago
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I put on David Tennant’s episode of Dramarama and I almost cried???
Not only was he adorably bratty the story was so simple but beautiful, love how ghosts are a positive device to the story instead of fear (like in most American shows)
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Also I thought this was a 90s show but it is indeed late 80s lol no wonder he’s such a baby 🥰 link to watch for anyone who’d enjoy it!
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queenmabwriting · 2 years ago
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had my most productive writing session in ages (almost 800 words) and hacked up two poems as well .... blesséd muse, stay with me ....
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texasbama · 4 months ago
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HI RYAN HIIIIII🥰🥰🥰🥰
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drawsdenfiles · 1 year ago
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16. Peace + 17. Battle
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lowcallyfruity · 7 months ago
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When I’m in a dog shit costumes competition and my opponent is the obey me cast
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la-fumettista · 1 year ago
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Mab’s Drawlloween Club, Day 5: Haunted
Mia from Talk To Me, a horror movie I recently watched that I am absolutely obsessed with. It was so good!!
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hotchfiles · 6 months ago
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“hotch vibes” but its just age gap? 😭 what else is hotch about it? please
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octarineblues · 2 years ago
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I know tumblr is pro-union, so i think some of you might find it of interest: UCU (british university and collegu union) announced marking boycotts to start on the 20th of April - just in time for summer assesments and examinations. It was announced earlier this month, but yesterday (17 April) another round of negotiations failed, and the boycott is fully confirmed.
UCU has been striking for longer than I've been studying at uni, but the strikes have never escalated to this point - there were walk-outs, there was extended action short of a strike, but never marking boycotts. But the situation is horrifyingly bad, gets worse with each year, and our lecturers and uni staff deserve better. 145 institutions across the UK are striking - this is 70,000 union members.
It is more important now than ever to support the strikers. This was not an easy decision to make, and they would not have made it unless absolutely necessary. As one of the affected (international) students, I am worried about graduating - but I am worried about the condition of higher education more, and its impact on the well-being of my lectuers, the quality of research, and the equality and diversity in science.
I know there are many students at british unis here - please support your lecturers as much as you can, don't blame them for the inefficient HE system, and put pressure on your university to handle their shit better.
(PS. you can make official complaints if your studies have been affected by strikes via your university complaint procedure. this is in line with what strikers want, which is for universities to feel the distruption)
You can read more about the strikes on the UCU site here.
If you can, everyone, please consider donating to the UCU strike fund. If you can't - please consider writing to a university you have a connection with - the one you graduated, or your local uni, etc - to express your concern, or write to your MP to support the strike.
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frosty-tian · 1 year ago
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It’s… so surreal. Like, I know it’s a universal experience and I experience it more than once/here and there, but it’s still kind of weird to see friends/mutuals who either I knew when l was still a minor or they were still minors themselves, to just, change so much (especially after years of not talking to each other).
“Oh, hello, OnePieceFan5201, how are you, it’s been a while?”
“Ah, you work as a lecturer overseas now? Wow, I remember when you were crying to us in the group chat about your high school essays, haha.”
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forever-teaparty · 2 years ago
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queenmabwriting · 1 year ago
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crushed it on the langle (although mad about level 2). this game was made for me.
Langle #62 level 1: 1/6, 100%
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Langle #62 level 2: 5/6, 100%
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Langle #62 level 3: 1/6, 100%
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matchamabs · 2 years ago
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can we have a consolation party for clive and grosky stans. come hang out on my blog for the night 🍻 we did our best but our best doesn't wear a cape 😔 it was fun fighting with u guys ❤️
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cruelprincae · 1 year ago
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I just watched a tiktok of queen Charlotte in the "sorrows sorrows prayers" scene and WHY IS THAT CARDAN I AM LITERALLY CACKLING.
"are you sure you are putting it in the right place? I drew you pictures"
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yourstrullyme · 2 years ago
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fucking hate being bi cause even the bi girls i talk to end up hooking up with my male friends not me :)))
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addoration · 2 years ago
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uhhhh poem time. i think my prompt for u should beeeeeeeeee uhhhmmmmm hehehe how about smth nice between mother and son? >:3c ( i will send u a proper nice line and prompt tomorrow when i have time 2 think of the rawest thing i can <3)
HHHHGDHGHGASh we've only been talking abt mama and crow all day, should have expected this lmao !!!! ty!! this is totally about them btw <3 u have me thinking abt nothing else
he's scrabbling at the corners of his world trying to hold them together like the sides of a shirt whose buttons have popped off. the raw edges of his teenhood are falling apart from under him.
funny how it all ends and everyone's none the wiser.
he's biting back the scalding backtalk. he hates when mama tells him not to give her lip. he hates when mama chucks words like throwing knives, weapons sharp enough to bring tears to his eyes.
he doesn't cry. he doesn't cry. he doesn't cry.
he doesn't cry until he's crying, biting the bedsheets spread out so neatly on his bed, put there by mama herself, biting them to keep quiet so she doesn't hear.
he loves her but some things must be conquered alone.
in the morning he washes his face. her questions whether he's doing it properly echo in his head. to make sure, he scrubs hard enough it tears at delicate skin.
apathetic, he wipes the blood away.
but on his way out, he spots a glimpse of her at the kitchen table, newspaper crossword untouched and coffee cup lipsticked. he stops. he looks. he opens his mouth to say some words.
apologies are harder when you're still in pain.
he loves her anyway. he says, mama, i'll be home late. and when she raises her head and he sees mascara clumps so clearly from so far away, he knows she cried again. i'm sorry for how i behaved.
she smiles and morning began with that smile.
just make sure you're back in time for dinner, and he knows he's been forgiven. he nods, though her head's already turned back towards the crossword. then he goes.
poetry prompts!
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staygoldnimoy · 2 months ago
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the tags of this post are like, going to a reunion of old friends i had forgotten to miss.
Note: I'm a 1997 baby, so obviously my choices are largely influenced by what was popular when I was in school - and what was popular with my friend group.
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