that new Netflix show looks cool and all, but isn’t the writer’s strike still going?
update (July 30):
To those explaining WGA has not called for boycott and why, thank you, I genuinely appreciate you all. Sorry this response took so long. I just figured out how to view reposts.
To those who do not know, it is extremely likely a mass drop in subscriptions will turn into an excuse to say “streaming services are not a stable way to get revenue, so your work does not hold any real value for us”. A boycott has not been called as a result.
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Yes another poll I love gathering data about random stuff
If more than one applies, you can choose the one you use the most often, or elaborate in the tags lol
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L O S T | Max Verstappen
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summary: after getting lost in the city of Las Vegas a kind stranger offers to help you get to your hotel.
max verstappen x female! CEO! reader
pt1 — masterlist — pt3
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yn_suárez @urbff_user wanted to shop early. digging Ferrari clothes rn.
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urbff_user gonna support my fav Ferrari boys
yn_suárez ✔ what about Daniel?
danielricciardo ✔ what about me?
↑ urbff_user OMFG, YN PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING
↑ yn_suárez ✔ ur DEFINITELY not dreaming
mamasuárez 😍❤️
yn_suárez ✔ I got you a Mercedes one 😍
↑ mamasuárez does it look good?
↑ yn_suárez ✔ it'll look good on you. trust 🙏
carlando.for.life who is she and why is she hot?
ceruleanbelle✨ pretty girls
sharahkae waiting for Ferrari to comment
scuderiaferrari ✔ 🔥
sharahkae there she is
ferarrifwiends 🤨
fanny not Daniel in her likes
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another one, I'm slowly getting used to tumblr. I don't use this app a lot I mean I do but only for reading. I barely make or write anything in here. I'm having a lot of fun writing and doing this story. Starting to really like social media au.
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The man sat on a mossy log, lost in morose thought.
The goblin squatted in front of him. "They say that those who enter these woods do so to find themselves, or lose themselves."
The man did not respond.
"Which kind are you?"
"None," the man mumbled, "both."
"Did you succeed?"
"… no." The man looked up. "And you?"
"I came to find you," the goblin grinned.
"Me?"
"You are missed."
"I am?"
"So your village elders said when they hired me. Shall we go?"
"… yes."
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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐂
—a/n: if you are seeing this, i hope you read this. this is the most beautiful thing i have written in a while and i want you to witness it. please share your thoughts <3
The candle's orange scent filled the room this lovely evening and Satoru's fingers mindlessly brushed against your feet on his lap. He was holding one of his old poetry book in the other, glass frame hanging low, a little nudge and you were sure it will fall.
"and I wish to be the nothing, but a mosaic of the parts of you, you think to be flawed. Gojo Satoru, 2017," he read.
"That was...my god. Beautiful," you gazed in his eyes, still lost in his words. "You are a better writer than me."
"What? You feelin' competitive now?" He borrowed your hand. "Threatened that I might steal your spotlight, darling?" He kissed your knuckles, an act of love he often portrayed.
"Not at all. In fact, I am happy" you sit up, but feet still on his lap.
"Mhm? Why so if I may ask?"
"Because the better you write about me, the more loved I am. To be included in your poetry is an honor, honey." You ruffled his hair glinting orange in the warm lamplight.
"Silly you. You're not just an inclusion in my poetry. You are the poetry. You are every word, every sentence, every page and my every thought." His cold hands pulled you closer by your cheeks. "I am the honored one to not only ever witness you but have you as mine. I must write about you so even if I die, my love for you will be eternal." He planted a peck on your forehead before kissing your lips.
It's been 20 years and he is not here anymore. The room is not warm anymore, it's cold blue. But there is drawer full of things he wrote, just about you. Just you. You hold the handle to open and it's warmer than the room. Almost like someone's been holding it. You touch the other handles to check but they're all stone cold. You open it to find not just poetries but a mosaic of him with every picture you thought was your ugliest. You tear up. He was right. His love really is eternal.
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say what u will about wattpad but one thing those bitches got right was the ability to annotate and comment as you read the chapter and see what other people thought about it like that shit was genius
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