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geekynightowl1997 · 7 months
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Leverage knows where to hit. The Belly of the Beast Job was just a lot- especially since last November/December/January.
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septemberkisses · 6 months
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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wrenchwenches · 1 month
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psyduckz · 1 year
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seeing reddit refugees repeatedly hit their post limits and comment their thoughts on every reblog is kind of refreshing. site migration be damned these guys know how to blog
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qiinamii · 9 months
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we'll do fine.
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notherpuppet · 2 months
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Sloppy comic based on me and my friends conversation on my bday last week 😝🥳 this is pretty much verbatim hahaha
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vi-stri · 1 month
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PLEASE talk about Congo, Haiti, and Sudan, with the same fervor you give Palestine. PLEASE care about black struggle and suffering.
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inkskinned · 11 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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slutdge · 1 year
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not the news having an oxygen countdown while they run other stories 😭
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spooksier · 2 years
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
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the-rebel-archivist · 7 months
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The attention to detail in the Baldur's Gate 3 soundtrack is nerdy, exceptional, and absolutely delightful
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sophielovesbooks · 2 years
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How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.
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serialunaliver · 3 months
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I think skinny people who have never been fat should shut up about who gets body shamed more permanently
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hansoeii · 6 months
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crowley!
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lyril · 3 months
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you don't get it okay... you don't understand..... .
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gojoest · 1 month
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to say satoru is just clingy would be quite wrong actually.
“give me a kiss”, he pleads, voice soft, and eyes even softer. tenderness seeping from them as he looks at you, his gaze slowly shifting from your eyes to your lips in anticipation.
“i just gave you one”, you push a finger against his puckered lips.
“that was a long time ago, give me another”, he rolls closer to you. his body now completely on your side of the bed and his head on your pillow.
he throws an arm over you, his hand reaching at your back to pull you in until you’re squished chest to chest.
“that was three seconds ago”, you correct him.
“come on, my delicate. give me my air. or else i’ll suffocate and die”
“mmm? i am your air?”
“yes, you are”, he nods his head and puckers his lips again, waiting.
you kiss him softly. almost through a chuckle at his words at first, until his soft pink lips melt your sounds into a low hum. his hand trailing up from your back to your hair, fingers dancing like a tender rain on your scalp.
when you pull your face away, you drag a needy moan out of him along with it. almost like he’s out of air again.
“another one”, his breath shallow. “give me another”
to say he’s just clingy would be wrong. he’s just a human, so in love, who can’t hold his breath for too long.
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