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nicco-ck · 2 months ago
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I wanna draw so bad but I'm trying to stay on top of my readings so I have like 3 chapters to read but it's so boring and I don't wanna read it </3 😔😔
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 11 months ago
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This whole not having money thing is getting old tbh
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aroaessidhe · 1 year ago
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2023 reads
The Princess and the Fangirl
YA contemporary prince & the pauper set at a convention
follows a fan who wants to save her fave character from being killed off, and the actress playing her who’s desperate to be free of the intense franchise
when they’re mistaken for each other they instantly hate each other - but after a script is leaked, they swap places to try solve each of their problems - and start to see the fandom from the each other’s perspective
light (since they know each other for like 2 days) f/f & m/f
this is so deeply mid-2010s fandom tumblr. lmao.
#a little cringe yet nostalgically entertaining....#The Princess and the Fangirl#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#i read this bc i was looking for available audiobooks and this was vaguely on my backlist of aspec books#bc the sapphic girl is supposedly demi-coded - tbqh there’s like maybe one and a half lines that vaguely implies it#I don’t feel like it’s worth recommending on this basis (and since the thing is set over a weekend I would call her greyspec not demi)#it definitely has the silly drama that i praised the last 2 ya contemporaries i read for not having skdjgkjf#the fangirl mc is. a little bit of an insufferable tumblr fangirl. also her parents are con parents so maybe it's inevitable#there’s a ‘my makeup is my armour’ moment….lmao#it kinda talks about misogyny directed at female stars but not about racism which. felt like a bit of a gap#FAR too many HP references.#‘this only happens in kdramas or YA novels’ beloved. this is a ya novel#would have loved more of the artist alley content LMAO#i will say the artist gets an 'ugh too expensive I'll just print it' comment and just shrugs it off without bitching about it. unrealistic#one thing about the AA is ppl love to bitch about things privately LMAO#there's no way you could spend a weekend with someone you've known for years online and not realise it's a different person...#there’s definitely some stuff about fandom and fan culture that’s still relevant#anyway. I think this is more entertaining to read Now than it would have been when it came out (which was only 2019 tbf but..)#and I wouldn’t have read it not on audio.#the thing is people are like ‘wahh pop culture references will age your book!!!!’ but everything ages every book.#and having a book be such an encapsulation of a certain time can be fun and interesting actually…….#obviously sometimes it can be an uncomfortable way (the hp refs in here were a bit) but like.#you know what i mean. nostalgia. that WAS how things were. still are in some cases. why not have books reflect that#will say im so glad i spent those tumblr fangirl years mostly with 0 local conventions LMAO#by the time i started doing cons regularly (not long before i started selling in AA) i was a bit more mature#have to say when it references TAZ i had to pause and laugh for a second akjfhjkds
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urheavenlylux · 1 year ago
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I headcannon that the Nightwings and Icewings used to share a lot of core culture, however just slightly altered to fit with their landscapes and myths.
(Pre-darkstalker time⬇️)
Both tribes have (or in the case of the nightwings, had) opulent fashion, opera, theater, dance, sporting events and incredible focus on their studies. Being studious and talented on multiple levels was seen as impressive and deserving of a higher status. The icewings tended to veer more towards military/fighting prestige, however, and the nightwings more so their studies of math, science, astronomy, poetry and philosophy, etc.
Opera or theatrical dance, for both tribes, was a very supported art form, but icewings tended to be stricter with their sonnets and more classical with their dances while the nightwings had many hippy, modern students changing the popular genre every couple of years or so. Grand masters of chess and other mental games from both tribes would compete against each other often. They had much respect for one another, but also saw each other as a threat in the global market, as they both sold finer/crafted capital (furniture, paintings, text books, etc), as opposed to other tribes which harvested raw resources (rainwings, seawings, skywings).
Icewings often saw nightwings as annoyingly modern, trying-too-hard-to-be-different geeks while nightwings viewed icewings as stuck up, boring, traditional dragons with no sense of evolved creativity. Neither of these stereotypes were exactly accurate. There were many young icewings trying to revolutionize their favorite art forms or sports, and many old nightwings holding on to the stricter ways of the past.
The two tribes went through periods of amicable alliance and hostility. It mostly depended on who was queen at the time, as she would sometimes seek good relations with the other tribe, or not. Whatever the case, the nightwings and icewings were more respectful of each other compared to other tribes. This only changed when Prince Arctic and Foeslayer met that fated day….
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taylorswiftdebut · 1 year ago
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i never want to hear about swifties getting bullied again. some of you are saying the most vile and cruel shit about a situation that to this day we know nothing about all because of a song and a time it was written which is fucking weird. swifties deserve any hate they get from the media because the hatred some of you are willing to inflict on others for a joke is disgusting.
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yohankang · 2 years ago
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i’m so tired and angry i can’t believe it’s just the beginning....
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queeriboh · 2 years ago
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hey if I like put a Kofi link or turned on tumblr tips uhhh would that be pathetic or a waste of time or anything ??? I can't take more commissions bc I still haven't finished the ones from January and my new car but I'm uhhhh. really. struggling right now.
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nothingweirdhere · 1 year ago
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the only drive-in theatre anywhere near where i live (one of the last three in the province) is gonna be shutting down next year…
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madnessismylover · 2 years ago
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Tw: negative
Wish you could like... sue your depressed for all the time and money it costs to take care of it and anything else that results from it.
I never wanted depression so why do I need to pay for the things that make me not want to off myself? (Pills/therapy/etc.)
For the rest of my life I'll need to pay for the things that are gonna keep me alive because of something I cannot control. I can't just tell my brain 'hey, work properly so we don't wanna fucking die'
If I hadn't been depressed in school I would've planned ahead, I would have been better than where I am today.
I never thought I'd get to 18 and I'm gonna be 26 in April. I don't blame past me because they weren't doing well. Unmedicated. I don't wanna go back to that. It was scary. Actively thinking it's easier to die is fucking terrifying.
Living is so fucking expensive.
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aw-bean-s · 2 years ago
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For anyone else who has been capital O obsessive over Wednesday's prom dress it's Alaia's 2020 fall ready-to-wear collection specifically look 8. If you were wondering.
#I have psychological problems#I have spent far too long trawling the Internet not only for this dress but what fucking fabric they use#Costume brain rot really came out to play#It's 2am and everything hurts I have been sitting in the same position for multiple hours#At first it was fine bc I was just screenshotting the show but then I googled it and found an interview w the designer#Who said it was alaia. So then I went to their site and found fuck all. So then I went to vogue. Had to make a vogue account.#Went through multiple collections (did not go in a logical order). Finally found The Dress. Set about finding fabric.#First I was like okay black sheer lightweight w a good shine to it. Found that. Let's find a brown underplayed or smthn bc it's kinda brown#Found that. Looked at the photos again and it's kind of two tone black and brown. Spend at least an hour looking for this through many etsy#Shops dodgy retailers and the most expensive fabric you will ever see. Only to look back and realise it has a slight pattern to it.#Give up and go to bed.#All this bc I wanted to make what is really quite a fuckin simple dress#I'm p sure now that I actually read things that it's an in house fabric and THAT makes me wanna murder#And SURE I could just make it in black but I'm a bit obsessed over the brown#And NOW I can't do the underlayer plan either bc then it's just too much yknow?#Idk idk it's my specific brand of mental illness coming out to play#So I thought I'd share my findings w the world you are welcome i am so tired goodnight.
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amoural · 4 months ago
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trying to exercise as someone who hates exercising with a frustrating stubbornness oughhhhhh i hate it here
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captorcorp · 7 months ago
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we were too late to apply to a really good apartment we wanted and someone else got it and now i'm OTL
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deityofhearts · 8 months ago
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rn I’m getting through life by romanticizing the idea of me living in a bigger city (not like. new york sized but like just one of our bigger neighboring cities) and working as a librarian or library assistant there or something and having a quiet simply life and a regular routine that I go about
#deity dialogue#or like working at a book store#idk in my head it’s a simply cozy life it’s nothing big or special but it’s nice and comforting to me#I wear silly little outfits I go to nice shops in my spare time then I return home to sit in my room with fluffy and draw#that’s my dream#and I have enough money to live comfortably god#idk I fluctuate on things like#I do not wanna live where I live now like the white county I don’t wanna be here#but idk where else I’d go in the world like idk where to travel or where else to live#so I’d probably still be in the south and still close to where I live now but about an hour or so out of the way which isn’t too far#there’s more to do where I wanna live there’s more places to work more places to go for funsies more places to live etc#where I live at is just. I’m sorry it’s shit the whole area sucks as do the surrounding areas there’s nothinggggg#I don’t want to live here all my life I’m already miserable enough I don’t wanna be even more miserable by never leaving#and yeah the other place isn’t that far away but maybe I’d be happier there? in a place with more to do more people to meet etc etc#idk#I also am aware it would cost more but everything is already expensive may as well try somehow#if I can manage to save money and get a job in that city somehow then I could start saving more and then my roommates and I could move there#idk just agh. ideally I’d live somewhere even farther even more interesting and lively but again idk where I’d even go and I know my#roommates wouldn’t wanna go much farther than where we already have talked about for their own reasons#but I’m not someone who can live alone just too much fear and paranoia. my ideal living situation is to live with other people and we’re all#in equal standing and like have equal responsibilities and pay and manage everything equally which is what my roommates and I plan#those two would be able to live on their own fine and I envy that I’m just too anxious to be alone plus just. I can’t conceive being alone#I would be too lonely and depressed lmao I like having another persons presence ya know?#anyways idk why I’m talking so much in the tags but like I always do#I just want to live somewhere where I’ll be happy with people I like and working a job that doesn’t make me wanna kms and have enough money#to where I’m not constantly stressed about everything and can maybe even afford nice little things#it jsut feels like asking for any of that much less all of it is asking too much :(#I’m hashtag depressed about being alive
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astr0ken · 10 months ago
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my cabin fever (idk if anybody says that anymore but WHATEVR) is so bad rn that i have contemplated going through this blog and organizing every post with tags so its nice and neat. i need to get out of this house before i pop
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falesten-iw · 3 months ago
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To Those Who Still Hold Onto a Shred of Morality and Humanity - Stand with Us and Don’t Forget Us.
Over 40,000 lives have been lost, with 70% of them being children and women. Among these numbers are my own family members—many of whom I’ve already lost.
My family, my cousin, aunt, their children, and grandchildren were all directly targeted by Israeli airstrikes. I’m sharing a video of my aunt and cousin to reveal the harsh reality we are facing in Gaza. In this video, my aunt bravely shares her story about how the Israeli army airstruck them along with their children and grandchildren. Even if you don’t understand Arabic, just watching her speak will help you grasp the immense suffering we are enduring in Gaza. You can see the vedeo in this post.
The few family members who remain are in grave danger, and I’m terrified of losing them too. We have a chance to make a real difference and give my 24 surviving family members a chance to live.
In Gaza, jobs are non-existent, and nonprofit organizations like the UN have drastically reduced their work on the ground. Basic necessities such as milk, food, and medicine are almost as expensive as gold. My family is struggling to afford even the essentials, and my mother urgently needs medication that we simply cannot afford.
I’m also sharing another video that shows the daily struggle people face just to get clean water. The suffering here extends far beyond my family; it’s a genocide affecting every aspect of life in Gaza.
Thanks to the generosity of those who have already donated, we’ve raised $535 toward our goal of $190,363- august 17th. I’m deeply grateful to each of you, but we still have a long way to go, and I need your help more than ever. Imagine if it were your family—how would you feel if they were in this situation?
For those who have created special posts or reblogged to amplify my voice, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support means everything to me and to my family. If you haven’t yet shared our story, please take just one minute to do so. Your voice could be the lifeline my family desperately needs.
You cannot continue to treat human lives as mere numbers. This is a genocide that demands immediate action. How many more should be killed before you all wake up? Will 40,000 lives be enough to stir us to action? 50,000? 100,000? 150,000?
Asking for donations and charity is something we never imagined having to do in Gaza before the war, and it’s heartbreaking that it has come to this. But if everyone who saw my last post donated just $10 or $20, we could reach our goal in no time. If you’re looking for a way to contribute, consider giving up your coffee, tea, or other “cup” for one day, one week, one month, or anything in between. Then, donate what you would have spent to help me. Please help us and donate now!
This is about more than just donations—it’s about preserving human lives and upholding our shared moral values. Your contribution can make a world of difference in our survival and ensure I don’t lose more of the people I love.
Demanding an end to this suffering is a matter of basic humanity. You cannot remain neutral in the face of such genocide. Please, let’s stand together. Enough is enough.
Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to hope and healing. Thank you again for your kindness and support. I will never forget it.
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delirious-donna · 5 months ago
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tw: kento x female reader, breeding, kitchen sex (because when is that not hot?), kento speaking his mind (yeah it’s filthy 🫦)
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Kento found you in the kitchen, guided to you by the sweet lilt of the tune you were absently humming. He loosened the knot of his tie and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles in his forearms.
Everything was right with the world once he had returned to your warm presence. Nothing could sour his mood now that he was home, and he watched from the doorway as you prepared cookies for baking, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and his cock twitching to life.
It was amazing how the tiredness, that only moments ago had pressed against his eyes, lifted as he admired your figure. The summer dress that showed off the plush of your thighs and thin straps that would be far too easy to push down to reveal your beautiful breasts.
You really were perfect for him. Nanami knew you would be a wonderful mother, but that thought startled him as he had not thought himself ready for such responsibility—not yet.
… but maybe?
How could he deny the pleasure thrumming through his body when he thought of you round with his child? His cock strained painfully against his expensive tailored trousers and a sudden tightness forced his balls to draw up, ready and aching.
It only took three strides and he was behind you. You startled with a high-pitched yelp at his unexpectedly sudden presence, jumping in the heat of his body as he crowded you against the counter without uttering a single word. His strong capable hands made hasty work of pressing beneath your dress to find the waist of your underwear, tugging them down until they pooled around your bare feet on the floor.
“Kento!” you giggled, slapping playfully at his hands, but he was not to be dissuaded and you weren’t really putting up any resistance. There was an urgency that surrounded him—thick and consuming. The air seemed to ripple with tiny vibrations that had not been there moments earlier and you eased into the sensations like sinking into a perfectly hot bath.
His strong forearms flexed as he pawed and massaged your breasts through the thin material of your dress, pinching at your budding nipples until you were fervently grinding against his prominent erection.
You barely had time to draw breath as the sound of his belt being unbuckled was followed by the drag of metal teeth being eased apart. Kento’s cologne enveloped your senses, the familiar warm notes tickling your nose and had you reaching back a hand to thread your fingers through his perfectly parted hair. Your toes curl against the tiled floor, expectation bubbling low and hot in your belly.
“I’m a lucky man,” he murmured into the soft curve of your neck. His lips left wet spots in a pattern only known to him, sucking marks that he would later finger and examine with that faint little smile that never failed to make your heart stutter in your chest.
“Then I’m a lucky woman,” you countered, ending on a gasp when the straps of your dress eased off your shoulders and fell to your elbows.
Kento hummed. His brain couldn’t stop conjuring the image of you growing with his seed, of the glow that would accompany such a venture and the flutter of kicks he would feel when laying his palms over your stomach. You stilled; the gears in your head whirring when he touched your belly and his hips rutted forward to saw the thick impression of his cock through the cleft of your backside.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. That’s it… good girl.”
The skirt of your dress lifted to reveal your bare behind, forcing you to brace a hand atop the counter and you twisted your head to watch as he pulled the weight of his cock free from his underwear, purple and leaking fat pearls of precum. Your mouth watered, jaw falling slack when his fingers trailed the length of your slit, thumb rubbing gentle circles atop your throbbing clit. Kento pumped his impressive length, once twice, but he was more than ready to be accepted by your body.
The height difference made it a little awkward but Kento was a man on a mission, widening his stance and bending his knees until he notched at the flexing entrance of your cunt and pushed in on a grunt of exaltation. A shudder rippled down his spine, his teeth set whilst he fought the primal urge to let go immediately. He was wound nearly to breaking point with the need to pump his load into you and keep it there, but the fraying strands of his manners persisted.
Your toes barely touched the floor as he forced you to bend against the counter, your face right next to the sheet of cookies you had been ready to bake. The stretch of his girth made you hiss and writhe like a snake but he held you firm until he could bottom out and soothe the burning need you both felt.
Kento was still, his chest heaved as he fought down the urge to pound you stupid until your cunt was drooling on the floor and saliva pooled from your mouth.
“I think it’s about time I bred this sweet little pussy. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”
“Kento!”
He threw back his head; the rhythmic clench of your velvet walls betraying the shock of your voice. He smiled into your hair, kneading the fat of your breasts with rough hands and pistoned his hips harder and faster.
“Mm, I thought so. Let’s see how many loads you can take tonight. Then we can start all over again in the morning…”
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