#like im sorry but wtf is this book??
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can't stop thinking about those skeleton lesbians (pt 1)
#palamedes and camilla my beloveds#pal gets grey hair to match his grey eyes like an anime boy because that's how i first imagined him sorryyyyy#also i think i drew ianthe's skelly arm on the wrong side. im sorry forever#also these only cover the first two books. currently reading nona! dont know wtf is goin on!!#tlt#the locked tomb#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow nonagesimus#gideon nav#ianthe tridentarius#palamedes sextus#camilla hect#mercymorn the first#augustine the first#griddlehark#harrianthe#harryanthe#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#tamsyn muir
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I'm reading the Vampire Chronicles and I just started The Vampire Lestat and it's immediately giving ebony darkness dementia raven way and I'm screaming
#its the same self absorbed description and dramatic cadence that my immortal has#im literally not even a paragraph in#and hes like im 6 feet tall which isnt bad... i guess 🤪#i have gorgeous curly blonde hair and special eyes that change color in the light#also im gorgeous as hell#and im a rockstar#like im sorry but wtf is this book??#interview was not like this#it was just louis being a melodramatic bitch about his morals#releasing this from the drafts#also i dnf this book#i might go back to it eventually but i just got bored of anne rices blatantly catholic vampire guilt narration
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wanna come over n' do sum blow? read at 2am … dealer!rafe cameron ! 18+, mdni. ༄.°
all over kildare you were deemed a "sweetheart" and an "angel" by anyone who knew you. you were poised and graceful, always dressed in pastels, your makeup light, and your hair always done up with pretty ornaments. your personality matched your looks—as sweet as sugar, helpful, and kind—vastly different from most of the people that resided in kildare. you were innocent to most. well, almost.
beneath the lily-white façade, you were a fiend. a coke addict. and rafe cameron knew. he was your best friend's older brother, and you barely knew him, really. whenever you hung out with sarah, you only caught glimpses of him as he was off living his own life, doing his own things, not that you cared, as when he was around, he treated you as "one of sarah's little friends" and picked on you a little bit. playful banter, you supposed, if it wasn't for the small jabs at your purity, mocking you.
it was honestly a mistake, one of those offhand coincidences. you had been doing so well hiding your little habit from everyone who was close to you, remaining as your usual as-pure-as-the-driven-snow self in front of them. that was until sarah had invited you to one of rafe's infamous parties, and you couldn't decline when she looked at you like that. how could you? she promised that there wasn't going to be any drugs or alcohol, but you knew better. drugs and alcohol were synonymous with rafe's name, so you decided to suck it up and play along.
the party was wild as always when you had shown up. sarah immediately led you through the estate and into the kitchen, crowded with teenagers doing god knows what. you tried to keep your eyes ahead of you and focused on the back of the blonde's head. she handed you a glass of water, nursing on her own cup with an amused smile gracing her pretty lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and nudge her, causing her to bubble up a laugh.
admittedly, as the party went on and you had gotten separated from sarah at some point throughout it, looking around you made you start to withdraw. people were shameless in their illicit acts, doing substances so openly for everyone to see, but it was kildare. everyone and their mama had their habits, whether or not they cared to share them freely with prying eyes. of course, you were no different, and it was getting increasingly harder to control your urges.
you decided to relieve yourself by going upstairs, wanting to go into sarah's room to calm down and put yourself in order. as you made it down the hall, you noticed her older brother's door slightly ajar, which captured your interest and piqued your curiosity, moving towards it and pushing it open more, like something had overtaken you that you couldn't quite control.
the door opened more and revealed the dirty-blond's bedroom; you had never seen it before; sleek and clean for the most part, as expected of a rich boy, but the more it opened, the more you saw, eventually leading you to see rafe himself standing up against his balcony, doing a line with both doors open.
you were paralyzed, staring at it, praying to god that he didn't turn around and see you standing there practically salivating for it. to snort a line. to let go and relax. to get out of those fucking heels because, christ, they were killing you. unfortunately, god didn't hear those prayers, and as if he could feel your intense staring, he turned to look over his shoulder and at his now more than ajar door, your small, unexpected frame lurking in the doorway with the most bemused expression plastered across your delicate face, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.
oh, fuck, he thought, what a pleasant surprise.
reading your face and demeanor as if he were a psychic, he nodded with his chin for you to come over, an invitation that didn't at all go unnoticed, and you accepted it naturally, walking into his room and closing the door behind you with a soft click, making your way over to him with small, tentative steps until you crossed the threshold and out onto the balcony with him, your eyes glancing at the cocaine laid out along the eloquent railing, tempting you.
"who knew that you of all people would be so interested in something like this, miss delicate flower, who never so much as raises 'er voice or does anything improper?" the dirty-blond sneered, his eyes gazing down at you with mirth as he so casually gestured towards what you wanted, and for the first time since he's known you, you furrowed your brows at him, irked.
"oho, fuck, princess. don't look at me like that; just messin' with you; i don't really care. honestly, i saw through your little bullshit act right away, but you seemed so invested in my sister, so i left it alone." he chuckled, shaking his head and turning to look out below the balcony and propped his elbow onto the railing with his head in his hand.
"s'not an act." you futilely tried to protest even despite being caught red-handed in your longstanding lie, nervously grabbing at the hem of your dress and fidgeting with it, uncomfortable with yourself, especially with the way rafe cocked his head and gave you a once over before settling his eyes back on yours, peering into them like he could see into the deepest part of your soul, where all of your deceptions lied underneath the wholesome appearance.
"sure s'not. if it isn't, walk out of here then. i don't need one of sarah's stuck-up, prissy friends in my room givin' me a goddamn headache when all i'm tryna do is relax." he stated, glancing at his door, as forthright and dickish as he always was, shrugging his shoulders with a smug look carved into his sharp features.
it annoyed you how standoffish he was, especially right then. you knew that he knew that you weren't going to leave, not when the metaphorical card was already laid out on the table, calling your name with its honey-toned voice, and you scrunched up your nose, eyes squinting at him, bunching up the edge of your pristine skirt into your fists. you hated that he knew, that he could see through you—some part of you really did want to leave, to call his bluff, make him look like an idiot for thinking of you any differently than what you presented yourself as, but you wouldn't. you couldn't.
when you didn't move an inch from where you were boring your eyes into him, rafe's cocky ass smirk only widened in response, and he hummed, amused by you, like you were some undomesticated, rabid animal seeking out your fix with crazed eyes. though, he had to admit, it was beautifully wild in a way, how you looked right then. he swore he could see the desperation lurking behind your eyes, feeling himself relent just a bit and shaking his head.
"go on. i don't mind sharin'." he sighed, moving a bit out of the way as he raised his brows, watching the way your whole attitude shifted, your eyes immediately lighting up like fireworks had just gone off inside of them, your body visibly relaxing, and the smallest hint of a smile forming along your glossy lips.
you turned gracefully on your heels and faced the railing of the balcony, eyeing the two powdery lines, residue from the one rafe had already snorted lingering by them, and looked around for something to use to inhale it with but came up short, letting out a huff, but, oh well, at least you were getting the relief you craved. reaching your hand behind your head, you grabbed onto your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail before leaning over and positioning yourself closest to the line towards the edge, using your free hand to plug one of your nostrils before swiping across, inhaling the drug, and pulling back, fluttering your lashes and sniffling.
rafe watched with eyes like a hawk, enjoying the unintentional show you were putting on for him. he felt elated to know that you had dropped the whole goody two-shoes act, finally showing your true colors, which he found to be much more appealing than that fake ass miss prim shit, masquerading as some proper angel when deep down you were just like everyone else, no longer hiding it from his prying eyes. he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't find you attractive at all in the moment, his gaze drifting towards your ass when you had bent over, wetting his lips, and following you intently when you rose back up.
he couldn't help himself; really, you were too fucking beautiful right then in your natural element, turning your head to look up at him with goddamn doe eyes, dainty lashes fluttering, the color of yours becoming greedily swallowed up by your pupils as the coke settled in your system, lips parting as you became more and more lax, simple-minded. you were easy now, and what you didn't know was that rafe did, indeed, not mind sharing, but that came with a price that he purposefully hid underneath his charitable tone, a price you were now going to pay for.
his arm dropped from the railing and stalked back closer to you, his eyes drinking you in like a fine wine as you tilted your head back inch by inch to look up at him properly, your features soft and graceful, some of your hair falling in front of your face.
he leaned his head down, his lips hovering close to your ear and eliciting a small, surprised noise from you, shivering a bit as you felt his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin. every sensation now heightened thanks to the angel dust coursing through your body, a bit dizzy and lightheaded.
"usually i'd ask you to pay me money for that sampler, but, y'know, i'm sure there's another way you'd be willing to pay me back, hm?" he whispered into your ear, his hand finding purchase on your hip and drawing you in, his warmth seeping through the silk fabric of your dress and making you stiffen.
your high made any rational thoughts leave your spinning head, so obediently you nodded your head and craned your neck back more, rafe leaving the side of your head with a wicked smile split across his face, sapphire eyes darkened, and he extended his other hand out towards his bedroom. "be my guest," and you did, having been piledrived into his mattress while clawing at him from overstimulation all the while he degraded you for being such a dirty fucking coke whore.
it was around 2am and you were up, sitting in front of your vanity and combing through your hair, having not been able to sleep for some reason, so you decided to doll yourself up just for yourself.
a buzz from your phone drew your attention away from your reflection and looked to it atop your desk, placing down your brush and grabbing ahold of it, unlocking it with a small scowl as you saw you had a notification from rafe cameron—your dealer. after that one night, you'll never forget.
he promised to give you good cocaine on account of you being the most perfect, pliant hole he's ever had the pleasure of fucking into, like his own personal fleshlight, so as long as you continue doing so, to which you agreed because it was a pretty good deal, but you made the condition of him not spilling your secret. he accepted.
> wanna come over n' do sum blow?
that was the text message. straightforward. you rolled your eyes and hovered your thumbs over the keyboard that had materialized within the chat, contemplating. no doubt this was a booty call, but you had been craving for that euphoric release for a few weeks now, having been preoccupied with other stuff.
is sarah home?
> no. at a friend's house. sleepover or sum shit.
you sighed. you didn't have an excuse not to go, so with tentative fingers, you gave him your answer.
be there in 20.
"r—a—fe!" you squeaked out as you dug your perfectly manicured nails into the dirty-blond's muscled back, fat, pearly tears streaming down your face as he folded you in half on top of his bed, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping, overstimulated, puffy pussy, his hands keeping your legs secure with your knees pressed to your chest.
"take it, take it, take it. oh, god, yeah. so fucking good, sucking in my dick so well, huh?" he rasped, his thrusts relentless as he pistoned himself into you over and over and over and over again, your body trembling as it felt like you were getting electrocuted with shockwave after shockwave, rippling through your fucked-out body, not even moaning anymore, just crying.
the mushroom tip of his cock bullied your cervix with each mindnumbing thrust he delivered, not letting up even after the three rounds you had already been subjected to, your insides mushy and gooey, the base of rafe's dick coated with a creamy ring, answered for by your orgasms, each one being pulled from you that enraptured your whole body and left you cumming around his cock, milking him for everything you were worth.
"can't—take it—anymore! 'm too sens'tive! stop rafe! please, ple—ase!" you choked out through incessant whimpers and cries, back arching off the bed as he ground his dick into you, pushing you to your next orgasm rapidly, toes curling and your nails digging in even deeper, drawing groans from his kiss-bitten lips.
"nonono, baby. i gave you the sweet release you wanted, right? so, 'm gonna fuckin' get mine," he grunted, pushing down on your legs further, your body that of a contortionist with the way he had you bent like a goddamn lawn chair. "every," he pounded once harshly, "single," and again. "fucking," and again. "one." he picked his speed back up and threw his head back, strings of curses pouring from his lips.
your head was entirely blank, nothing in it, simply riding out your incredible high as rafe absolutely destroyed you, approaching your climax. with a final pump, you were sent tumbling over the edge and cried out his name like it was a prayer, your body lifting from the bed, head lolling back against his pillows, tidal waves crashing over you as your vision blacked out.
the dirty-blond simply gazed down as you convulsed around him, your petals fluttering around him and greedily clenching, cum sticking to his length as he slowed down his motions, mouth agape with pride as he watched himself fuck it back into you, your hole spent and aching, being overstimulated again, and through your delirium, you tried to push away, whimpering pathetically, to which he simply laughed in your face.
"uh-uh, coke whore. not done yet, haven't even come," he crooned bittersweetly, starting to pick up his pace again, leaning in close to press a few soft kisses to your knee, followed by a bite, causing you to jolt, his smirk widening. "stay still, yeah? i'll give you extra if you be good, and let me fuck you some more."
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#⚓︎┆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠#⤿ dealer!rafe cameron#jjsgirly#i wrote a whole ass book wtf#lost the plot im so sorry#folded like a damn lawn chair#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#obx#outer banks
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also something about foolish, who usually sticks around spawn, who builds or fools around, who takes care of his daughter, going off thousands of blocks away to fight in dungeons. to throw himself into the fight again and again. to find something harder to fight each time, to get a reward that he doesn’t really need or want anyway. no leo around for him to worry about, or worry about him in return, after all
#foolish 🤝 bad - healthy coping mechanisms who??#anyways no one is dealing with this well and I’m ready for them to just destroy the island until their children come back or they can go#and save them#sorry to keep angst posting on main I’m going through it pfksjfjs#I’m just. foolish isn’t one to get serious or genuinely upset. frustrated maybe. hardly upset like he is#his reaction to Leo? not letting anyone read the book she left before he could even if it would take a lot more effort?#he had his moment of ‘wtf’ laughter. and then he has his genuine im upset I’m pissed I’m at a loss reaction. which is the polar opposite of#his usual frantic raised voice almost comical over the top reactions#when Tina finds out he can’t even fully brush it off with a joke to comfort her. he can’t reassure her. he gets quiet#I’m just. the whole combo. I’m upset about this man#mcyt#qsmp#foolish#z speaks
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What do you mean “Fantasy doesn’t count as real literature.” Great, Thanks. Have fun reading another white man complain about fincial issues and how women are “too promiscuous these days.” I’m going to go read a cool werewolf book, and guess what, it’s all a metaphor about racial inequites specifically via schooling as a result of colonialism. AND it has a cool map at the begininng. So suck it.
Also, even if I were rereading twilight, atleast im not pretending to enjoy myself reading catcher in the rye. I read 40 books last year, predominantly classics and basically? Not a single one was as interesting as Edward and Bella. 🤷
#smaeemo#ok some of this was exaggerated because a lot of the classics that I did read were relatively interesting and impactful for their time#but I like my trashy romance more than I like pretending to care about Jay Gatsby being a creepy obsessed lunatic#and I stand by it#A lil controversial on this one#I got into a debate about this topic with a Colleen Hoover reader (deragatory) and it was shameful#how can you claim to like quote unquote good literature when you refuse to read anything other than Colleen hoover and dead white men#Sorry this is heated#but still#Wtf do you mean by this????#anyway#love my twilight#twilight#twilight saga#still wishing supernatural were a YA book series#books#booklr#books and reading#classic books#now dont get me wrong#I really do find signigicance in classics and certain old books#but come on#Pride and Prejudice#or#wings of fire#which one is more fun#also fantasy is such a powerful and useful writing tool that continues to be as impactful to this day#I just like to make it silly because thoughts are hard to verbalize and then type into this computer system#ah shit#it got too meta now im thinking about how each word is made up of letters as I tag this
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Anthony Horowitz, you can't just brutally murder the white supremacist racist character in book two and then give us this. I'm disappointed.
#alex rider#i know these books were written really long ago but cmon#i audibaly gasped reading that like wtf#idk the guy who said this was american#im not sure if this line was supposed to paint him in a negative light or not#i mean i had fun making fun of this line with my mostly asian friend group so thats something#edit: i accidentally put cars instead of cats in the alt i am so sorry its fixed now#skeleton key
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unpopular opinion
powerless by Lauren Roberts sucks.
#Powerless#lauren roberts#powerless lauren roberts#Like im sorry but the writing was so cheap#it was such a booktok book#And the characters were so 1 dimensional like Wtf#Plsplspls dont come at me for this#Its MY OPINION 😭
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Okay Someone please correct me if I'm wrong (I watched the show yesterday and i havnt read the books in like a fuckin WHILE) but out of all the things they've done w the show, I FUCKING LOVE TO THE ENDS OF THE COSMOS, that Luke was like yeah neurodivergency (help that's spelt so wrong) is pretty common at camp Percy ur good. Bc I'm pretty sure in the books they said some shit about demigods just were "made to be more hyperactive to escape monsters" or some shit
Besties please correct me if I'm wrong I'm just excited and love this change? (Question mark bc I might have this wrong someone fact check me please I am tired and cannot rn)
#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#neurodivergent#nuerodiversity#percy pjo#sorry guys i had to scream about this when i noticed it in the show i was so happy please correct me if im wrong bc when i first read the#books a LONG time ago even not know i was neurodivergent i was pissed it was just like oh no your just a demigod#like um no? wtf bro
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Sorry, I just feel like the prose should have a personality 🤷
#im sure everyone's like “wtf do you mean”#and i mean like....the introspection. the descriptions. they should have personality too#like..idk maybe back the character into all aspects of your writing#do you notice how he always describes things beautifully??#so that when you switch perspectives it's apparent#when you read constellations do you notice how Wukong always pays attention to the weather and the elements?#i lean into that when im writing him because i believe Wukong learned to appreciate beauty on the journey#and he tries to see it no matter where he is#this will become more clear when the epilogue is out. because Macaque is not that way#he focuses more on expressions and voice#anyway i wrote this post bc im reading a book that has super dry prose#like... where is the personality#where's the fun???? not here LMAO#sorry for misspelling im on mobile 😭
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"It's like—like we're all a fixed point in time, and that person—whoever I was back then—must exist somewhere, even if it's just when I'm smelling my father's cologne."
-Zeppazariel, Best Friend's Brother
#quote#book#book quotes#best friends brother#zeppazariel#im sorry author I had to add an its before the whole thing so it can work a little bit out of context but i desperately want you to know#that my intention wasnt to put words in your mouth (pardon the expression) and Im not doing this so it sounds like im changing the truth#or meaning of the original#i dont even know why im having a moment about this in the tags wtf is wrong with me#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#wolfstar#jegulus#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#regulus black#marauders#harry potter
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Unpopular opinion: the heavy push toward anti-advertising on Tumblr does nothing to harm the advertisers you hate but is doing a huge amount of damage to small businesses who rely on reblogs to get the word out about their stuff.
#unforth rambles#i have so many rants stored up about the infuriating nature of anti advertising#and how it boils down to i dont want to know about new things unless my friends tell me organically#well how do you think your friend found out#somewhere along the line someone needs the ad shoved in their face or else the thing is completely invisible#i could really write 5k words on how frustrating it is#and how huge corporations and prime adding ads and youtube ads none of that is affected by your i wont reblog ads activism#who is affected are the small time creators who started on tumblr and rely on tumblr and are making things tumblr has said they want#like queer books and xxxxl skirts and indie games and and and#youre so bad at capitalism but youre only hurting your own#its exhausting tbh#anyway maybe yall should rethink your syances on advertising#tho the only people who will see this are people who already know and support me and others like me#so im preaching to the choir#im sorry yall youre doing enough and i love you#i dont know how to force the people who ACTUALLY need a wake up call on this to see this post#i can remember a time when if a business started from tumblr with actual fandom people everyone was excited and it spread like fire#now the minute we try to sell things made by tumblr based creators were categorized as just as evil as megacorps#and honestly wtf why
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I got around to reading the Times interview with sjm and this part jumped out at me, and not for a good reason
If the portals to the other worlds could possibly be reopened, then what the hell was the point of the majority of throne of glass?? The main plot turns into, "close the gates forever to avoid any more homicidal beings coming into the world"
What was the point of Aelin losing her human self, and a great chunk of her power, and almost dying if it wasn't for Rowan's plan, if the gates can be reopened??????!!!!!
#im sorry but like wtf?????#like a cameo or like a history book telling their stories somehow getting into other worlds is fine#but like.......i dont want to gates to be reopened#can u tell im passionate abt this lmao#like leave aelin alone#cc spoilers#hofas spoilers#potentially#kingdom of ash#aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius
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This was going to be an addon to a post but I can't find it.... Buuut. Pre-Split BFB is still fine on its own or not. But the characterizations of most of the returnees sour it for me personally. There are some stories like the Book and Leafy ones where I get where they going for but the execution just isn't fun to watch at times. It wouldn't really be as big of a deal if due to favoritism by both writers and voters that the returnees slowly get more and more focus anyway. The massive cast doesn't help. I know its meant to be an All-Star season but it ends in having to juggle a lot of plots. Like do we REALLY need everyone?
#berrybytes#.txt#ill take the book plot over the iance once anytime even with its biggest flaws#it actually felt like an exploration of books character and made more sense unlike with what was shown for bubble prior#leafy on the other hand yeah they 100% butchered her#apparently post split does her worse wtf??#also im so sorry bubble :((
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they're making a harry potter reboot as a tv show????? why…………
#im sorry but like aside from the fact that jk rowling is obviously a biggot and hbo should stay away from her#it doesn't make any business sense???? like the movies are still there and still good#and i see ppl be like oh yeah but they leave stuff out like just read the books?? why tf do you want a tv show#srsly who actually wants this wtf#like if they really wanted to make a tv show i feel like a first wizarding war tv show would make more sense? esp for hbo?#i guess its good they're not doing that cuz hopefully this tv show will fail more bc of lack of interest in a reboot#but like lollll maybe she doesnt wanna do the first wizarding war bc she's afraid to expose her intolerant views#or maybe she just wants to replace the hp cast since they called her out#or maybe she's just realized nothing else she does ever works lol so she's trying to get as much money off it as possible lol
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listen i dont like fëanor but i can't deny that getting so mad you literally burst into flames and crumble away into ash is kinda fucking relatable
#i was about to go “do i have to tag this for spoilers” in my own head as though the silm isnt literally older than me#tbf not as many people read it as lotr or the hobbit but still. come on brain wtf#esp since someone would have to be really weird to come on my blog specifically to complain about spoilers lmao#i do think its funny I've only now gotten around to readinf it but its taking me so long to make myself listen to it that i keep forgetting#things especially in the really long chapters#to the extent now i find myself going “oh maybe i need to write down names because of course everyone has to start with an f”. i was doing#okay and then i went a really long time without reading so now im like wait wait go back#which sucks because i usually dont have trouble getting through long books. admittedly i listen more than read lately#but still. i think it took me maybe a week to get through priory the first time? like i dont think its that im not interested i just havent#had a lot of energy to expend or to get really into things? idk i keep forgetting from finals up till now has been extra bad in terms of..#..pain. chronic migraines gonna migraine ig. i bitch about it like i havent lived this way for years n years. but they were never as bad..#..until i started college and now theyve been worse than ever. i hate thinking about how much time i always lose. how much time ill always#be losing. sorry how the fuck did this turn into a tangent.
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hello besties i am semi well rested, solved my immediate money issues, am no longer dealing with course credit mix ups that could have delayed my graduation, and no longer excessively tired and angry at the world
anyway before we get back to our regularly scheduled anime content who wants to guess how likely it is that my textbooks this semester break my spine
#hang on yall have GOT to see how big these suckers are#seriously i am afraid for my BACK#like don’t get me wrong ive had large textbooks but wtf is this#and there’s TWO#the thread that my sanity hangs onto has gotten a little thicker so im functional again very sorry about my nonsense#hey babe hows the thread of your sanity so THICC👀#sorry had to add that#seriously im taking a picture of these books though because wtf#nice man double bagged them for me and they ripped through BOTH bags before i made it home#which is less than a five minute walk like HUN#these will be in my backpack my SPINE#life junk#not anime
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