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[taylor-the-dragon-witch]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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I’m very close to adding on to this

Unless someone gives me a reason not to

Anyone else do that thing where if there’s something that other people do that bothers you or stresses you out, you try really really hard not to do that thing because you kind of assume it bothers everyone else the same way too?

Because I was thinking about how it’s popular to draw Patton in skirts or dresses (which I adooooore never stop) and also we know that Logan is particularly sensitive to the idea of people “stealing his thing” so what if Patton likes to wear dresses and skirts but so does Logan but he never does outside of his room because he doesn’t want to hurt Patton’s feelings by, in his mind, “stealing his thing”, so he dresses all professionally but his closet is full of a bunch of different skirts and dresses, some of them sleek and professional but some of them flowy and soft and even some pastel colors thrown in there because Logan appreciates variety but he knows Roman would make fun of him and take him even less seriously (right?) and Virgil likes constancy (right??) and Patton would be upset at Logan for encroaching into his territory (right??????) so he keeps it his secret and some days it makes him sad to wear the same jeans and button down and tie but he tries so hard not to hurt anyone’s feelings and he’s not always good at it but with this he’s sure he’s making the right decision.

Right?

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Ok 1 YES

2 YES

and 3 @fangirltothefullest didn’t you say that Lodec and/or Gancei just didn’t like crofters?

The Missing Crofters

This is based on a quote from buzzfeed unsolved. “You didn’t solve shit”

Moric stared at the horrific scene in front of him with wide eyes. Who could do such a thing? Certainly not one of the other fusions, they all knew better. The longer he looked at the disturbing red smears the more he panicked, thinking of all the different possibilities. Progic, still mostly asleep stumbled into the kitchen, or tried to, but ran into Moric.

“Honey? What’s wrong?” The shorter fusion said nothing, only pointing a shaking finger towards the counter.

Progic was a scientist, logical, passionate, and creative, and yet even he found himself tensing in shock. “WHO WOULD DO SUCH A HORRIBLE THING?!”

The shouting brought an overprotective dragon prince scrambling down the hall, clearly awoken from his beauty rest, and the skittering feet of Vircei and Creaity following after him. Progic moved forward to inspect the remains, feeling like he could dramatically swoon at the sight, that’s how awful it was.

“WHAT’S WRONG?! WHO’S HURT!? DO I HAVE TO SET SOME ONE ON FIRE!?” Anvity screeched, eyes scanning the room for danger and a growl building in the back of his throat.

“Don’t worry, Progic, we’ll save you,” Creaity agreed, tail lashing and also scanning the room.

“A terrible crime has been committed. Just look!” Moric replied, having flopped down into a kitchen chair. The sounds of the others coming into the room could be heard but he didn’t look up.

“Crime?” Decan asked, sounding entirely too excited.

“SOME ONE ATE ALL THE CROFTERS AND PUT THE EMPTY JAR BACK IN THE CABINET. THEY DIDN’T EVEN RECYCLE IT. WHAT MONSTER WOULD DO SUCH A THING!?”

And that was definitely the Creative Side of Progic, because the only one who could pull of that level of over dramatic was Creativity.

The others blinked slowly, looking to each other hoping one of them would confess. No one said anything.

“THAT’S WHY I WAS AWOKEN! A JAM!” Anvity snarled, very offended that he had gotten out of bed, prepared to defend his hoard, to be told it was all for a jar of fruit preserve. With a haughty sigh he turned on his heel and left, intent on returning to his beauty rest.

Vircei looked between him and the two upset fusions in the kitchen before ultimately deciding he’d prefer to be away from all the noise and back into the warm and cuddly embrace of the prince and scampered off after him.

“Wait, that’s it? No robbery, murder, nothin’?!” Decan was also upset. He’d been itching to solve a good mystery.

“Oh my God.” Viran whispered from beside Decan, sounding like he was disconnected from reality.

“Doll?”

“The-the Crofters….I….what the fuck even is life without Crofters?” The others, bored of the shenanigans occurring in the kitchen wandered back to bed, and Decan would have too. Except, well this was important to his Doll.

“Alrigh’, listen up Doll. You an’ me, we’re some of the best wise head’s I know. So, why don’ you an’ me investigate? We’ll figure out who nicked the Crofters.”

Viran perked up. “Yeah we are pretty smart. Progic, you want…” the fusion is question was still over dramatically bemoaning the lost of his fruit spread. Moric, who had been more upset over the mess left behind, he needed to go shopping anyway, had moved on to sadly cleaning up the kitchen.

“Wait! That’s evidence!” The two fusions promptly shooed the parental units of the house out to begin gathering clues.

Their findings led them to question all Logic based fusions first, even Progic and Moric. Of all the things the Sides had in common throughout all the dimensions, the logical sides love of the delicious jelly was one of the weirder ones. Viran even allowed Decan to submit him to questioning, especially since he’d on occasion sleep snacked. The interrogation was more flirting than anything, but they determined that no, Viran hadn’t helped himself to a midnight snack.

“Why on earth would I leave such a mess? I’m the one who has to clean that.” Moric giggled.

Progic had made offended noises and flailed about, so Moric stepped in to assure the two that he’d had the scientist preoccupied the night before.

Decan lost the coin toss and ended up being the unlucky soul who had to reawaken the prince to question him. “It certainly was not me! How dare you even suggest such a thing! Now remove yourself from my presence before I remove you!” Vircei was no help, too busy shaking with silent laughter at the fit Anvity was pitching.

“So we have no leads, no clues, and no suspects.”

“Well, this coulda gone betta,” Decan huffed.

Viran giggled at the other’s pout and pressed a kiss to his scaled cheek. “Well, we gave it a……Decan?”

“Yeah,”

“What the fuck is on your cheek?”

“My…scales……? Ow! Doll!”  Decan tried to squirm away from the other, but the conspirator had the advantage of height and an extra set of arms. He was furiously scrubbing at the other’s cheek with a napkin until he seemed satisfied that he got whatever substance it was off.

“Oh my God, Decan, it’s jelly. You’re all sticky and everything!”

“Wha’!? I didn’…..Oh….heh….actually yeah. I uh….I sorta woke up at like a really early hour and was hungry…I thought I dreamt that.” He muttered nervously. It happened on very rare occasion that he’d wake up randomly, often narrating his own dreams or just mumbling to himself about cliche film noir plots.

Viran would sit and watch, trying to stifle his giggles if he was around when it happened and gently talk the other into going back to sleep. It was cute and he couldn’t really judge given his occasional nightly strolls.

“Doll?”

“I haven’t decided it if I wanna bump you off yet or not.”

“Heh….I love you, Doll….WAIT! I…we solved it! Case closed, mystery solved.”

“You didn’t solve shit. You did eat my Crofters though. I forgive you, but you have to come with me next time I go out ghost hunting. You can carry my equipment.”

Decan wanted to protest that, but with his Doll snuggled against him, still pouting cutely, he figured it was worth it. “Coulda jus’ asked. I’m dizzy for ya, Doll.”

Viran snorted, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Sap.”

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Wow just.......wow

I swear to all things football and or skateboarding…

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*crys because I needed this*

Because we all need to hear this sometimes.

I’ve been having a bad couple of weeks and I just really needed to hear these:

You are NOT a burden

You are valued 

You are NOT a shitty friend, even when you think you are

You don’t need to have it all figured out yet

It’s OK to have bad days

And it’s OK to hide from the world if you’re having a bad day

Because sometimes you just need to have some time to yourself

And that’s OK

You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to

What happened to you in the past is NOT your fault

Don’t feel guilty for not being productive

It’s going to be OK

Breathe

Relax

Recharge

YOU ARE WANTED

YOU ARE LOVED

YOU CAN DO THIS

I BELIEVE IN YOU

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This user is ready for Bitchmas

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I need to this 24/7

This user needs more sleep

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This user thinks Deceit deserves a hug

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This user builds a snowbitch on bitchmas

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This post gets better every time

how to draw arms ? ? 

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I saw the words ‘Virgil’ and ‘Angst’ then knew I wanted it

Virgil angst anyone?

I drew this because of an idea I had for a story, which changed a little, so here you go 😉😛

#sandersidesfanart #sandersidesanimatic #sandersides #virgil #anxiety #virgilsanders

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YES

I can’t believe I forgot this happened this weekend:

Virgil: Guys, seriously, I’m freaking out over here! D:

Patton: Hey, everything is gonna be okay. Take a deep breath. In through your nose-

Virgil: *inhales*

Patton: -out through your mouth-

Virgil: *exhales*

Patton: -now slide to the left, slide to the right, TWO HOPS THIS TIME.

Logan: Patton please-

Virgil: *cha cha sliding* No, shut up, it’s working.

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Ye

BRUTAL HONESTY HOUR

A - If I’m in love.

B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.

C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.

D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.

E - How many holes I have in my ears.

F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’

G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.

H - The last person I hugged.

I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.

J - Are you insecure. What about?

K - What my full name is.

L - If I have siblings.

M - If I forgive betrayal.

N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.

O - If I like my school.

P - What kind of music I like.

Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.

R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.

S - 2 habits.

T - 5 things I love unconditionally.

U - How many texts I send daily.

V - 3 big dreams.

W - An idol.

X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.

Y - If I like my town and why.

Z - Ask any question you want.

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This is amazing 🤣🤣

The dead sea is less salty 😂😂

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This is mine now

Color Synonyms

White

also: pale; blanched; sallow; pallid; waxen; spectral; translucent; albino; 

Grey

also: dust; stone; pepper;  

Black

also:  coal; slate; dusky; ebon; shadow; murky; 

Tan

also: flesh; khaki; cream; tawny; 

Brown

also:  henna; russet; sepia; chestnut; cocoa; drab; bronze; 

Red

also: terracotta ; rouge; carmine;  fire-engine; ruddy

Orange

also:  pumpkin ; rust ; 

Yellow

also: sunny; amber; saffron; hay; straw; platinum; 

Green

also: viridescent; grass; jade; forest; 

Blue

also: turquoise; cyan; ultramarine; royal; aqua; aquamarine;

Purple

also: berry;  amaranthine;

Pink

also: flushed; candy; cherry blossom; petal pink ; 

—– source: http://ingridsundberg.com/

—–additional synonyms added by me

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Remy is my spirit animal-

A collection of Remy moments, as requested by a lovely anon! ^_^

[taylor-the-dragon-witch]

Yes, it is

Why ‘female-presenting nipples’ matter

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

Stop shaming people for having bodies.