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Obi-Wan glances between Luke, Leia, and Han immediately wonders if it would have been better to just let Vader kill him
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percy: *in olympus after accidentally creating a natural disaster and causing mass destruction*
zeus, glaring at poseidon: well? don’t you have something to say to your dear son, brother?
poseidon: er, right. look perseus, what you did was reckless, destructive, and incredibly melodramatic.
percy: *looks down*
poseidon: however, it was also wrong.
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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
#this is a non exhaustive list#i just grabbed a buncha images from search i hope these help#esp my tgirls who never learned these sorts of things i love u i gotchu#if u dont know something just look up Types Of X (eg. types of jacket) and youll find it
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I love how, writing while autistic, I have to add words like "lumberjackery" and "buggoes" to my dictionary just because I cannot stand the spellcheck underlines.
#writers on tumblr#writing#creative writing#neurodivergent#autism#artists on tumblr#books#actually autistic#neurodivergence#AuADHD
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I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
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I don't think I've ever shared this story before but I desperately need to
So my family- Me, two of my parents, and my swarm of brothers- were out for a day in the city, right? And we came across this juggling busker dressed as Darth Vader
And all my brothers LOVE star wars, so of course we stop
And Vader says something during his performance, right? And one of my brothers- maybe about seven years old at the time- asks what's wrong with his voice. Because he doesn't have the classic Vader voice.
And the buskers says- in what I assume was his best impression- "My voice modulator has been compromised"
And my brother- who is, again, about seven years old- stone-faced and without even a HINT of amusement- tells him, "You have failed me for the last time" and raises his hand to force-choke the guy
Dude fucking CHOKES and falls to the ground. No hesitation. Drops everything. Full-on Shakespeare performance. Apologizes to my brother like he's fucking Palpatine
And my brother doesn't laugh. Just nods solemnly to this grown ass man while we all lose it, and then "lets him go".
And then we leave, the moment cemented into the family lore forever
Anyhoe God bless you juggling Darth Vader, may the force be with you
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#writing memes#writer memes#writing#writeblr#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writer#writing life#creative writing#on writing
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Can I just take moment to thank every creator on here who blesses us with free content straight from their very souls and they ask for nothing in return. Can we show our appreciation to those that keep us fed each day. I'm talking about the poets, writers,artists and just all of the content creation categories. Goddamn like or reblog or even just a comment on the posts you encounter and appreciate, they need sustainence as well.
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My flesh festers, thick with a pungent decay; my wounds reek of their own rancid persistence. I wrap myself in a veil of quiet desolation, hoping none will catch the stench beneath, hoping none will see and flee. But sometimes, someone slips through—an accidental touch that sends a chill down to the hollowed pit of my gut. Their promises come, fragile as moth wings, saying they’ll never leave.
Yet always, the smell finds them. I watch them recoil, their footsteps echoing as they leave my life a quiet ruin—a graveyard of half-formed promises and ghostly memories.
#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia#academia aesthetic#chaotic academia#dark aesthetic#dead poets society#poetsandwriters#spilled ink#love
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