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It'll be okay *puts a little flower in your hair*

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Kissing Booth AU shipping will start Mid-Nov! The printer’s taking longer than usual since they said they’re kinda busy. 😅

In the mean time here’s some supercorp which you may have ready seen on ig or twt 😁

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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

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Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother

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Trick or treat! 🎃

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HEY

Super Boop: hold the paw until it spins once.

Evil Boop: hold the paw until it spins 3 times.

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rewatched the show recently and im back into it again

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Ineffable Wives Weekend

Ineffable Wives Weekend is coming! Please fill out our Interest Form so we can plan an event that will work best for all of us

The Interest Check will be open until Saturday, November 16th at 11:59pm EST. Make sure to fill it out by then so your voice can be heard!

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mutuals do this!!!!

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Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

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WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @blueleopard555 for what I think is probably a WIP game given the context clues lol.

My words are: Flirting, Kindness, and Debate

Tagging: @seyaryminamoto @magixfairyix @elsa-fogen & @yellowumbrella134

My words for you guys are: hurt, healing, & fear

Directions: You match a snippet of a WIP for a fic (or art) to each word. It can be any ship, canon, AU, or series!

*Cries in in just put out the last chapter of my latest long fic and have no WIPs other than bullet points* *Doesn't even have any working titles panic*

So this is going to be really interesting.

For debate: the closet thing that I have is this super messy, unpolished snippet with no prose whatsoever. Completely un-formatted too. It's from a fic that I may or may not even get to but have a concept for; Azula basically shuts down completely and enters this semi-catatonic unfeeling state.

“It’s fine zuko. I’m not sad.” “You lost everything you should feel upset!” “I used to. I felt a lot of things, betrayal, hurt, anger, shame… But one day it just stopped hurting. This is better. I don’t want to feel.” .oOo. "you always had ursa and iroh. I was always alone." “you had mai and tylee.” "they didn't really like me. They were only there because they were afraid of what would have happened if they weren’t" “That’s not true.” “It is.” “Azula.” “You said that I’m a liar but I’ve only ever told you the truth exactly as it was. Father did want to kill you, he doesn’t love you and he never will. He’ll always think that you have no honor. And mother doesn’t love me. She will always hate and fear me. That’s just how it is.”

For Flirting: Unnamed Sokkla fic that will double as both last weeks & this weeks entry for Earth & Mars

Hunger. Love. In a way they are the same emotion. She has never felt things in the ways that people tell her she should.  Slash! Blast! The fire reflects on his blade before it deflects. He charges at her as she charges at him. Resentment. Desire. These can also sometimes become one and the same. 

Sometimes she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

For Kindness: Untitled fic concept where Icy is hit with the kindness spell in (4kids) season 2 and it doesn't wear off.

It floods in like jingling sleigh bells, like laughter and the fluid song of the ice. Like peppermint kisses on rosy cheeks and hands stuffed into mittens. And it is overwhelming, physically nauseating as claws of light magic slice her darkness to ribbons. She tries to conjure up her favorite images but she finds that her focus lasping…redirecting. Mental images of faeries pinned by the wings to the floor are spliced with faeries skipping and laughing. A wanna be witch sobbing over books that Stormy had swatted out of her arms is interrupted by a hand, that Icy only faintly recognizes as her own, helping her up. The entirety of Magix blanketed in an eternal snow is overtaken by a cozy winter in the city with open fires and sticks heavy with marshmallows. Icy grits her teeth. The spell is seeping its way in, snuffing the malice and plucking evil inclinations right out of her as she tries fruitlessly to snatch them back.

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Calling this the Suite Life AU

Yes, they're all adults here dw. And no, Pentious and Angel aren't twins here. But wouldn't that be hilarious, like

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Fandom: God there’s like NO content anymore. I wish we could get more art and fanfics :(((

Someone: Hey, I can’t draw anything digitally, because I can’t afford a tablet, but here’s a pen on paper drawing that I spent a lot of time and hard work on. Also, I took a shot at my first fanfic and I’d really like some feedback or at least some kudos if you enjoyed it :)

Fandom: Oh... yeah sorry no... not you. We actually meant writers that are already well known and popular to produce MORE content... I mean, if a popular blog shares your work then maybe. And we don’t really like pen to paper art. We just don’t think it’s professional or even looks good :/

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hi any life advice for 21yo

Don't date thirty-year-olds until you are at least 25.

Having a glass of water for every glass of alcohol will give you a 50% reduction in hangover viciousness.

Bad people will use your willingness to be quiet as a weapon against you. If someone's being awful to you and trusting you'll be quiet to keep from making waves, surprise them.

There is no physical object in the world that is worth as much as your honor.

Honor is not the same as dignity. Retaining one sometimes means leaving the other aside.

Don't have any sex you don't want to have; have as much as you want of the sex that you do, whether that's a lot, a little, or none at all. Nothing you can do to your own body is immoral, unless you're doing it as an act of self-punishment.

Food is morally neutral. You do not have to earn the right to eat calories. Fat and sugar keep your brain from eating itself.

Learning to sit still and breathe--in, in, in, hold, hold, hold, out, out, out, out, out, out--can give you five feet of clear space around yourself in a maelstrom.

Find out how to make three good meals: A comfort meal you can make for just yourself relatively easily, a fancy meal you can use to wow a date, and a meal you can feed a bunch of people. All the other cooking can come later, but you can build a community on those three meals.

If you ever get to the point that things are so bleak you can see no other way forward but to die, make any other choice. If that means leaving everything you own and being a beach bum, or quitting your career, or taking up or leaving a religion, or deciding to bicycle across the country, so be it; living means more chances, dying means everything stops and you don't get to see any more interesting things. As you have not yet seen all the things that can interest you, it is better to live.

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The many faces of Katie McGrath Pt. 2

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I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????