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legitimately my first feminist awakening as a ten year old child was realizing that girls were expected to respect “boy stuff” but boys were never expected to respect “girl stuff”

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Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

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 “hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please  the meal would be great”

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Rescuing Bill

He is tied up in such a specific way.

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Based on a real thing that happened to me and my sister (me as Stan and my sis and Ford)

She had held my foot up for a while trying to pull me up thinking it was my arm, we laughed about it almost instantly after but it was still scary.

Be beach careful people! Waves can easily pin you against the sand if you don't dive at the right time.

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I sometimes think about the interaction that Hosea has at the Mayor's party, specifically the end of the interaction.

Hosea has found a victim, he is chattering him up about wanting to change banks but not really knowing which, full knowing that his victim works for the Lemoyne Bank and will try to sweet talk Hosea into picking their bank. The two chatter, but at some point the man has to leave, he shakes Hosea's hand and says "you will have to excuse me, I must go see my fiance."

The interaction seems to be over, but Hosea reaches out again, literally stopping this man who has already turned his back to him to tell him "congratulations sir.... A wife is a wonderful thing." When I say that Hosea will find any oppotunity to talk about Bessie this is what I mean. The convosation was over, it was done, but Hosea saw a chance at doting on his long gone wife and he took it.

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smth smth redraw with The Gilded Cage fits

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"Life can be better, we aren't perfect, but we can protect the people we love"

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Bitter Sweet Goodbye - RDR2 - You Die In Their Arms

Imagine you, as their lover, die in their arms (Fem!Reader)

Characters: Arthur, Charles, Micah, Dutch, Hosea 

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and character death, mentions of Chapter 4, use of Y/N and L/N

If anyone has any writing requests or want to see any other characters/scenarios please let me know! :D If you rather read it on AO3 it can be found here! ______

Arthur

This couldn’t be happening. Arthur would have laughed at the absurdity of it, really. If he weren’t so choked up by the gnawing realization that you weren’t going to make it. Micah had insisted on pulling another O’Driscoll bust. Stealing the mother-load from a bank transport wagon the rival gang had their eye on. “C’mon Arthur. After what they did to you and Kieran? They deserve it.” He coerced you both into it. “And Y/N is a quick shot. In and out, easy job.”

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a kiss for each of your finger tips.

then a kiss on your palm, his whiskers scratchy against it as he brought it to cradle his face.

saying goodbye to arthur was never easy. tears welled up the moment he approached his mount. the silhouette of him walking from you was almost too much to bare, and dripped down your face in silent runs.

“sweet girl.” he’d say scoldingly when he turned around to see you, though his turquoise eyes swam with softness. “crying for me.”

he’d press his mouth against the tears in gentle kisses. then, mounted with his dark hat shadowing the panes of his face, he’d begin the ritual worship of your hands. he was leaning down towards you now, eyes closed as he savored the feeling of your hand against his cheek.

“i love you, darlin’. you know that.” he’d say this with his eyes still closed, as if he was feeling your love in his very bones.

you did, and you loved him. desperately. hungrily. with every cell in your body and without a moment’s doubt. you loved the outlaw like he was god. all of these thoughts raced through your head but you could only reply with, “come back to me in one piece. ill hunt you down after a fortnight.”

his eyes would open then, sparkling with humor. “you promise?”

you’d kiss him through his scratching laugh.

the days would pass painfully slow. laundry was scrubbed, a shirt of his nearly pressed and starched for him and hung in the closet. bread was baked and ate alongside a solitary bowl of stew. the small cabin you had for yourself become a prison. the days you spent with friends in town were the only reprieve.

but when he came back to you… oh lord, when he came back to you.

you’d spot him on the horizon. he galloped towards you with an eagerness that made you laugh. the book you clutched as comfort was thrown onto the floor as you barreled out the front door and down the steps.

and there he was, dirty and sweat-stained, smelling like gunpowder and coffee.

and there he was, taking you in his arms and bringing you close, breathing your name like a healing prayer.

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correct me if im wrong but micah being educated is sooo important to me. rockstar could've made him uneducated, they could've just reduced him into an illiterate antagonist who's just a brute, but they didn't. they made him literate, they made him as clever as he is brutish, because as much as people hate him, he is intelligent, and that's so important to me.

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the secret of mr brian epstein’s success is that he, too, is but a fangirl in his heart

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What selfshipping is like

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modern Arthur Morgan is definitely the type of person to say “can I be your boyfriend” instead of the opposite. You can tell by the way he says “no one would have me” or “there’s a few worth loving and dying for, I guess. If they’ll let you” 🥹🥹🥹

He could say “there’s no one I want” or “there’s a few I want to love and die for” but he doesn’t.

DON’T YOU GET IT 👹!!!! He just wants to be accepted 😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

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