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Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

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i think this is probably true of every office, but there's a middle aged woman working in business who doesn't hold any particular place in the chain of command but is Sovereign. i was running support and she has access to more secure network drives than i do. im pretty sure she has an admin account. i was having trouble with my parking pass and my boss just said to talk to kristen- one day later i had parking in any garage on campus. she's not even in charge of parking in our building

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Exercises for all the homies who want to have a long career drawing.

The true problem with being an artist and drawing all day (as I wanted my whole life) is that human backs are not designed to hold that position, so it is very common for artists and designers to have really stiff shoulder blades, creating a chain of muscle strain towards the arm AND the back… and a lot of pain.

These are some physical exercises for artists and honestly anyone who works at a desk.

(all credit to my physiotherapist)

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They broke out of the woods, kicked their horses to a gallop, and dashed away. But before they where out of sight, the first hunter looked back over his shoulder and called, just as though he could see the unicorn standing in shadow, "Stay where you are, poor beast. This is no world for you. Stay in your forest, and keep your trees green and your friends long-lived."

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How the fuck can there be anti vaccine "witches?" If you disagree with binding an invisible malignant entity into a single drop of potion that seals a subject's blood against the full force of that very same entity's curse then you are not and can never be a witch you're just a karen who buys rocks

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Twilight Sewer Rat 5Ever

i think we all have that one piece of media we like that’s basically “i love this thing, but i dont think everyone should watch this thing and would not categorically recommend it to other people i know, this thing has a lot of problems and i am the first person you should ask if you want to know a long list of criticisms, but i REALLY ENJOY THIS THING” its like holding up a can of trash to everyone else and saying “you are a reasonable person and you would not enjoy touching this garbage and i value that about you” and then pouring it out on the ground and rolling around in it yourself

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Reasons you might be a 70+ year old woman who looks like she’s in her 20s or younger as the protagonist of a Seanan McGuire novel

1. You are part fae, and also spent an extended period of time trapped in the body of a koi fish.

2. You are a ghost, and those generally don’t age.

3. You are using scifi magic to keep yourself young while you jump dimensions in search of your lost husband.

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holy shit

“October “Toby” Daye was in many ways my first “real” protagonist. She was complicated, she was sad, she was bruised and refusing to break, and she was not afraid to put her duty ahead of her desire to be liked. She bullied her way through the world she was created to inhabit, looking at every complication that stood in her way and saying “No, you move.” After a lifetime spent moving dolls through stories, it was like I finally had a real person to follow and document. I started writing her adventures, and sending them out to people I trusted to read and review. Midway through either the second or the third book—I don’t remember anymore—I got a note from one of my proofers saying “You can’t have Toby do this, she’s always been a little bitchy, but this makes her a total bitch. No one will like her if she does this.” I panicked. I couldn’t write a series about an unlikeable character! I’d never get published, no one else would ever meet my imaginary friends, and everything I’d worked for my whole life would be over, all because Toby was unlikeable. Then I took a deep breath, and wrote back to the proofer requesting that they do a find/replace on the .doc, and plug in the name “Harry Dresden” for every instance of “October Daye.” They did, and lo and behold, what had been “bitchy” and “inappropriate” was suddenly “bold” and “assertive.” A male character in the same situation, with the same background, taking the same actions, was completely in the right, justified, and draped with glory. He was a hero. Toby? Toby was an unlikeable bitch. The proofer withdrew the compliant. I have never forgotten it.”

— seanan_mcguire: Characters, criteria, and causation: where the problem lies. (via helavik)

Just reblogging this again since I’ve been rereading the series.

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October's Dad

I do adore Simon, and I'm all here for him finding happiness and finally being a part of October's life, but I feel so, so sad when I think on her relationship with her human dad, how she struggles to remember him exactly a bit more every time he's brought up -as someone who also lost his dad very young, I can relate- and how he most likely died thinking himself a widower who'd also lost his little girl and how Amy probably never spared him a second thought after. I suspect it'd be heartbreaking, knowing more about their time together, or even about his relationship with Amandine, given he was mortal and she sucks, but I can't help but wonder. His absence is so very poignant and I guess I'm not saying that should change, because I suspect that might be the point. I just hope we learn a bit more about him, when and if Toby ever lets go of that bit of mortality, though Im guessing it's definitely gonna be a tear-jerjer either way. I also wonder if any of Toby's family on his side is still around, and if Toby has ever tried to find them. I don't think she'd forget they (may) exist, but maybe it's just too painful? Can't imagine a way to safely have a relationship with them.

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AITA for kidnapping my(500F) daughter's(64F) fiance (370M) and putting him in a cage and demanding she go retrieve my other, lost, daughter (192F) or she'll never get to see him again? I mean he's basically no better than an animal and so is she, and at this point she is probably the only one who could find her sister again, but also I've been told I'm sometimes a bit inconsiderate...

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“Mother, if you can hear me, I’ve been very good,” said the Luidaeg. “I haven’t killed anyone who didn’t deserve it, not even my sister, who should probably have been killed a hundred times over by now. I haven’t stolen any hearts or broken any vows, and I’m only calling on you now because I need you more than I’ve ever needed you before. Mother, I am your oldest living child. I am your eternity made flesh. Now please, hark to me, heed me here, and open the door before we die a horrible and lingering death in the darkness.” The smell of her magic surged again, this time underscored by roses like I had never smelled before—not the cold, snowy roses of Evening or the perfect hothouse roses of Luna; not even the bloody-thorned roses of my mother’s magic, which used to define my entire world. These were wild roses, untouched by any gardener’s shears and untamed by any horticulturist’s design. They grew where they wanted, thrived where they chose, and would never be anything but their own truest selves, unable to conform to anything else. They were the roses that had grown at the beginning of the world, and the roses that would grow at the end of it. There were a hundred other scents beneath the roses, loam and fresh-turned earth and the sweet decay that leads to new growth, but I knew that what I would remember was the roses. They would stay with me, because . . . because . . .

Because no one could smell Maeve’s magic and forget it.

From The Winter Long by Seanan McGuire

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I understood a lot about the Luidaeg when I figured out that the central axis of her personality was not "monster", "sea witch", or even "mother", but "eldest sister".

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people are like "if you put crabs in a bucket they can't escape because they keep pulling each other back in, this is called crab bucket mentality and describes why people don't help each other" and never acknowledge that crabs do not naturally occur in buckets, a human with more power had to put them there

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hey did you know that uhh

i. the monster's body is a cultural body

ii. the monster always escapes

iii. the monster is the harbinger of category crisis

iv. the monster dwells at the gates of difference

v. the monster polices the borders of the possible

vi. fear of the monster is really a kind of desire

vii. the monster stands at the threshold… of becoming

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