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[serikyl]

Asking for… a friend, is there any acceptable way to ask your shift manager to not put you on with two specific people at the same time bc you’d rather get lit on fire than work a shift with the both of them at the same time?

[thefemalepope]

You've Got Mail ( 1998 ) dir. Nora Ephron

[077891st]

trying to remember how to draw again 🐠

[scoobydoodean]

You think Dean's the cutest, don't you? Just the cutest most special human bean on the planet

I do think that and I’m right.

[thereasons28]

So I had chosen to try to not engage with the stunt content. If it crossed my social media feeds...fine, that's whatever. But I am no longer going to seek it out.

This...this I made an exception for. Because I find this so fucking egregious.

You mean to tell me that a man who made a point to say he didn't want his kid's face out there anymore is "dating" a woman who pretty much used her friend's daughter for ancillary PR?? For a piece in the Daily Mail?? AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN BLUR OUT THE KID'S FACE?? AND THIS KID'S MOM PRESUMABLY LET HER DO IT??

I barely even post my own niece on my social media (and if I do I ask my sister's permission first.) This woman let photos of her daughter be published in The Daily Mail for a fluff piece on her friend??? WHAT.

This woman is a piece of work...as is everyone in her orbit. Louis included.

[comatosebunny09]

when do you think notmc fell for Sylus?

There wasn’t one singular instance. It was a culmination of things.

How he respected her despite what he was capable of. How he offered protection, though it wasn’t stifling, still allowing her room to make her own mistakes and reap the consequences of them. How he personally saw to some of her wounds in his private quarters, chiding her for being reckless.

How he smirked at her, a way that bled amusement with affection burbling beneath. The omniscient glances from across the room. Lethal eye contact when it was just the two of them. Accidental brushes of fingers, legs, hips. Pursed lips, darkened eyes. Leaning towards her while she talked, considerate stares when he turned over the information she fed him in his mind.

The teasing, the banter, the concern snuck beneath a playful jab. The comfortable silence. The way every flirtation felt like it carried a secret weight. How he recalled the smallest, seemingly most insignificant things about her she was sure she had tucked away.

He made her smile. Made her laugh an unattractive, goofy sound. Made her feel aligned and grounded. Safe. He knew the intricacies of her past, and yet he didn’t let it deter him. He didn’t walk on eggshells around her, never disrespected her, or reminded her of the person she once was. He wasn’t her crutch, but he was like antiseptic on festering wounds.

She knew she was falling hard when she looked into his eyes, and red became her favorite color. She knew she fell when she started comparing him to sunsets and fire and rubies and the fog of early mornings. When her pulse quickened, when her throat thickened, when her hands were all clammy, and she was stumbling over her feet and words whenever he held her with that devastating gaze or laughed that smoky laugh.

It was a gradual descent into chaos. She had no intention of falling for him, but he laughed a little too disarmingly, and she knew she was a fucking goner.

[lnfours]

‘everyone wants him that was my crime’ with lando/charles? so excited for ur ask day! ❤️

absolutely, positively sobbing 🥺

jordans snow day ☃️

you knew what you were signing up for that very first date at the cafe in monaco, knew what you were getting yourself into when he showed up with flowers asking you to be his.

it’s not like he kept that part of himself hidden, you knew his profession and how many people longed to be you when photos leaked of the two of you going out to get dinner. even months later, it still shocks you the kind of things people comment on your posts on your social media.

you had made the mistake of scrolling through the comments of a tiktok about you and your boyfriend. the rude comments about the two of you drowning out the ones that supported you. you knew you shouldn’t have looked to begin with, but now you sat with blurry vision as you scrolled.

you normally wouldn’t have let the comments bother you, reminding yourself that at the end of the day, he was coming home to you. but for whatever reason, right now, it felt like you had committed the biggest crime. like you had robbed them of him, even though he didn’t belong to them.

you didn’t hear the door to your bedroom open, jolting at the sound of your boyfriends sweet, soft voice, “baby?”

he had entered the room and immediately froze, spotting the tears rolling down your cheeks. his mind went a mile a minute thinking of the worst possible things that could’ve happened to make you upset. rude comments being the last thing on his mind.

he sat down next to you, taking your face into his hands and gently wiping away the tears, “what’s up, sweetheart?”

you shook your head, “it’s nothing,”

“it’s not nothing if you’re crying,” he said, “you can tell me, it’s alright.”

you sniffled and turned your phone to him, letting him take it from your grip as he read through the comments. the comments talking about you, your looks, your body, your relationship. you bit down on your lower lip as his eyes scanned over the screen.

he locked the phone, tossing it to the side as he pulled you into his warmth, “c’mere,”

you slid into his arms gently, resting your face against his chest as he got comfortable on the bed next to you. he ran through your hair with his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, “you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, “i know.”

“and that i don’t agree with anything those comments said, you’re beautiful, on the inside and out. you’re my favorite human. you know that, too, right?”

you nodded against his chest again, repeating yourself, “i know.”

“don’t listen to a thing those people say,” he said, “you’re it for me, okay?”

he tilted your chin to look back at him, his eyes meeting yours, “okay?”

you nodded, giving him a soft smile, “okay,”

he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, breaking apart as he pushed hair from your face, “you want me to say something to them?”

you shook your head, “they’re just gonna keep saying these things,” your fingers traced over his beauty marks, “i normally don’t let it get to me, but i don’t know why it hit me this hard today.”

“it’s okay,” he shook his head, “nothing to apologize for. i just want you to know that you’re the one i wanna wake up next to, even if you drool.”

“i don’t drool!” you giggled, calling back to the teasing that took place earlier on in the morning when you woke up. you swatted at him playfully, a grin on his face as your laugh echoed through the bedroom. his second favorite sound you make.

you know the first.

[buwheal]

Hey Spamton! What’s the best spot in the town for a view? Place I am from has a sea nearby. Looks pretty nice, though with time you get used to it

[vickyvicarious]

Oh how determined Dracula is to wreck Jonathan's psyche as punishment. He wasn't content to just snatch away his only way of writing home. Dracula knows Jonathan can't leave under his watch. Nevertheless, he proceeds to steal Jonathan's money, documents, identification, and anything else that would have been useful to him outside the castle. So now Jonathan gets the message that even if he somehow escaped the prison, the forest, and the wolves, he would still not be able to leave the area, and Dracula would get him. I have taken away everything that may have brought you home. You are no one, and you are never going back.

You're very right. And, in classic Dracula fashion, every one of these tactics works on multiple levels. It's extra insurance that if Jonathan ever somehow did get out, then he wouldn't get far, for various reasons now. It's a message to Jonathan of the same, and thus psychological torment.

He is also controlling and limiting Jonathan's ability to communicate, and thus metaphorically stealing his 'voice' - if it weren't for the diary, Jonathan wouldn't have anywhere to tell his true thoughts left. He's also digging away at Jonathan's sense of self. As you say, telling him "you are no one now," leaving Jonathan with nothing else to do or to look to except Dracula himself. He's deepening the reliance there, forcibly. But it's also taking away things that have cost him effort (@thethirdromana made a post about how the suit alone is probably pretty expensive) and also that matter to him emotionally. It's quite possible the recipes he was saving for Mina were in those papers. There may well have been positive memories associated with his nice traveling suit. These are things that might be a comfort even if not an outright aid in escape. They remind Jonathan that he is human, he has a life outside of this place. But he doesn't anymore, and he won't ever again - that's the message Dracula is sending him. All he has left is Dracula.

And he's not even done yet. It's gonna get worse.

[simply-sithel]

and when you move, I'm moved by Catja [link]

A wee 60 pages- true mini, bound for the @renegadepublishing Tiny Book Bang. Typeset by Indoor Cat Press.

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...this book was so tiny, I lost it in my Drafts! Sharing now, almost a year later, as the 2024 Tiny Books Bang nears it's 2nd typeset reveal

[neotula]

been testing out steam's recording function: there's some 1999 things i'd like to record and post here. it's more fun than screenshots, and it's a nice way to document things.

anyways, here's my new years kiss! did you know that the line said at the end can vary?

[sodaneko]

lale stop buying a selfship comm every time you're sad challenge!!

[dandelionsprout42]

Time to settle this particular gigantic beef because I've got nothing left to lose in my life

See this absolute monster?

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

Sparky Sparkeroni.

He almost single-handedly destroyed My Little Pony G5. He caused Hitch to regress to less than half of Hitch's physical age. He pretty much only ever spent his days committing arson and farting on everyone, and was never punished for it.

He was an even bigger factor in destroying not just G5, but the entire My Little Pony franchise, than the Gullierme Fraud (who I have yet to see the propaganda department Equestria Daily Caller apologise for). He is a prime example of why baby characters ruin every single show they get added to. I've for instance still not forgiven House MD for such 15 years on.

[subdigitals]

as I've been watching every episode I follow along with the differences between the french episode and the english episode I just haven't been posting about it. but this time I have to. in the french odd says his music video is very successful

[skunkes]

I’m sorry but being naive at 26 just means you need to take that leap to being more independent … can family members or friends help you along the way to make things easier for you?

friends yes, the family members are the ones fighting me on it or otherwise not encouraging/believing in me :(

[houseofbrat]

Someone posted this on Reddit and now I can’t unsee it 😂😂😂

More crack team communications work from The KP Klown Show!

As to your recent submission - this video has two purposes and that’s for (1) Cathy to play the “I had cancer” card so don’t expect me to work and nobody (especially not that elderly man working through cancer treatment) has suffered as much as me and (2) W&C are the most loved up couple ever so definitely no separation here and please book him off work for the foreseeable future too.

That’s it. The Daily Mail which is usually incredibly sycophantic to these two even had mixed reactions in their comments with people making those exact points - that the average Joe lives in a concrete jungle now without ready access to nature etc.

And as for their previous initiatives - the simple explanation is that you can tell which initiatives were launched when they reported and were bankrolled by The King when he was Duke of Cornwall vs. now when they’re independent. Early Years, when launches had outcomes (research, the launch of the foundations etc.).

It went from her “life’s work” to an afterthought that’s only pulled out when she wants a photo op cooing at babies, an excuse to post old baby pics of herself or to hang with celebrities. It’s two different ways of approaching royalty - Charles focused on service and his sons focused on self service.

Here are some comments on Becky English's article on Kate's new perfume ad: