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fav clair obscur review ive seen today

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found goat milk and wheat ale at the store. theres no way im NOT making a white gilgamesh tonite

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*if you know/have confirmed from multiple sources, pick the first one you experienced

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subtlety who?

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Proposal for new fandom etiquette:

If you read a fic because it was linked/recced somewhere, you leave a comment saying "came from XXX" and that comment doesn't need to include anything else.

Because when all of a sudden there's a lot of activity on one particular fic I WANNA KNOW WHY!!!!!

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the fray: where did i go wrong….. i lost a friend…..  somewhere along in the bitterness….. and i would have stayed up with you all night……  had i known how to save a life……

12 year old me:

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why bother caring about the environment when 1. It’s so obviously a lost cause and 2. There’s definitely going to be a nuclear war?

And what are you doing about it Anon? Learn about ecological restoration or get out of my way.

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I have been thinking of this Canal+ ad with napoleon in it

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i love insane gay people

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Have you ever noticed that pretty much everybody in Shakespeare's histories is an awful parent? Now you can rank them according to your tastes in (bad) parenting with my tier list maker:

I probably forgot somebody (please tell me if I did) and also all of the parent-adjacent characters are included according to my personal tastes (mostly because Falstaff does a LOT of (weird) parenting and deserved a spot and then pulled a bunch of other people along with him).

Here's mine:

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King John reluctantly signing the Magna Carta by Arthur C. Michael

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mosquitos have always flocked to jonathan.

he has a particular memory from when he was about eleven of sitting outside in the sun and feeling a little prick on the back of his hand. he put it down to the tickle of sweat and ignored it, before, out of the corner of his eye, seeing the blasted thing rise up from his skin and begin making its way towards the friend sitting beside him. he clapped his hands around it in a flash before it could have the chance to sink its strange needley mouth into anyone else, feeling the tiny crunch between the meat of his palms.

he had opened his hands again, and, upon seeing the creature’s mangled and dismembered corpse all over him, briefly regretted how quick he was to action. his immediate instinct was to wipe his hands off on the long grass on which he was sitting, but something gave him pause before he could. there was a small, bright smear of red across the palm of his hand, mixed in with the dead insect’s body parts. fresh blood. his blood.

for a second, it felt like an injustice. that had been in his body less than ten seconds ago, why couldn’t he have it back? he had the mad idea to lick it off of his palms, but stayed his tongue before he could so thoroughly make a fool of himself in front of his friend. he wiped his palms on the grass, washed his hands of it, and that was that. still, he was glad he had dealt with the issue before the bloodsucker could make its mark on anyone else.

jonathan is now no longer eleven, and he stands in the count’s room, staring at the monster’s wretched youthful body.

he cannot find the key. he had forced his trembling hands to make search of all the pockets and chambers of the robes, and he had found nothing.

there is fresh blood on the count’s lips.

he has no mirror, so has no ability to confirm nor disprove whether the prickle he felt on his throat in his sleep was merely sweat. his mind has not been entirely sound as of late, so it is best not to record any wild conjecture for which he has no evidence.

he wants his mirror back. and his clothes. and his papers, his documents, anything he had that showed he was himself. he wants his letter back, the one he poured his heart into and addressed to mina, the one that the count burnt to ash in front of his eyes. it was for her and now it’s gone.

he imagines leaning down to lick the blood off the ruby lips. 

he wants to. 

and why not? all he has left to lose of himself is his soul, and that will surely be gone by tonight, anyhow. why not burn it out first and rob them of the satisfaction? why wait for his teeth to sharpen? he has canines as it is, he has eaten plenty of meat before. licking up the mosquito was never going to undo the bite, but it would have done something. it would have made him feel less a fool for ignoring the sting and waiting until it was too late to protect himself. why not open his mouth and take his life back?

he stares at the bloated face of the vampire to whom he has so meticulously given his aid. housing, language, company, clothing. all that was his to give, taken right out of his hands. he cannot let this place take his last vestige of self.

no, his soul is not his to give, and it has not been for some months. he has pledged his troth to mina. he will not dash her gift before he has had a chance to place in in her hands. his soul and remaining self is in his possession, but it is marked it for her. if he burns it, then it is gone.

he reaches for the shovel.

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Sirens 🧜‍♀️

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puppy want a treat?

puppy want a fucking break from it all