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people seemed delighted by me putting my crocheter keith headcanon in this comic so i needed to be silly abt it

i like to think coran would teach him how to crochet and it helps give him an outlet and teaches him to be more patient but he also uses it to vent his stupid crush lmfao

+bonus

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adhd paralysis sucks bcuz im just sitting there and my brain is like

YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME

no work done no rest gained. literally no point of this at all

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actually thinking about how my mom banned me from harry potter for it being of satan and got rid of all my books and merch, but bought me the bartimaeus and percy jackson books on PURPOSE…..

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Lowkey wish a book i read before gets an adaptation so i can pull from the source for fan content

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“magic isnt real” — plants just grow out of the ground. for free. everywhere.

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a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)

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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”

With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”

Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”

Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.

The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.

Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”

“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”

This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.

“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”

Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.

“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.

They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.

Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.

“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”

A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.

Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.

Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”

Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”

He relents with a gleeful grin.

“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.

Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.

“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”

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im taking media away from some of u guys until you can pass a 6th grade literary analysis test

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So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, ‘cause I still feel alive When it is hopeless, I start to notice And I still feel alive Falling forward, back into orbit

man this doesn’t really fit the song’s vibe the way i wanted but,,, fukin pretty

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shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else

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So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, ‘cause I still feel alive When it is hopeless, I start to notice And I still feel alive Falling forward, back into orbit

man this doesn’t really fit the song’s vibe the way i wanted but,,, fukin pretty

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Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.

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PSA!

When you’re copying a URL that has a question mark in it, that question mark AND EVERYTHING AFTER IT are completely unnecessary. It’s tracking data telling the website whether you copied the URL from their share function, or visited them via twitter, or what search terms you used to find that page.

So a URL that looks like this:

https://www.somewebsite.com/article/thingthatscool?ID=26079&pla_country=US&CAGPSPN=pla&&trackingid=509x1052199823&m_sc=sem&m_sb=Google&m_tp=PLA&m_ac=Google_SH_PLA_Tabletop&m_ag=Noritake&m_cn=GS_Dinnerware_PLA_Restructure&m_pi=go_cmp-13050559898_adg-127803968051_ad-520677613594_pla-1260381317191_dev-c_ext-_prd-37725010212USAgo_cmp-13050559898_adg-127803968051_ad-_pla-1260381317191_dev-c_ext-&gclid=Cj0KCQjw54iXBhCXARIsADWpsG9Z5UOydUwZHBdA_NFYMTu3kG2u3kzIT-ooPt5bd3ZtAgyRnF0aqE4aAozBEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

can usually become

https://www.somewebsite.com/article/thingthatscool

You can delete all that tracking shit, and the URL should still work. You can even test it in a new tab first before sharing it, if you're an anxious mess like me.

Go forth and tell your friends! And maybe I will no longer have to see URLs on tumblr or Discord that take up a full screen.

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reading/writing fanfiction about your otp be like:

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Every writing advice thing ever: Don’t get bogged down in details on your first draft. Just write! ☺️

Me: How I begin this scene hinges on whether cheese sandwiches were served with mayo in the 50’s.

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“Erebos”, artwork by Eliran Kantor

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リスエスト：ラッチェンズ先生！　もうちょっと清楚なイメージかも

Request: Miss Lutyens Thank you request, @broyougotthis ! And I’m sorry very rate…>_<

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how do u tell the difference between executive dysfunction, procrastination, and laziness bc fuck idk how to