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Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

*edit - the chart did not help, I'm shit at maths (see my reblog), if your height is not included please feel free to vote based on vibes alone into whichever category closest to your height feels right

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okay genuine question but WHYYYY put all of the characters through SO MUCH to destroy the darkness just for Gold to take it back? He literally had a pure heart and had absolutely no reason to become the dark one again. “But he craved power!” BEING PURE OF HEART AND A HERO MEANS THAT HE SHOULDNT HAVE CRAVED POWER!!! HIS WHOLE ARC MEANT NOTHING!!

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you ever start rereading your WIP to get in the mood and write more and you get so caught up that when you get to the end you’re like “bitch? where’s the rest?” and you realize you’re the bitch and you have to write it

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Week 7- Cosplaying

So this picture actually developed more into a Steampunk AU rather than a cosplay…whoops…

So the basic AU idea is: Inventor Belle French is struggling to gain enough funds for her projects. One day the famous business man, Mr. Gold, offers her a deal.  He will fund everything she needs for her inventions if in turn she helps him with one of his own. A way to bring back his dead son.

On my Deviantart

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Happy pride month to my dad. When I came out as bi to him, this man googled what it ment, look at me and said "ohh. Yeah. You get that from me. You'd have far more siblings of I only shaged women." And went right back to his work emails.

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I can’t make pasta any more without mumbling to myself, “wet the drys… then dry the wets…”

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Wrong Number Belle, are you actually going to accept the money Gold gave you?

Wrong Number Gold, do you plan on giving Belle a real apology? At all?

Belle: He didn't give it to me, he gave it to the library. Of course I'm going to accept it. I want library funding.

Gold: Of course. It's on the agenda.

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I feel like chatgpt came around and everyone immediately forgot what they were doing to get stuff done before. like writing centers, extensions, extra help, templates, office hours, beta readers, random generators, and art and writing prompts have all existed for ages. even if you were cheating there's always been sparknotes, photomath, copying, paying someone else to do it, faking that your grandma died, and whatever. all of that stuff is more reliable and doesn't fuck over the planet. and you might actually learn something

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just found out in medieval france, having a lion on your coat of arms was so prevalent that there was literally a colloquial proverb to clown on knights for being basic and not having a real coat of arms. the hate game was so strong back then. imagine medieval hate anons

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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Wrong Number | Chapter 8

Rating: M (may go up) (or down)

Pairing: Rumbelle

Summary: Belle has struck up a strange friendship with a man she only knows over text. Having finally escaped a bad living situation, she gets involved in the local city council, where she meets Mr. Gold, who seems hellbent on hating her guts. It’s a good thing she has her mysterious text friend for comfort.

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Belle spent all of Sunday with Robert. Well, not with him, of course, but she talked to him from the moment she woke up and wished him a good morning to the moment before her eyes closed when she wished him goodnight. They made breakfast at the same time, watched jeopardy together, talked about books and movies and music.

Sure, they had been talking for months, and they’d talked about all these things before, but Belle had never just set aside a day to do nothing but talk to him. 

She feared this was becoming serious.

On Monday, she spent work with her head in the clouds, just waiting for any break in her day to check her phone. Even the thought of Mr. Gold coming in to yell at her couldn’t burst her bubble, and neither could Emma’s skeptical raised eyebrow.

By Tuesday, she had calmed a little bit, though just enough to pay attention at work, and then, since his son had another soccer game that night, she went out with Emma and Mary Margaret and Ruby, and they ended up back in Mary Margaret’s living room playing cards. Belle won most games and Emma won all the ones she didn’t.

Then she got home and showered and got into bed and took her phone out.

Robert: He lost tonight, but I think the other team cheated.

Read on AO3

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Here’s my contribution to the Rumbelle anniversary :D

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