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Women's wrestling IS alive and well

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JOE HENDRY WTFFFFFF

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we're at the tail end of tumblr's ibuprofen era and right at the peak of its toys era. every day I look in the mirror and see a different man than I saw yesterday.

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Tomorrow, by the grace of god, i will wake up to millions of fanfiction about fratt

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FRATT FAMILY HOW THE FUCK ARE WE FEELING

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got my november trends mixed up so i accidentally nutted 50k times and didn't write a single word

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mentally im friends with a lot of u guys even if we dont talk or never have talked and probably will never talk directly. its ok. the warriors bond transcends words

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"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."

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Fight in the rain in season 1 of Daredevil

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tormented girl fall

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glad to see those spreading the truth

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Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell

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there has to be this certain kind of fear that hits, as a Bat, when you reach for your belt mid-battle and there’s nothing left. no explosives, no batarangs, no more knives or weapons or anything you can use in close quarter combat. the fear hits you like a ringing bell, and then you take a breath. you calm down and remember Bruce’s training. the very specific lesson he’d given on exactly this moment — when your gloved fingers scrape at nothing and you only have your wits to save you.

every time, every single Bat has come back from that moment of fear. maybe they don’t emerge uninjured, but they never give up. they never sit back and say there’s nothing I can do, now.

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One of the owners gave him this body butter she makes and taught him how to massage my calves after wearing heels all day

Food/drink under the cut

Also the body butter

Not to vent/trauma dump on my MAIN on tumblr dot com in 2024, but I haven't been able to pick up a fanfiction to read in years, much less write one. But my husband works at this gothic coffee/tea shop full of vintage furniture and skulls and herbs everywhere. I got some pretty world-shattering news about my mom yesterday, like "my husband and I are dropping everything and moving back down next week" news.

I just needed to not sit alone today and ruminate on things I cannot control. I went in and stayed for his entire shift to just avoid going home. He always keeps bringing me drinks because the owners (married lesbian couple I would kill for) will bully him lightheartedly if I don't have something on my table at all times, I guess?

Anyway, it's always a vibe, but today was different, I guess? Beautiful day, first off. First day under 80°f here in a while. I watched a few people have lunch dates. I journaled. I read. Sipped various lattes and ate a muffin.

My life feels like it's falling apart, with the only exception being my marriage. And somehow, within the walls of that cafe, it all went away for a little bit. It genuinely gave me the first motivation to write that I've had in a long time. It's been 7 years, I think?

And that's how I realized I've now got lived-experience to write an amazing coffee shop au and broke 7 years of writers block somehow

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Not to vent/trauma dump on my MAIN on tumblr dot com in 2024, but I haven't been able to pick up a fanfiction to read in years, much less write one. But my husband works at this gothic coffee/tea shop full of vintage furniture and skulls and herbs everywhere. I got some pretty world-shattering news about my mom yesterday, like "my husband and I are dropping everything and moving back down next week" news.

I just needed to not sit alone today and ruminate on things I cannot control. I went in and stayed for his entire shift to just avoid going home. He always keeps bringing me drinks because the owners (married lesbian couple I would kill for) will bully him lightheartedly if I don't have something on my table at all times, I guess?

Anyway, it's always a vibe, but today was different, I guess? Beautiful day, first off. First day under 80°f here in a while. I watched a few people have lunch dates. I journaled. I read. Sipped various lattes and ate a muffin.

My life feels like it's falling apart, with the only exception being my marriage. And somehow, within the walls of that cafe, it all went away for a little bit. It genuinely gave me the first motivation to write that I've had in a long time. It's been 7 years, I think?

And that's how I realized I've now got lived-experience to write an amazing coffee shop au and broke 7 years of writers block somehow

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(if you're seeing this post directly from apolladay just reblog DON'T VOTE as I think it will skew the answers. i didn't have enough followers to justify posting it myself lol)

I frequently realize I've been following someone for a while, but actually don't know what their profile picture depicts.