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No.6 - Atsuko Asano (translated by 9th-ave.blogspot.com)

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do kids these days know about grace kelly by mika

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Youtube recommended video: can my hair handle a month without shampoo?

Me, who hasn’t used shampoo for 6 years: well golly gee, I dunno

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love david jenkins for creating/writing ofmd, but he's not the only writer so let's start giving correct credit! these are the writers of some of your favorite moments:

episodes 1, 2, and 10 were written by david jenkins

episode 3 was written by adam stein

episode 4 was written by eliza jiménez cossio

episode 5 was written by john mahone

episode 6 was written by simone nathan

episode 7 was written by zayre ferrer

episode 8 was written by spouses alyssa lane and alex sherman

episode 9 was cowritten by david jenkins and yvonne zima (who also happened to act in episode 5 as a french woman)

other people david jenkins credits as being in the writers room are zackery alexzander stephens, maddie dai, william meny, jes tom, and natalie torres (who apparently was/is on tumblr)

the 3 non-binary people in the writers room were jes tom, natalie torres, and i believe zayre ferrer (who doesn't have a twitter which is why i think david keeps tagging zayre's sister zadry instead. zadry has mentioned it's zayre who writes for ofmd)

a talented bunch!

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“I saw violence in anything with a face. I wished for a place big enough for grief, & all I got was more grief.”

— Chen Chen, “How I Became Sagacious,” from When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

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Divergent is a bad book, but its accidental brilliance is that it completely mauled the YA dystopian genre by stripping it down to its barest bones for maximum marketability, utterly destroying the chances of YA dystopian literature’s long-term survival 

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shoutout to paris hilton for not abandoning her ‘micropig’ 

when it turned out that it was a normal piggy who grew up to be a big fat fatty piggu

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“An analysis by Front Line Defenders and the Human Rights Defenders Memorial recorded at least 358 murders of human rights activists globally in 2021.

Of that total, nearly 60% were land, environment or Indigenous rights defenders.

The countries with the highest death tolls were Colombia, Mexico and Brazil.

Advocates say the figure is likely far higher, as attacks on land and environment defenders in Africa often go unreported.”

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i swear to god NOTHING makes me more pissed off then when everyone is like “oouheuehghoughough ough [thing] is so good it’s a classic you’ll love it” and they say it SO OFTEN that you resolve on principle to loathe [thing] with your entire being but when you actually get around to experiencing [thing] it literally IS That Good. physically trembling with rage at the fact that hamlet actually is one of the best plays ever written. DIE

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“I hate fandom, it’s everywhere on this site,” Sir (gender-neutral) this is Tumblr, aka the Denny’s parking lot at 3 am of websites.

Of course, fandom is everywhere. Their tagline on the app store used to be “the home of fandom.” You’re the one who walked in here, you can walk yourself right back out.

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the common variation of the "arthur comes back" trope is that he emerges from avalon, fog headed and confused, and countless time has passed, and the only thing that makes sense is merlin.

but.

imagine an awake arthur. arthur, who enters the realm of avalon with a hand clamped tight over his eyes, refusing to watch as his friends mourn. arthur, who bangs against the walls of the veil, who slams his shoulder into invisible barriers, who reaches for his sword that won't pierce through. "i have to go back," he says. it's like no one hears him, in this liminal space, where nothing is familiar and all he can see is a technicolour hellscape that is life without him.

arthur, who watches the years pass, and his friends grow old, and die, but never forget. who watches his kingdom grow and diminish, suffer and sing.

but then there's merlin, who only grows old when he wants to. there's merlin, who doesn't die, even when it's well past the time he should. and as the familiar faces of his loves fade away, he clings to that. and watches.

watches as merlin grows his magic, and learns, and reaches into the core of the universe to pull out more beauty than arthur has ever known. watches as merlin tells his story, over and over and over and over, and watches as the light never fades from his eyes when he tells it.

and there are parts arthur has trouble watching. those years where merlin pleads at the lake's edge. give him back to me. take me to him. make me forget. each iteration hurts in different ways, and arthur finds himself slamming his shoulder against the veil again, gasping for breath he doesn't need.

and worse yet, somehow. merlin falling in love, doomed from the start. merlin watching as everyone he believes in and seeks comfort in grows old and dies. he slowly stops telling the stories, and arthur screams his voice hoarse-- or imagine he does-- trying to get him to hear, i'm still here, i'm still here.

but centuries pass and he comes to learn that merlin never forgets him. faces fade and he changes towns, villages, cities, but he keeps waiting, hoping.

and arthur watches the world fall apart and stitch itself back together again, often at the behest of his sorcerer. and his magic grows more and more subtle, but it's still there, never leaving him.

arthur never leaves him, either.

somewhere in the liminal, he realizes what he's known all along, the steady thrum of love beneath his chest. and it drives him mad for a while, and there's the sword through the veil again.

but he's doomed to wait, and finally, finally, finally--

he's spitting up vile, murky water, his legs a newborn stag's, and he's looking up into the blue eyes he's been watching for so many aching centuries.

"well," merlin laughs. "took you long enough."

"you," he'll reply, whether his voice is ready or not, "have no idea."

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a web weaving request based on a recent conversation with my mom

"when he said that my words comforted him that felt more spiritual than any god"

"love as an act of faith", devotion + acts of service

Anne Carson

Alan Jackson

Caitlyn Siehl

June Jordan

Anne sexton

Beach house

Johnny Ruzzo

Beth Hart och Joe Bonamassa

Simone de Beauvoir

Mitski

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1. Miss World // 2. Jennifer’s Body (2009) // 3. Rock Star // 4. Obedience, or the Lying Tale // 5. Plump // 6. Jennifer’s Body + Doll Parts // 7. I Think That I Would Die // 8. Judith beheading Holofernes // 9. Asking For It // 10. Softer, Softest // 11. The Passenger // 12. She Walks On Me // 13. No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved // 14. Gutless // 15. Jennifer’s Body (2009) // 16. Violet

Rose Red, I Will Make You Tell The Truth