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THE BESTIES 💙🩵🤍💛🧡

I love them so much!

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listen, sometimes it's more powerful for a fictional relationship to be a friendship precisely because friendship is devalued in comparison to romance. anyone can sacrifice themself for the love of their life. but for a friend? if anything, that kind of devotion can be even more moving than if the relationship is romantic. there's a real dramatic power to prioritising friendship in your narratives sometimes.

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Mindscape, based on this post I made weeks ago

The yellow light is Flapjack's life force 😭😭😭😭

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quick what is everyone doing right now

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my cat has not been enjoying the heatwave

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Summer is my least favorite time of year. Always has been for a variety of reasons. The days get longer and longer, the heat of the sun glaring down, its light unavoidable. The concrete radiates cruel warmth well into the evenings. Even outside my window, there is light and heat burning through, reminding me of everything I haven’t accomplished in the day. Time is shifted around to give us more time to “accomplish” things, to be productive, to be a valuable member of society, and I would rather leave the curtains drawn.

Today, the longest day, may be the cruelest of all. I am tired and it is still daylight. I am exhausted, and all around me people are celebrating, they are diving into pools, traveling, making good use of free time. I say I hate the sun, and they look at me like I’m crazy or stupid. And I understand. I know it is more common to experience worsened depression in the winter, on the short days. But sometimes, I feel like I have reverse seasonal depression. The hours and hours of daylight leave me gasping for breath. Watching the temperatures climb into triple digit fills me with dread. So, today, the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere), I am reminding myself:

The days will get shorter again. The sun will be less cruel. The moon will show her face again. There will be a chill in the air, a change in the leaves; there will be time to rest. A time when your clothes do not cling to your sweat, when the touch of a loved one is comforting instead of overstimulating, when you will have a break from looking at yourself in the harshest light. The burning white sun will be replaced by overcast skies, rainy mornings and painted sunsets. The glare will be exchanged for candlelight and campfires, for fairy lights and movie marathons. There will be quiet again. There will be gentleness again. You can make it there.

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When can we expect chapter 84 of finding palismen? :]

Monday aka tomorrow at midnight est!

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Stan and Ford watching Bluey (probably a Bandit focused episode because...father's day, lol)

Copy Cat

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You can fight AI in indie publishing by leaving reviews.

Seriously.

Ai-generated garbage is flooding the self-publishing market. It works as a numbers game- put out ENOUGH fake crap and eventually someone’s aunt will buy them the ebook as an unwanted gift, and you’ll have made two dollars. This tactic works at SCALE, which means real independent titles are now a needle amongst a haystack of slop.

If you have read a book this year that has less than 5 reviews, your rating is an algorithmic spotlight on that needle.

A one sentence review helps. Really. A star rating helps if you really can’t think of anything to say, but if you can muster up even “I laughed at the part about the tabby cat” you are doing indie authors a favor like you cannot believe.

(Also if you left a review on one of my books this year I am kissing you so softly on your forehead and I adore you)

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📢📢📢

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*in the middle of a breakdown* Omg wait. this is just like the character

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whenever someone points out the toh stickers on my water bottle i have to gauge whether or not i have to pretend to be a casual enjoyer of the owl house and not someone who has dedicated the last 6 months of their life to it

godddd i wish i had an irl as into the owl house as me i need to YAP i need to bounce ideas back and forth with someone i need to share their energy and see their body language and for someone to get as excited as me and share their thoughts and theories and headcanons and fxjxksowjdndbwjznsb

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Lots of traffic also means that tensions are high. The birds usually don't really fight but there is a lot of posturing. Some puff up in varying parts of the body, some yell and others just use their stare - but they are all impressive. And yes, Grosbeaks are spicy! 😁

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so. I was locating screencaps as I must, to keep @thememecoven supplied with good-quality memes, and along the way I realized that in one specific episode, a certain character had SUCH a good array of facial expressions, I had to create a compilation.

presenting the For The Future Matt Face collection:

shout-out to this complete loser and the MVP of For The Future, the man(tholomule), the myth and the legend himself. the boy who in the space of one episode revealed that he was capable of pulling off reasonably sophisticated illusion tricks and also using marker to give himself fake stubble, which he proceeded to smudge. capable of helping run a postapocalyptic teenage society, incapable of identifying that the girl he's been flirting with is a robot, and being entirely undeterred by this revelation.

character of all times, methinks.

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can’t stop thinking about how fucked up my tongue is now that i know it’s the source of so many of my issues

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ironically i’m pretty good at tongue twisters because i’m already overcompensating for my speech in everyday conversation

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being told by the dentist that i have “severe tongue tie” after 26 years with an obvious speech impediment that i was literally in speech therapy for and after seeing dentists and orthodontists my entire adolescence and after struggling to speak and be understood in every conversation every day of my life is wild like this has affected every aspect of my life and it could’ve and should’ve been fixed when i was a baby. all this it’s also likely had an impact on my posture, breathing, sleep. it’s probably part of the reason my teeth grew in so incorrectly that i needed to have 12 of them pulled and then had to have braces for 3 years. i have been infantilized and mocked and disregarded because of the way that i speak my entire life. i just accepted the fact that i’d never be able to speak without constant mental and physical effort and that effort isn’t even enough to be consistently understood. it made working customer service even more hellish than it had to be. it’s made me hate listening to myself talk because i can hear how hard i’m trying. and i just had to be used to it. i just had to deal with it and try harder and spell out my name so people could understand and practice talking with a pen in my mouth to overcompensate.

i have said so many times that i feel like my tongue is too big for my mouth and i had no idea that was both literally true and something that could be treated. it’s literally called “tongue tie” and i heard those words and suddenly 26 years of active struggle made a lot more sense. and i’m so angry. i’m so fucking mad because it didn’t have to be like this. like i can’t stop thinking about all the times i have stayed out of conversations, all the times i’ve had to repeat myself over and over, all the times people mocked the way i said my Rs and Ls. something so “small” has affected every area of my life and i thought it was MY fault for not working hard enough to grow out of it. and as glad as i want to be about the fact that i’ll be able to get it treated now, i am so so sad and angry for my past self who had no idea why they couldn’t talk like everyone else, why they couldn’t grow out of speech problems, why they couldn’t say their own name.

i think it’s part of why i’ve had to rely so heavily on the written word to communicate my thoughts and feelings. once i wrote a poem that ended with the words “this is the only way i know how to speak” and i meant it literally.

part of me wants to think this isn’t that big of a deal and that it wouldn’t have made that much of a difference in how i was treated (especially by my peers). but like. it is. it’s massive. it’s not everything, but it’s been part of everything. and i had just accepted that it always would be. it won’t be as easy to change it now than it would’ve been if it had been taken care of when i was a child. if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? i don’t know. i’ll never know.