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I can do that…

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What a sweet baby. 😍 Look at her little, perfect face. 😍 😍 😍 😍

Sometimes I forget that rats are not like. A common and widely accepted type of pet

In my brain pet rats are just as common as idk a pet hamster

And then I’ll tell ppl I have rats and they’ll be like “sorry you have what”

I have made it my personal mission to convert every non rat person into a rat person. No one has met my rats and not liked them. Everyone should pet a rat at least once in their life. (Unless they have a genuine fear/phobia ofc. I’m talking about ppl who just think they’re gross)

Look at how perfect she is

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reblog this post to remind the person you reblogged it from that they're valued and loved and seen

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I think I've worked out (part of the reason) why there's been such a huge uptick in folks who don't reblog things on here.

This post has like 14k notes right now, and the tags and comments and reblogs are FULL of people who didn't know about fast-reblog, and -- you guys have been slow-reblogging this whole time!?!??!?!?

In the interests of a) making your lives easier, and b) encouraging you to reblog posts, which is what keeps this site alive, here's how you fast-reblog:

On mobile: press and hold the reblog button. Your blog icon will appear. If you have sideblogs, all of the different icons will appear. Drag to whichever blog you want to reblog to, and release. Job done.

On desktop: hold down the E key and click reblog. Job done.

You're welcome. Now get reblogging.

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I just discovered a band I'd never heard of by finding two of their albums in a mysterious plastic bag in an abandoned school building. Finally, I'm at the start of a fantasy novel

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Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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SHAKARIAN IS DESTROYING MY HEART

Damn the last goodbye scene. It’s DESTROYS ME. Garrus being unable to admit out loud that he loves Shep because if he says it then it’s real and if it’s REAL HE WILL LOSE HER. Then he watches as she runs into the reaper beam and to his knowledge, she dies. Right as he says he loves her, he loses her. Just like he knew would happen. The worst part is SHEPARD KNOWS THIS AND SHE KNOWS THAT HE THINKS SHE IS ABOUT TO DIE!!! In that moment, she wishes she could be selfish for once and stay to save him from the pain of losing her again. But she can’t.

anyways im gonna go bang my head against the wall for a few hours until I forget all of this

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if it makes you happy

then it’s not a waste of time

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😂 😂 😂

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I wish tumblr had stories so I could just put this TikTok on it 24/7

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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just made the best non-looping gif i think

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ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ <3

it's okay to stray from your story. go write that short fic you can't take your mind off of! give you—and your characters—a break.

you! won't! always! make! your! word! count! -- you don't need to keep stretching sentences because the scene you finally got right is a hundred words too short. sometimes it's better that way.

the "rules" and "tips" are just ~guidelines~ (especially for people who like to swear by them) -- writing has no laws. especially first drafts. scrap the grammar, scrap the emotional tips, write it because it feels right, not because someone else says so.

every writer procrastinates. it's not easy being a writer.

take time off for yourself. the only thing harder than writing a story is to keep pushing it when you need a break the most. come back to it later. I promise there will be no dumpster fires when you're gone.

all writing is "real" writing. I don't think there's an explanation here?? fiction writers are writers. nonfiction writers are writers. fanfic writers are writers. (like how all reading is real reading!! in every format, too!)

it doesn't need to be perfect. honestly, it might never be. but it can be really close to it. if you're not satisfied with it, move on and come back when you're ready.

you are just as skilled as any bestselling author. remember that everything you read has been heavily edited by teams of people! their first draft could not even be as good as yours is now.

not using clichés is cliché. you will find one in any story. no one can bring you down for liking a certain trope. just because it's common doesn't mean it's bad!

no writer is fully well-rounded. dialogue will be easier to write for some, and description for others.

and, finally, no one knows what they're doing. trust me. we're all stumbling around blind here.

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LEGO - Rubber Duck 

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Stop letting your heart and your pussy choose your men.

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I had a really weird dream earlier. It's one of those dreams that you can't stop thinking about and you simultaneously want/don't want to have again because there were nightmarish moments, yet at the same time you're curious to know what else could happen. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

In this dream, I was living on some sort of space station directly above Earth or at least in the orbit of the planet and you could see the entirety of it. It, the station, was massive. It was a full blown space station with multiple housing districts, a city district, a garden district, et cetera. However, to get from one side to the other you only had two options. One of them was a long, out of the way, but safe option and the other was a very dangerous, extremely precarious, "choose at your own peril" type of way. It's a dream, so I can't begin to explain why those were the only options.

I normally used the long way, but for whatever reason I decided to take the shortcut. I can't remember what the process was behind it, but that's what I decided to do. It's hard to explain but the shortcut looked like a catwalk with scaffolding around a giant, glass window looking down on the planet. Except that there was a hole that you could fall through with one wrong step and be sucked down to the planet. Obviously that would never be a thing because if there was a hole then you'd need to have a space suit due to the fact that space is a vacuum.

I managed to cross it with no issues, was so excited that I made it and it was pretty easy considering, so I decided to do it again. I did it once, right? What's the big deal? I started carefully following the scaffolding, I'm holding onto the rails, I'm being cautious and suddenly the metal I'm standing on starts creaking. I start to panic and try to go faster, but that makes it worse. The scaffolding falls away, shatters the glass, and I'm hanging there. People are trying to help me, but every time they do more of the walkway becomes unsteady.

I'm screaming, I'm crying, and I'm absolutely terrified. I'm dangling, in space, right above the planet. (Again, the science isn't present in the dream or else I'd be dead.) Someone tosses me a rope and when I try to grab it, I miss. I lose my grip on the railing and fall towards the planet. At this point I know that death is imminent and all my terrified screaming won't help me so I just accept it.

Yet I keep falling, and falling, and falling. It's an endless loop. I never burn up, I never hit the atmosphere, and I keep falling over and over again. Someone is crying out that I need to grab the sheet rope. I miss it the first time, but manage to grab it the second time. They pull me up and everything is different.

They're asking me my name, who is the current president, what year is it, et cetera. I'm bombarded with questions and I'm so out of it I can't even think. I tried to answer their questions and they're telling me that that president hadn't been in office for over 500 years. I had become a myth, I was the "Falling Woman".

The last thing I remember about this dream is when they were accosting me, they were moving me through the now fixed shortcut and I had a PTSD moment where I freaked out and couldn't even move because I was terrified that the walkway was going to fall again. I just remember shaking uncontrollably, hugging the rails for support and saying, "I can't move. If I move, I'm going to fall again."

And then my alarm went off. I've had some really bizarre, off the wall dreams, but this one was just different. As terrified as I was in the dream, I kind of want to have it again and see if things change.