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Hey I saw you from across the bar but my girlfriend didn't. Are you some manner of spirit

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discourse: Necromancy may be legal in Cyrodiil, but few will admit to practicing it now that the Mages Guild has banned it!

normal guy: I don't know you, and I don't care to know you.

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injecting my annoying hopless birds with potion of shut the fuck up

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Brown eyes are so iconic and beautiful

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Guy came up to me and yelled so loudly that it made me jump. All caps isn't enough I need wordart to describe how loud he was. This was not "I can't tell I'm being loud" this was "In another life I was the town crier" loud. Hear ye hear ye loud. He was friendly, but holy crap

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Shoutout to the flamboyant bartender who responded to my order of "gimme something fruity" with "I gotchu baby, from one fruit to another ;)" and served me a delicious blackberry/cherry/citrus cocktail

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Birthday gift for my dear friend who loves vampires♥ . The whole thing was made in three days, I had too much fun drawing it! I created the cover drawing in the car on the way to the birthday party. So I had no time to scan it :D Well, if you enjoy reading it let me know and I will try to post more (I am making comics for my friend regularly, I am just too ashamed to translate and upload these silly things online x_x ) _____________________________________ Patreon Commissions

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Um, hey... Sorry but I'm going to have to cancel that plan we made for a first date. The fictional character that I'm dating in my head is getting too jealous. Yeah, sorry :/

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I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN

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picture a guy abruptly seeing a friend he hasn’t seen in about a year & saying “pinch me, i must be dreaming!” followed by someone actually pinching him like a little joke & this causing him to wake up on a hellish magma-covered field of volcanic rock being constantly struck by meteorites

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Working in the yarn shop on Sundays, I have a group of regulars who come in specifically then for my advice on their knitting projects and over the years I've gotten to know a lot about them - their ailments and their spouses and their children and their careers and their mothers are all things they find themselves telling me about over the course of trying to bring forth a knitted piece. Most of them are women, most of them are over 50, and most of them have been through a lot and are trying to reclaim something for themselves through the act of creation. A while back, one of these older women opened up to me about how when she first came to this country it was just her and her daughter and they were so happy until her husband joined them, when he promptly began making her miserable. Now, decades later, all her children live far away, she spends all her time taking the husband to dialysis, her sciatic is bad and she may need heart surgery (who will take care of her, I find myself wondering), and she comes to see me once a month or so to talk about a new project and tells me it is the only thing she does for herself.

Today she came in with a smile on her face and delightedly introduced me to her son, who will soon move closer to home with his family. Then she says, as if commenting on the weather, that on Friday her husband died, and tomorrow they will hold the funeral. For a second I had tonal whiplash from the conversation and then I realized, oh, you're unburdened now. Like the relief in her face and her body were palpable. The son shows a picture of a cardigan to me and asks if it can be knitted, and we pick out yarn and a pattern. She's so excited to make it for him. She beams when she looks at him; he is tall and handsome and polite, and wants to wear something she made for him. She is proud of this man she raised.

It just made me think of the many, many women who come from cultures where leaving a crappy spouse isn't an option so they shuttle along doing their best and trying to find some beauty and joy in whatever way they can. Kids may not visit often because their spouse isn't welcoming or there is bad blood, so they are lonely. I remind her, we have our social group. She hasn't come to it much before because she is always taking him to dialysis, but now she says she will come often and meet the other women. Many of them are like her, but in the craft they find companionship that has been absent for so much of their lives. I hope there will be renewal for this dear lady and that she can learn more about herself and what brings her joy.

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hey girl i mean jude

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my bravest knighttt... come hither ..... mmmwah !! ok you are dismissed

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he’s tryna give out his wisdom