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A heartfelt message to my congregation

I am heading off to a music festival now and shall return to the web in about a week.

If you never hear from me again, please know that I died doing what I love.

Money, success, fame, glamour etc...

Your humble blogger,

Hilly 💜

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In capitalist realist wigan it's easier to imagine the end of wigan than is to imagine gravy

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VISIBILIDADE INDÍGENA

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The all-seeing child messiah at the corner of Paul's room at 3a.m.

Mother I frew up

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Make me write game!

Thanx 4 the tag @swifty-fox

Rules: send me an emoji for a WIP and I will write 3+ lines for it.

(I am going to a music festival tomorrow morning and I have to pack but this could be a fun distraction on my breaks so hit me up)

🧂 Salt and Vinegar (the daddy one)

💀 Grievous Angel (Clegan 70s corpse heist AU)

🦋 Birthday Boy (Feydpaul 60s childhood/boarding school AU)

♻️ Planet B (Cherik ecoterrorists AU)

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I shall tag @girlswiththecurls @blixabargelds @london-cowboy @oopsiedaisiesbaby and @weimarweekly ! Have a go if you fancy it

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Energy I'm bringing to this summer - Robbie Williams at Glastonbury 1995

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Disco Bloodbath is amazing, it's like if Brandy Alexander was real

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Just as it always did when things went to shit, the ocean began its siren song. John dragged his feet along the pier, collapsing at the edge and dangling his legs over the water. The sun was setting and he couldn’t say where the time had gone but that didn’t matter. He told himself he didn’t care about anything, not if he had the wind in his hair and sea spray on his face. He might hate his town and people in it but he could never bring himself to hate the ocean, even after everything it had done. “On the edge, are we? Do I need to call 999?” It was a girl’s voice. She had an accent but it was so slight it was barely there, just a lilt, enough to make anything she said sound pretty. The sound of it was safe and familiar and, even through the haze of misery, it made John smile. “Nah. You know me, blue skies forever."

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Salt and Vinegar ch3 is up now on ao3 🧂

Cover art by the wonderful and talented @triggerlil

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if you're writing and find yourself thinking 'this is too weird/gross/offputting/esoteric/ambitious/catered to my specific interests + sure to push away a broader audience' that is the devil speaking and it is a lie. you are already firmly on the right path and you need to double down

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Just as it always did when things went to shit, the ocean began its siren song. John dragged his feet along the pier, collapsing at the edge and dangling his legs over the water. The sun was setting and he couldn’t say where the time had gone but that didn’t matter. He told himself he didn’t care about anything, not if he had the wind in his hair and sea spray on his face. He might hate his town and people in it but he could never bring himself to hate the ocean, even after everything it had done. “On the edge, are we? Do I need to call 999?” It was a girl’s voice. She had an accent but it was so slight it was barely there, just a lilt, enough to make anything she said sound pretty. The sound of it was safe and familiar and, even through the haze of misery, it made John smile. “Nah. You know me, blue skies forever."

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Salt and Vinegar ch3 is up now on ao3 🧂

Cover art by the wonderful and talented @triggerlil

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Boys are cutest when theyre

- Scared

- Suffering

- In misery or pain

- Conflicted about their values

- Guilty and tormented

- Delighting in the grotesque

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