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even in amol rand, ishamael and lanfear are not close to beating the worst ever polycule allegations. "elan." "lews therin." rand calling him handsome in his head. ishy being very not normal about rand and likening them to two ships moored at the same beach, beating against one another with each new tide. rand's offhanded "you've finally let mierin off her leash" followed by ishy's "she came to you?" demand spoken with jealous rage. lews therin despised mierin in the end, but rand had been fond of selene. "she no longer holds any power over me." "mierin hates you now, anyway." rand speaking softly to ishamael how he's still mad these days, just manages to hide that better. “you hate yourself... i can feel it in you, elan ... you’d rather not exist than continue to be you. you must know that he will not release you. not ever. not you." "he’ll let me kill you before this ends, lews therin." they might no longer have power over rand, but he still has power over them.

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"Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life."

I’m sorry but if there is one thing the Tumblr left needs crucially, it’s the ability to celebrate.

I remember when marriage equality was called and there were waves of rainbows and love wins posts. When we successfully defeated Donald Trump, there was lukewarm relief, a reminder that you were only allowed one or maybe two days to celebrate and then it was back to work. That is if you were even a good person for voting Biden. We never did settle if he was better than Trump. (We did.). We didn’t celebrate student loan debt relief or any of the accomplishments of the Biden administration, or any of the times Trump was blocked, or other countries succeeding in keeping fascists out of office. Who cares if we had successes? It’s not good enough. Back to work!

And this anti-celebratory attitude stretches back to the past. On the 100th anniversary of female suffrage in America, we were reminded that not all women had the vote and so we weren’t allowed to celebrate. The only post I saw about Juneteenth was reminding us that there were enslaved people who were killed instead of freed and therefore celebrating the end of chattel slavery was wrong, and besides, we have prison labor so nothing really changed or got better and there’s nothing to celebrate anyway. Trans Day of Visibility comes with Trans Day of Remembrance so that people don’t fill the tags with hate crimes and death. So on and so forth. Nothing gets better. Nothing changes. Back to work!

So of course when we have a major setback, we fall apart and have to start frantic damage control. Frantic discourse ensues over how much people are allowed to unplug before it becomes bad and selfish. Yes, maybe you can have this one day off Mr. Cratchit but you better be here and miserable early the next morning. Like abusive bosses always insisting you squeeze out more, more, more, and any achievement is just proof you were lazy the other times and impetus for more work.

If we are never allowed to acknowledge any of our victories, how are we supposed to survive our defeats?

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Also they fucking lied

No it gets better please don’t stop

i like how this sounds like you’re trying to convince me not to kill myself when in reality you’re telling me not to stop watching supernatural

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Every time I see some joke about Star Trek-style teleporter technology I'm like "I should write a story about the potential of this technology re: the whole 'killing and copying people' thing and the ramifications of being able to essentially print people" and then I remember I already wrote it. Every single time.

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Americans who don't think the poll went high enough what you got:

(pee/ lunch breaks included. Assuming this is a drive through the night situation)

There's a stereotype that USAmericans tolerate very long car rides.

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Humble suggestion, what they believe they are in is completely different.

Hayward believes he's in a supernatural detective thriller but actually he's bin a dark buddy comedy

types of story the silt verses characters are in:

carpenter - grimy cult classic slasher film where she's both the killer and the final girl

faulkner - shakespearean tragedy

paige - the odyssey if it happened to a future time magazine person of the year candidate on the fast track to ceo in marketing

hayward - surreal detective thriller with supernatural elements

shrue - mid-2000s british comedy show satirising the current sociopolitical climate written during the worst period of the screenwriter's life

VAL - cynically self-aware one person stage show a la fleabag meets david cronenberg

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It does and it's called con drop

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

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Helicopter tails

(via)

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Full Moon over the Temple of Poseidon l Lolos Marios

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currently maybe possibly single-handedly crashing whatever servers eton hosts its archived student newspapers on because me and a friend are getting obsessed with a single outspoken prefect from 1883

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From the somethingawful forums, the live thread when 9/11 happened

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A distinguished gentleman

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Adhd or being bullied by ghosts

ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked

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kill 'character did nothing wrong'. nurture 'character did everything wrong and i was whooping and cheering the whole time'

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“Why did you follow this person ? uwu”

I’ve been here for fourteen years, do you think I remember? I don’t know who any of these people are anymore. I don’t know why they’re on my dash. I allow them to stay because they haven’t pissed me off enough to unfollow them yet. “Why did you follow this person?” I’m not sure I ever did. They’re just part of my ecosystem now.

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Tamika Flynn coded

Disclaimer: my hatred of librarians is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy.

I’d brandish my paranormal book at them and they’d be compelled to approach. “That’s very cool,” they’d say, confident in their superior wit and brainpower from all the books they carry around at all times. They’d shower me with very interesting facts about the Fears and hover just out of range of the book’s influence, waiting for me to exhaust myself. “But as it affects only the reader who opens it, it’s very ineffective, you see, and isn’t well-suited for use as a weap—” and then I’d hit them with the metal pipe in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because librarians can only see books and magazines.