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while i realize there are a lot of people that need money right now and many of them are in an infinitely more desperate position than i am, i'd still appreciate a share for my gofundme

i can return two of my dogs to the rescue they came from, but my oldest one has nowhere to go. he is reactive to strangers to a degree that most people are scared of, and every place i've even asked has confirmed that they'll put him down. he's only four and a half, i can't let that happen to him

look at him in his stupid bandana, he's adorable

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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

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“i wouldn’t do that” “i wouldn’t say that” “i wouldn’t wear that” “i wouldn’t kiss them” too bad you pedantic dorks, you’re not the one in control here.

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sorry to anyone who followed me for anything, ever. you are not getting that.

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something small and cute

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When he finds my personality cute

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🏐

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Something something being able to find things funny and even laugh, but not even being happy in that moment

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Help girl out would you please

I wanna learn more about amoy/xiamen culture and history (and even the surrounding area) in particular but I have no idea where to go in depth for research

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what i imagine when somebody says they're eating my art

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Forget about torturing your blorbos, putting them through the ringer. I'm putting my blorbo in perfectly ordinary, pleasant situations. Their tortured personality will cause them anguish anyway, making an absolutely mundane scene into the most dramatic, agony filled affair as though the world is ending and it's all their fault

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intertwined starlight (modern alkaid)

“Ta-dah!”

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You feel a little silly with your arms spread out while doing the good old jazz hands motion. Still, Alkaid doesn't miss a beat and applauds you enthusiastically.

You turn your gaze to the mirror, holding a reflection of both you and Alkaid. Little star and comet-shaped hair clips decorate Alkaid's hair, scattered about in an artistic chaos. You're in no better condition, with similarly themed hair clips in your own hair.

"We look silly, don't we?" you muse, laughing a little at how absurd the two of you look in the mirror.

"I think we look great," Alkaid replies sincerely with a bright smile. "These hairclips you made look amazing."

"Yours look great too, Alkaid. They're so detailed," you hum, reaching up to lightly touch one of the many hair clips in your hair. It shimmers and gleams under the warm, golden glow of the ceiling light above. "You really have an eye for detail."

"I like your designs more," he says, turning around slightly so he could look at you directly. "Your style of making things is my favourite."

"Happy to please!" you grin, leaning over to press a light kiss to the forehead of the seated Alkaid. "Oh, also! Hold on, stay there, let me just..."

A few steps across the room and a flick of a switch later, the room is quickly plunged into darkness. You hear your name being called out amidst the darkness, confusion clear in Alkaid’s voice.

“What…”

His question dies on his lips as his attention is caught by brightly shining lights in the mirror. Alkaid’s reflection is illuminated by countless stars of different colours, all coming together to form a little galaxy of his own. Giddily, you make your way over back to Alkaid, happy that the hair clips have worked as intended.

“I made the clips so that they would glow in the dark!”

Pausing, you remember a list you once sent Alkaid— one full of cheesy pickup lines.

“...Because you light up my world," you add.

Alkaid blinks owlishly at your reflection for a few moments before laughing softly. His eyes crinkle happily as he turns around to face you.

“May you come closer?” he asks.

“Of course,” you reply in a heartbeat.

As you lean towards him, curious, you watch as he unclips one of the many star-shaped hair clips from his hair. His fingers gently graze the side of your face as he pins the hair clip to your hair.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “My lovely little star. Though there’s nothing in this world that can compare to your brilliance, this will have to do for the time being.”

From the corner of your eyes, you catch sight of your reflection standing along with Alkaid’s. Two stars standing close to each other, basking in each other’s light.

You stare at him, flabbergasted, for a few moments before you laugh in defeat with warmed cheeks. “You sap,” you reply affectionately, leaning over to lightly bump your forehead against his. “It’s your birthday today, this is supposed to be about you, not me.”

“Is it?” he says with a hint of mischief. “What if I want to make it about you, though?”

His hand finds yours in the dark, fingers shyly brushing up against yours. With a grin, you securely intertwine your fingers with his.

“I’ll turn it around, then. I can talk about you all day.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks cheekily.

“You’re on,” you laugh, squeezing his hand lightly.

The two of you lapse into a momentary silence, taking the time to listen to each other’s steady breathing.

“Happy birthday, Alkaid,” you whisper. “I’m glad I met you on that mountain that day.”

Alkaid hums quietly, his hold on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “Me too,” he replies quietly.

It takes a few moments for him to break the silence that follows. Alkaid’s voice is almost fragile yet resolute as he says sincerely—

“Thank you for finding me, my lovely star.”

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first loves (modern alkaid)

"Oh, her? We broke up last year," your friend of several years casually says one time during a video call.

A beat of silence. You fail to hide the surprise in your voice when you ask the question— "Why?"

From your perspective, they'd been so, so irrevocably in love. Whenever your friend talked about her lover, she was always glowing with pride and joy.

A soft, wistful laugh. "We were too immature, I think. Y'know what they say; first loves never work out."

You're not sure why you suddenly remember this conversation.

“Is something on your mind?”

A gentle, melodic voice lilts and draws your attention away from the photo album in your hands. You’re not sure what drives you to say the next words you say— a hidden insecurity that you didn’t know about, perhaps.

“Do you think this’ll work out?”

Kind, pure green eyes reminding you of the plants in Alkaid’s home searches yours in faint confusion. He tilts his head slightly.

“You mean…” he trails off, carefully watching for your reaction. “...our relationship?”

Something about the way he questions you has you feeling a little silly. You start babbling, trying to explain yourself. “Well, you know what they say about first loves— they never work out, or something like that. Anyway, you looked really cute as a little kid—!”

In an effort to distract Alkaid from your question, you point to a picture in the album. It’s a younger Alkaid standing alone in what looks to be a kitchen, wearing the polite smile he usually does around strangers.

Then, a warmth covers your hand.

“They also say,” Alkaid murmurs softly, “That you never forget your first love.”

Breath catching in your throat, you look up to your lover— your first love. At some point, he had shifted a little closer to you on the small couch and his face was close enough that you could see all the little imperfections that made up Alkaid.

“Even if we do not stay together for the rest of our lives, I don’t think I could forget the memories and sights you’ve given me,” he says quietly. His gaze is intense and sincere and you feel like you’re almost drowning in Alkaid’s unfettered desire for you and your love.

Heart beating rapidly, you hum in response. Laying your head on his shoulder, his hair lightly tickles your cheeks. You close your eyes and listen to the sounds of his breathing alongside yours.

“Me too,” you say, finally. Your fingers link with his and you can feel all the little nicks and calluses that paint his hands. “I won’t ever forget this— you.”

And as the faint light of the setting sun trickles in through the windows, embracing the two of you in a warm hug, you find yourself thinking—

And I sincerely hope that this first love will be my last.

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Guys does it make sense like this analogy

If i say

"My parents are cheating on me with their version of me in their heads"

Basically they try to love me or show that they do but in their heart they actually love who they want me to be more than who I actually am

How am i supposed to trust that my partner isn't doing the same, my friends aren't, and even acquaintances who are fond of me?

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just found out that there is a sudanfunds website! like gazafunds, it is a compilation of funds for people facing genocide

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Hey. Minors following me. Internet safety is key!! NEVER include these in your bio/byf:

Medical diagnoses - this is nobody's business but yours. You don't owe anyone an explanation for why you are the way that you are

Trauma - same reason as above

Triggers - people can use these against you! Don't give people tools to hurt you. No one has to know what tags you block. Just block tags to stay safe!

Age - age is okay for adults to include but is iffy when you're a teen. Predators want this information, don't give people more than they need. Just state that you're a minor, that's all that anyone needs to know.

In general: stay safe. If you're not comfortable with every stranger out there having access to this information, you shouldn't post it on the internet.

Play devil's advocate and ask yourself about what would happen if someone searched for your information with intent to hurt you. You do NOT owe anyone an explanation!