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the transition from people needing each other to wanting each other is literally one of my greatest weaknesses that shit makes me want to walk into the sea and sit on the ocean floor for a thousand years

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making a collection

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One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

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Next Chapter of The Trashy S-Rank Esper Accidentally Changes the Genre to Childcare

In which we go 10 days back to see how Seojin was doing before the moral dilemma of accidental child acquisition.

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Draw fan art for fics you like. Do it. Especially small fics

anygays, here’s yt another single gay dad

The child (who is basically a nuke). He hates.

his dad (who is also basically a bomb) also hates. Hateful family. Lovely family.

characters belong once more to @loosingmoreletters / @jasontoddiefor

from the fic The Trashy S-Rank Esper Accidentally Changes the Genre to Childcare

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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@lingerie_addict has a really cool thread on ancient fashion over on twitter.

Those source links are here

cambridge.org

Youtube

ucl.ac.uk

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The Trashy S-Rank Esper Accidentally Changes the Genre to Childcare

One moment, Kang Seojoon was walking him from his terrible corporate job, the next he found himself stuck in the body of Kang Seojin, the asshole Esper of a rather formulaic BL novel with too many men wanting to get their dicks wet. As an S-Rank Esper with the power to destroy entire cities at his fingertips and his reputation at rock bottom, nobody but the honorable protagonist had been willing to tell him no in fear of unleashing his anger.

So far, so bad.

“Leader, are—are you alright? You look a bit feverish…”

Kang Seojin, what’s your fucking damage – why was this asshole an Omega!?

TLDR: Local underpaid HR man forced to deal with whole new gender and superpowers would rather go back to unpaid overtime.

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Title: it deepens

Summary: Alexei's family flies over to London to attend an art exhibition showing one of his pieces.

It has much to say about the way he's learned about love.

AN: next installment in the this be the verse AU

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yesterday in economic botany we were learning about plant based oil compounds and stuff and my botany professor was talking about lynn seed oil, which in woodworking is rubbed on over furniture as a varnish. this oil has an exothermic chemical reaction with oxygen, meaning that the reaction creates heat. what often happens, apparently, is that woodworkers will finish rubbing on the oil with a rag and then will ball up the rag and throw it away, but because the reaction is taking place and the heat can’t escape (like it would on a piece of furniture where it can be cooled) it gets trapped in the rag, which gets hotter and hotter until it reaches the temperature where it bursts into flame. apparently many woodworking shops have been burned down by this. the proper way to dispose of rags with this oil is to hang them up on a clothesline, so again the reaction never gets enough heat to start a fire. im telling you this because im a writer and ive never heard of substance that will just…spontaneously combust conveniently like that so long as it’s in a confined space. my botany professor tried it in a trash can in his driveway and it did indeed burst into flame after 45 minutes, which is an exceptionally convenient time delay. im sorry im tying this so fast my laptop is on 2% battery and theres no outlet an

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this hit me like a truck

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they really did make the throat to be vulnerable and easily wounded. some people would call this a design flaw but not those who can appreciate and understand like i.

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ok so i think that my favourite fantasy subgenre is The Inherent Tragedy Of Being Born Into Royalty. which mostly means that i like to read about gay princes but with some nuance

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I didn't know how to say (I want you to love me)

Yuder wanted answers, hear what made the great Cavalry Commander decide to entrust the Cavalry to him when he didn’t even trust Yuder with his face when they were in bed. Yuder is executed. He returns to the Cavalry’s monster subjugation in the West.

Kishiyu, E-rated, written for Day 3 of Turning Fanweek - Truth Reveal

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have you slept

Yuder: When I was eight, I used to make my older brother check if my head was still attached. Kishiar: And was it? Yuder: Usually. Kishiar la Orr suffers horrible nightmares he can’t remember. His brother hires a medium.

Kishiyu, multimedia fic, written for Turning Fanweek Day 1 - Horror (Game).

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