i am a silly person and i have no idea what i'm doing half the time (she/they) i like birds and stars and lavender
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loooove taking pictures of my eyes so this is an amazing tag game to be tagged in. my eyes are naturally bluish green so the color depends on the lighting
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new tag game ! (i beg this doesn’t just like die here)
tag moots and add a picture of your eye ! (or say the color)
please join even if you aren’t moots with me ! it’s fun :)
(yeah i did make this for the point of asking WHAT COLOR ARE MY EYES)
@not-a-gay-fangodess @starrymoons26 @radiohead1scool @wrenswreath @glueandmorphemes @rainyyymoon @pip-on-the-moon @matildas-comet @h0e-zi3r @littlejumpingjoan @hyacinthstars @katnissinanotheruniverse @florence-not-italy @solarissuns @basically-a-vampire +anyone who wants to join !! -plz feel free to join
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@fairyycoffin
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academic rivals! dorlene but they're complete opposite students.
dorcas studies every day for minimum 6 hours and has perfected her study tactics. she obsessively takes notes in class, to the point where sometimes she's just copying down what the prof is saying verbatim. she had a breakdown the one time she got an 89 on a test. everyone is scared to talk to her during finals week. she makes other people cry during group projects.
but marlene? marlene doesn't try at all. she does her homework thirty minutes before class and gets great marks on it. she's never paying attention in class, but she always argues her way into the right answer when she's called on. she's shocked every time by a good test score. she has phenomenal grades but does not know why or how.
this infuriates dorcas to no end. she is sooooo upset that marlene can just skate by on brains alone, but marlene gets soooo upset that dorcas is such a try-hard.
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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
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Marauders in Taskmaster
Sirius would be the one who comes up with those annoying but impressive and working loopholes. He would genuinely have the time of his life out there, coming up with creative shit to win. Sometimes he’s not as careful as he should be which makes him fail the task. He also has really good and funny banter with the taskmaster. (think Rhod Gilbert in s7) Like a real menace.
Remus would probably get stressed on some tasks and crash out at least a few times when his idea doesn’t work. He reads the rules carefully and takes his time if possible. It pays off when he’s the only one who did the task correctly. He talks the camera through his thought processes during the tasks, making sarcastic jokes about how much he ”loves doing these fucking tasks”. (a bit like James Acaster)
James is pretty good at the tasks but has his dramatic moments. He executed the task with confidence only realizing in the studio that he missed a rule that gets him disqualified. He tries something daring and epic that fails in the last minute and he dramatically falls down onto his knees banging the ground. He also loves and uses the assistant guy for a lot of the tasks. He’s the one who calls up another celebrity to show up and help during the season.
Peter would drive on The Prize task, always bringing in something crazy and putting in too much effort. it pays off tho. He would also be the one with the odd outfit that stands out. On some tasks he just stands there for a long time, complaining about it cause it seems impossible, until he figures out a loophole and he’s like “ahh you thought you could trick me!” and makes a big deal about how smart he is. Later in the studio after his long video clip, they show another one where one of the boys figures out the loophole immediately and executes the task in 10 seconds.
#combining my two favorite british creations?#you shouldn't have#seriously tho can see this all happening#they would be so hilarious together oml#also i can see that perhaps series 7 is your favorite series...#it's mine too tho so honestly real#taskmaster#taskmaster series 7#james potter#sirius black#peter pettigrew#remus lupin#the marauders
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How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer
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‘just this little space in between’
the before trilogy x tv girl but it’s drarry
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Draco has an oral fixation. Full art: Bluesky / AO3

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how i love fem drarry stawp they are so cute im gonna die :((((
i drew this while listening to “not a lot, just forever” by adrianne lenker on loop, so you can assume i cried a little
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Add realism to your fantasy stories by having characters from different backgrounds struggle to pronounce each others' names.
"My name is [low guttural sound] but I don't want to hear you butcher it. So you may call me She Who Arises With The Cold Mountain Sun."
"...Is that what your name really means? All that in just one word?"
"Yes. If you stress the wrong syllable it comes out as 'She Who Coldly Wakes Up The Mountain Sun', or 'The Cold Woman Who Wakes The Mountain Sun', and you will not call me that."
"Oh, huh. Could we just call you Mountain Sun, for short?"
"Hmh. It's boastful, almost bordering on blasphemy, but it is flattering. I accept it."
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@deeperbluethanstarlight @fairyycoffin
appreciate me.

you're the only one who understands me mr strobbery
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@important-cat-pics
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Congratulations to Brooke from Let's Not Date for winning Father's Day.
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