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“Just so you know; when this is over we’re talking about diets. 

Because you’ve had one too many bowls of kibble…”

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it's okay to be confused. it's okay to be questioning. it's okay to be unsure. it's okay to not know. it's okay to change your mind. it's okay to think something applies to you, and then find out it doesn't. it's okay to take time in learning yourself. it's not a race to the finish line- anyone who looks at you in a negative light because you needed time to figure yourself out doesn't matter. their feelings and thoughts don't matter. they're not you. they don't know what's going on inside your mind and heart.

take your time. learn yourself inside and out. enjoy the discovery process. allow yourself to feel joy even if you're not entirely sure you identify a certain way. allow yourself to feel pride even if you're still questioning, confused, or unsure. it's okay to not know yet. it's okay to be in the transitional state between unknowing and knowing. everything in life takes time- you don't have to rush yourself. anyone who tells you you "need" to figure it out right now because you're "wasting time" or contributing to something negative is projecting their feelings on to you, and they have nothing to do with you and how you truly feel.

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Hey don't cry, okay? We just found Attenborough’s long-beaked echidna, a species thought to be extinct for the past 60 years.

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lake wants to kill and gnash and gnash my bones I think

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All the sweetness. ❤️

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Sound up

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Grading book reports and I'm getting increasingly distracted. Each report takes me longer and longer. I'm running out of steam with only two book reports to go.

This is ridiculous. I've been grading for 3 hours already. And it's only 11 book reports. 🫣

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Happy Birthday, Simon Snow!

Chocolate cake | Cherry cheesecake filling | Cream cheese frosting | Gum paste sword

@rainbowrowell

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"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.

I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.

TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡

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Stiles & Derek

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Happy Teen Wolf Trending, I made teen wolf enamel pins…

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It seems like the older I get, the more irrationally angry casual censorship makes me. And it isn't just the "unalive" "grape" alleged filter-dodging vernacular, but the way normal words will be peppered with asterisks, or screenshots will have words like "gay" "hell" "fuck" etc either partially or entirely blurred. Who is this helping? What is the purpose of it, except to reinforce shame and elevate a flimsy perception of purity and safety, however those things manifest. It's so tiresome and I'm sick of it.

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guy trying to sell me a spear: Are you absolutely SURE you wouldn't touch that man with a ten foot pole? 🤔

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The snow in Beacon Hills didn’t fall often, but when it did, it came in sideways sheets, freezing wind slicing through jackets and chilling bones. Derek was never fond of winter, too many memories of cold nights, lost warmth, and grief that settled in his chest like frostbite.

But this winter was different.

This winter, Stiles was in his bed.

It started with a storm warning - wind howling like wolves in the distance and power lines already flickering. Stiles showed up on Derek’s doorstep with two duffel bags, three boxes of Pop Tarts, and a grin that said he’d invited himself over for the foreseeable future.

Derek had opened the door, blinking at him.

“You don’t even like the cold,” Derek said, stepping aside.

“Exactly,” Stiles replied, shrugging. “So I figured I'd spend it with someone warm. Someone with fuzzy blankets, a fireplace, and objectively the best arms in town.”

Derek couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped.

Over the next few days, the world outside turned white, glassy and frozen. But inside the loft? It was all sun soaked laughter, heat shared beneath too thin blankets, and kisses pressed lazily into the corners of smiles.

Stiles brought color to everything. He danced barefoot on cold concrete floors to a summer playlist that should’ve felt out of place, but didn’t. He made breakfast shirtless, sun bright even in December, hair sticking up and cheeks flushed from sleep.

He teased Derek into letting go - into kissing him up against the fridge, into slow mornings tangled in limbs and laughter. Into believing that maybe this storm didn’t have to be endured alone.

One night, curled up on the couch under a shared blanket, Derek watched Stiles snoring lightly against his shoulder. Outside, ice clung to the windows, the wind relentless.

But Derek didn’t feel the cold. Not really.

Because Stiles was warm hands on chilled skin. Stiles was teasing whispers in the dark. Stiles was oranges and sunlight and the kind of joy that defrosted everything inside Derek that had ever gone numb.

“In cold winter storms,” Derek whispered into Stiles’s hair, “you’re my summer vibes.”

Stiles stirred, half-asleep, and mumbled, “Damn right I am.”

Derek smiled, pulling him closer.

And for the first time in years, winter didn’t feel so cold.

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.