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“It is ten o'clock in the morning, on October the 24th, if you want to know.“ 

–Gandalf the Grey

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I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

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edit: currently lamenting the fact that i didn’t think of “all of the above” …

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this is your reminder that if you're going to be posting spiderverse gifs / clips you NEED to tag them as flashing, eyestrain, etc.

seizures can kill. the lives of your disabled friends and followers are more important than a movie.

also, do NOT tag them as epilepsy, seizure, photo-sensitivity, etc. people use these tags to find other people like them. by putting them in these tags you are endangering them.

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#FeministGeralt #ProudDaughter

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Layla Meets Jake

A/N: This fic is also posted on Archive of Our Own under the same name! This is a fanfiction. I do not own any of these characters. Comments always welcome (and greatly appreciated)!

CW: This fic references previous child abuse, but doesn't actually show anything. It also shows Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). I did a lot of research on DID for this fic, but I could have gotten things wrong. Sorry in advance.

Characters: Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Jake Lockley, Steven Grant (briefly)

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Marc and Layla checked into the hotel and lady at the front desk gave Marc the key. Layla knew they were a sight. They were both covered in sand, Layla even more than Marc. They had been digging most of the day and they were both sweaty and gross. She had stayed mostly clean from sand until she got in that fight. She was pushed in the sand before Marc showed up. The man who attacked her hadn’t even been interested in the dig. He wasn’t there for that. He just saw her and thought she was alone.

But currently, Layla was fighting to appear amicable for the clerk. She tried not to look at Marc because she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her eyes from narrowing and glaring at Marc. Marc and Layla always tried to appear to be getting along in public, but that didn’t mean they were actually getting along.

Marc put the hotel key in his pocket and picked up their luggage again. He insisted on carrying both of their bags.

“Am I just a liability to you?” Layla asked in a whisper once they were out of earshot from the clerk.

Marc didn’t look at her. He was focused on the dialog lights showing what floor the elevator was on. “We really doing this?”

“I grew up at dig sites. I can take care of myself.” Layla could feel the grit from the sand in her shoes and it was only making her mood worse. All she wanted was a shower. She felt like she still had blood on her from the splatter after Marc cut the man’s throat with one of his stupid crescent blades. It itched even though she knew she had wiped the blood off before they even came into the city. Blood splatters got the wrong kind of attention and the wrong kind of attention led to the wrong kind of questions from the wrong kind of people. Even though she knew it was gone, the itch wouldn’t be gone until she took an actual shower.

“Yeah. I know you can,” Marc said.

“I had that guy.” The elevator door opened, and they walked off together. “If you hadn’t gotten in the way, I could have knocked him out instead—” of you killing him. Layla stopped herself before she said the last part, but Marc knew what she was going to say anyway.

He opened the door to their room and set their bags down. “You don’t know what that guy was thinking.”

Layla crossed her arms, glaring at Marc’s back until he turned around. “I’ve got a pretty good idea. People like that man are why prisons are built. You didn’t have to kill him.”

“So what?” Marc threw up his hands. “You would have done the same thing.”

“No, I wouldn’t—”

“If he was going after another woman or a kid, you wouldn’t have killed him?” Marc knew she wouldn’t answer because they both knew the answer. Layla would have without hesitation. “We were there for the artifact. We were there on a job. But just because we were doing our day job of collecting artifacts doesn’t mean I get a day off from Khonshu. Khonshu wanted him dead and after Khonshu told me what that guy was planning to do, I agreed with him. Congrats, tonight you were a Traveler of the Night.”

Layla shook her head and scoffed. She ran her hand through her sweaty hair. Layla hated arguments like this. She wasn’t going to budge; she knew what killing people did to Marc and she hated him doing it. But she also knew Marc wasn’t going to change his mind. No matter how bothered he was, he believed he had done the justified thing and there was no convincing him otherwise.

“You need to learn when to stop,” Layla said, getting undressed so she could take her shower. She took her belt off and Marc froze.

Every muscle went rigid, and his eyes became unfocused. He blinked a few times, and his eyes softened a little.

“Marc?” Layla asked.

“Um, not right now,” Steven said. He looked around the room, confused. Marc had told Layla that it was hard for them to watch what was going on when the other was fronting and it seemed that Steven hadn’t been using the extra energy to listen in on their spat. “What happened? Marc just…left.”

Layla started to answer and took a step towards him—then Steven’s eyes hardened. Instantly, his postured changed to a more defensive stance. He cleared his throat.

Something about this change made the hairs on the back of Layla’s neck stand up.

“I wouldn’t come any closer, chica,” Not-Marc-or-Steven said. His voice was deeper than the other two and had an accent that sounded Hispanic. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Who are you?”

“Please answer the question. I’m being polite for Marc and Steven but everything in me is telling me not to.”

“I’m not sure, that’s what I was asking Steven. We were just talking.” This new guy didn’t say anything, just kept watching. “I wasn’t going to hurt him if that’s what you think. We disagreeing and then he just…switched with Steven and now you,” Layla said.

Layla and Not-Marc looked down at her hand that was still holding the belt. She dropped it and covered her mouth with her hand. “He didn’t… Did Marc— Did he think I was going to hit him?”

“Were you?”

The question was like a slap. Layla thought back to everything Marc and Steven had told her about their past. After the Harrow situation, Marc had decided to tell Layla everything. She knew about his past and why Steven developed but she didn’t know he was scared that she would hurt him until now.

Layla shook her head. “Never.”

“Hmm,” Not-Marc said. “I believe you.”

Layla was so focused on her own thoughts that she barely heard Not-Marc. She thought back to all of the arguments she had had with Marc over the years. He had always kept his distance from her, never getting within arm’s reach. She hadn’t thought much of it.

Peripherally, Layla saw Not-Marc walked over to the bed and sat on the end. “This sucks.”

Layla looked up at him. “What?”

“Cat’s out of the bag, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know I exist but now, now you know.”

“Why wasn’t I supposed to know? Why didn’t Marc tell me?”

“Because he doesn’t know.”

Layla blinked. Marc seemed to be so aware of Steven that Layla never considered others. “Who are you?”

“Jake,” he said, “Lockley.”

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the best tea drinks (& therefore best drinks of all, imo):

bird & blend peppermint cream - milky oolong, peppermint and cocoa shells. this is divine otherworldly delicious!!! very uplifting both hot & cold. the cocoa & milky profile of the oolong make it very cozy-tasting. alas it's caffeinated so i can't drink it after lunch bc of my insomnia

bird & blend moondrop dreams - rooibos, apple pieces, rosehip, lavender, fermented lemon peel, orange peel. to me this is 100% lemon and lavender but unlike a lot of lavender teas it doesn't taste like eating a sachet. if sleepy lotion by lush were a tea. so calming, i drink this after emotional moments to relax and i've classically conditioned myself to feel more stable after drinking it lol. best while hot.

yorkshire tea decaf + milk + a lil bit of sugar. hear me out this is my current obsession. brewing the tea real strong it goes so well with the milk...... and it's decaf so i could have it whenever i want. having to control myself or i'd be drinking this 24/7

black lotus tea familiar frumpkin - this is a yunnan black/rooibos/oolong blend with peppermint & almond and vanilla flavouring so it fits perfectly into my favourite tea flavours. it's been a while since i last had it but it's my stand-out fave from this company which has a lot of great blends all in all

companhia portugueza do chá violet macaron violette - a portuguese tea brand that has super high quality teas. this is my fav violet tea bc it features toasty almond notes!

more to be added in the future i hope but go give these a try if you can ! #teafluencer ☁️*:･ﾟ✧

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I know I’m asking a lot. But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Joe & Anthony Russo

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masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved

these are all creatures to me

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Bruce Springsteen, Springsteen on Broadway

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do you think i can cure my depression by making a bunch of these.

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it’s so fucked up when you see something you KNOW is a portal to somewhere but you can’t figure out how to activate it. this is the most frustrating feeling that plagues modern man.

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Ok so at this point I've had two people roll up to me in manual wheelchairs, well, one of them was somebody pushing somebody who was nonverbal at the time, but it still counts. They asked me why I had zip ties around my tires.

It's winter where I'm living and we have really bad snow. And the snow plow people are really bad at their jobs probably because there aren't snow plow people who clean sidewalks. As a solution I got to thinking about how I could increase the traction on my wheels. And the most redneck thing I could think of was taking a bunch of zip ties and tying them around my wheels. They last surprisingly long, and work surprisingly well. It's basically the same premise as chains for your tires during the winter.

I chose to space them out pretty evenly so there's about one for every spoke. You could probably do more or less depending on how many you want and how much traction you get but I wouldn't go more than three per spoke. I realize that it's a bit later in the winter, and I probably should have made a post about this sooner, but I came up with it about a week ago. So please share this, even if you're not disabled, because there are tons of people I know who are stuck in their houses because they can't get around in the snow. A pack of zip ties costs about $5, which compared to $200 knobby snow tires is a big save, and if you want to invest you could get colored zip ties.

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