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when in doubt, use your sibling as a blunt object

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kintsugi

(no-kintsugi version under the cut)

so we hit 212 followers on monday (!!) and i was gonna get out something soon for that but then between when i went to bed monday night and this morning y'all rocked it up to 224 so uhh happy 224 instead i guess and thank y'all so much!! i'm glad y'all like my humble offerings lol

have another cody because i fear nobody is doing it like him

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Bobby told this captain I’d always have a job at the 118. You think that’s true, or was he just saying that? You’re thinking of coming back? Don’t worry, you’re not getting kicked out of the house. I may need your couch, though. But what about Christopher? At least when I was there, I could send him some money. And be a firefighter. Which is the only thing I know he’s proud of me for. Hey, come on, that’s not true.

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Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

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every time you see a headline like this

I want you to remember these ones

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I just found your writing and honestly loving it!! There’s a warmth and softness to your writing, can’t wait to read more of your stuff

pairing: jack wilder x wife!reader

summary: It had been nearly two years since you last saw Jack Wilder, and though you’d always known your relationship would be different, nothing could have prepared you for the distance that had grown between the two of you. After your whirlwind romance in high school, both of you had taken very different paths. You had been the high-achieving, college-bound student, one of the top students in your class. Harvard had been your dream, and now you were living it. Jack, on the other hand, had pursued the high-risk, high-reward world of the Horsemen—a life full of heists, danger, and magic. And though your worlds seemed completely different, you had both promised each other that the love you shared wouldn’t fade, even if the distance grew.

chapter warnings: use of y/n, other than that not any to my knowledge!!

A/N: lowkey i need to do my homework and guess who got more homework because she failed advanced math like half of the cohort... it's okay i got an A+ for english while everyone else barely passed... just channelling my ivy league dream here

It all started in high school, when you first crossed paths with Jack. You were the quiet, studious girl—always focused on your grades, determined to make your parents proud, and destined for the Ivy League. Jack, on the other hand, was the charismatic troublemaker, the one who always seemed to be in the middle of something exciting, whether it was pulling off a prank or slipping away from the clutches of authority.

It wasn’t love at first sight, not exactly. Jack wasn’t the type of guy to catch your eye with a single glance. But he did have a way of making everyone notice him—his confidence, his ability to charm his way out of anything, and his natural flair for magic. And somehow, you found yourself drawn to him.

You didn’t expect it to happen, but one day, Jack pulled you aside after class.

“You’re way too smart to be wasting your time with these guys,” he’d said, his grin mischievous but genuine. “Come hang with me for once.”

You were taken aback—no one had ever said something like that to you. But Jack’s wild energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself spending more time with him. You couldn’t explain it, but his reckless charm, his infectious laughter, and the way he could talk circles around anyone, all of it was something you couldn’t resist.

In the months that followed, you grew closer. Jack, for all his boldness, had a vulnerability that you saw through. And you, the overachieving student with her nose always buried in books, found something thrilling and liberating in his world—a world where you didn’t have to be perfect or measured. He made you see life differently, even though you knew you were on completely different paths.

By the time graduation came around, your connection was undeniable. Jack proposed to you on a whim, one late night as the two of you sat on the roof of your high school, gazing at the stars. You both had no idea what the future would hold, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I don’t care what we’re doing, as long as we’re doing it together,” Jack had said, his voice serious for once.

And you, without thinking, had answered, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

You’d gotten married right after high school, a spur-of-the-moment decision that surprised everyone—including your parents—but both of you knew that this was your path, your journey. It wasn’t conventional, but your love had always been anything but ordinary.

Now, two years later, you found yourself far away from that chaotic, passionate life you’d shared with Jack. You had thrown yourself into your studies at Harvard, where you excelled in everything you did. But you also missed Jack—his spontaneous energy, his excitement for life, his love that never felt like it could be contained.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but you kept in touch through sporadic texts and calls. Every time you’d hear from him, there was always that sense of both longing and excitement. You knew Jack’s world was dangerous, unpredictable, and that he couldn’t always be around, but somehow, you made it work.

Tonight, though, you hadn’t expected to see him. You were working at a high-profile gala, overseeing the exhibit as part of your internship, and everything was running smoothly—until you got that message.

You were backstage, adjusting the last few details of the event, when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

"Jack?" you whispered as you pulled the phone out, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your chest.

"Stay where you are," his voice crackled through, full of that same intensity. "Just trust me, okay? Don’t move."

"Jack, what’s going on?" you asked, concern edging your voice.

"I’ll explain later. Just stay put. I’ll find you."

Before you could respond, the call dropped.

You stared at the screen, unsure of what was happening. But you trusted him. You always had. So you waited, trying to push away the confusion gnawing at you.

Minutes later, you found yourself scanning the crowd of the gala. The chatter of the high-society guests blended into the background as you looked for any sign of Jack. That’s when you saw him—slipping through the crowd in a sharp black suit, looking effortlessly out of place among the fancy attire, but somehow, right at home.

Your breath hitched as his eyes locked onto yours. "(Y/N)," he said, his voice carrying through the room. Without thinking, you rushed toward him, the world around you blurring as you reached him.

Jack pulled you into his arms, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. It was as if the entire room disappeared.

"I missed you," Jack whispered, holding you tighter than you thought was possible.

"I missed you, too," you said, your heart racing. The distance between you had been hard, but in that moment, everything felt perfect.

But then, just as you were soaking in the moment, the Horsemen appeared—Merritt, Danny, and the rest of the crew, all wide-eyed and staring at the scene in front of them.

Merritt was the first to react, his expression faltering for a second before his eyes flicked between you and Jack. His gaze dropped to your hand, where the gleam of your wedding ring caught the light. He blinked in disbelief and looked up at Jack.

"Wait… Jack… this isn’t just your girlfriend, is it?"

Jack stiffened but didn’t try to hide your ring. "Yeah, Merritt. She’s my wife."

Merritt’s eyes widened. "Wife? What? Wife?"

You smiled lightly, squeezing Jack’s hand. “Yeah, his wife. Sorry, I guess we didn’t exactly have a big ‘announcement’ for you guys.”

The rest of the Horsemen exchanged confused glances. Danny, still processing, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, wait. You’re married? But you’re—what—twenty-one?”

Jack shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I guess I don’t fit the typical ‘lone wolf’ persona you all seem to think I have.”

Merritt blinked rapidly, as if he couldn’t quite compute the new information. “But… wait. How? You’ve been married the whole time, Jack? And you never… mentioned this?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Didn’t think it was important to share. But yeah, we’ve been making it work.”

Merritt let out a breath, still trying to make sense of it. “Okay, okay. But you’re married? To her?” He gestured at you, still looking you up and down with a new kind of surprise in his expression.

"Yeah. This is (Y/N)," Jack said, his voice finally softening. "My wife. She’s studying at Harvard. She’s... different from what you all might expect."

The crew exchanged skeptical looks. “Wait, Harvard?!” Danny blurted out. “How is this... her? She’s so smart and…”

“I know,” Jack said, grinning. “She keeps me on my toes. Someone’s gotta keep me in line, right?”

You chuckled and gave Jack a playful shove. “You make it sound like I’m the one doing all the work around here.”

The Horsemen’s jaws dropped as they exchanged glances. “So, you’re really married to him?” Merritt asked, still in shock, as if the entire thing had blown his mind.

Jack pulled you close again, holding you like no time had passed at all. “Yeah. We’ve been making it work. College, heists, whatever. We’re good.”

Merritt scratched his head, clearly still processing. "I guess I thought you were a lot more of a ‘free spirit’ type, Jack. But, damn... a married guy? This is… news."

“Guess that’s why I kept it under wraps,” Jack said with a grin.

You leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace washing over you. As the rest of the Horsemen processed the revelation, you felt more grounded than ever. In a world full of chaos, your love for Jack Wilder remained a steady anchor.

wc: 1.3k

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If u interact with my posts, just know I respond like this:

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SOMEONE. PLEASE. WRITE. THIS. AND. THEN. TAG. ME.

thinking about the hardeen arc in clone wars again and could you imagine if it happened after Maul came back. like just think of the absolute galaxy-ending shit fit he would throw upon finding out that some random sniper killed Kenobi and not him

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"Every time I'm at D23, I find a moment to talk to Pedro, and I just go like, 'Shit, I wish I was his best friend!'"

— DIEGO LUNA for Entertainment Tonight at D23, on wanting to hang out with Pedro Pascal (August 9, 2024)

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favorite 9-1-1 moment ↳ 12/? ✦ the buckleys in 4.04 - 9-1-1, what’s your grievance?

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You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

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When I was in the thick of my writing, it was so nice to see the mutuals and followers who would like/comment/sent me messages… honestly sort of miss that a bit even as I’ve started writing again

Dude it is SO FUN and EXCITING to see a reoccurring reader. If you've commented a handful of times on an author's work, I guarantee that they recognize you. You can't imagine how many times I've excitedly informed my friends "the person with the funny cat image commented!" "- anon is back!!!!" and the friends've recognized who I was talking about because I talk about my commenters so often LOL. We love you all!!!

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welcome back to my unnamed blaise zabini x f!reader series

don’t forget to catch up with the previous part here: part 4 & lmk if you ever want to be tagged for this series

appreciate any and all comments, my inbox is always open :) also just to warn you this one is a bit more angsty and involves hella miscommunication

enjoy

The words advertising Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad echoed through your mind as you sat in the classroom waiting for Blaise. He’s now, you check the time again, 15 minutes late and your worry is turning into annoyance. The sigh that escapes you fills the room’s silence just for a second, your eyes tempted to check the time a second time even though nothing has changed.

You’re tired. So tired. But Blaise had practically begged for the two of you to meet and you couldn’t say no. Especially with the way he eyed the bandage wrapped around your hand any chance he could get.

You finally couldn’t stop yourself as you check the time once more. It has now been 20 minutes that you’ve waited for Blaise to appear at the door. 20 minutes. It’s not past curfew just yet, but it’s close- too close- so with one more check of the time, you grab your things and head to the door.

If only you’d waited just a little bit longer, paused for just a second more at the end of the hallway, you would have heard the rush of his steps, his name calling out to you as he opened the door. As your head hits your pillow you can only think, God I’m tired.

•••

You realized that the scar on your hand was finally close to disappearing as you and Ginny focus on another one of Potter’s lessons.

“I’m happy it’s no longer showing,” Ginny grabs hold of your wrist as her fingers search for the bump of the words that used to be there.

You smile at her tenderness, “I am too,” you pause, “means he won’t ask anymore questions.”

Both of you check to make sure everyone else in the room is too busy practicing to care about your conversation, “How’s that going?”

You bite your lip as you contemplate her question before another voice- no two voices- join the conversation, “How’s what going?”

Nobody else is sure who the shriek comes from, but for sure you and Ginny are not gonna be able to continue your conversation. Ginny glares at her older brothers, “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

The twins look at you and then her, before backing up slowly when Ginny’s wand is pointed in their direction. “Alright, alright,” one starts, “We’ll leave you two alone.”

Harry has wrangled most of the room’s attention but something about the continued stares stops you all together. Ginny’s hand rests on your shoulder, “We can talk tonight.”

You shake your head out of your stupor, “Maybe,” you whisper, “I might finally be seeing him later.” There’s a pause, “I’ll write to you.”

Ginny nods as the lesson finally comes to an end. And yet, you force yourself to leave the room as nonchalantly as possible. Running means attention and you don’t want that at the moment. You’re late, you know you’re late, and for once you can’t come up with a viable excuse. You can only hope that Blaise will accept your apology.

“Darling,” you call out as you peak behind the door, grateful to see that Blaise is pacing the length of the room.

He continues back and forth, his hands tightly wound into fists, as his brain seems to run on full speed.

You walk further into the room, “Darling?” No response, “Darling?” His pacing continues, his steps becoming louder.

“Blaise?” He finally looks at you, “Blaise? What’s going on?”

His eyes are clouded with an emotion that you don’t recognize as he looks over your form. And yet, it reminds you so much of your first meeting at the start of the year, you don’t want to remember but it filters into your mind.

You take a step into the room, happy yet also sad when he doesn’t move from his spot. His feet now fully grounded into the floor below him.

“Blaise?” the whisper of his name curls around him as he tries to make the tension in his body not as obvious. He can’t help it when he looks down at the floor, painfully obvious in the way he ignores meeting your eyes.

You want to ask more, say more, but Blaise has not always responded well to prodding so you wait there, hoping he will finally look at you.

His words are sharp, “Who is it?”

Your head tilts slightly, “Who’s what?” You take a small step forward, “Blaise, I’m really confused about whatever is going on right now.”

“Who is it that you’re seeing?”

You want to laugh, you do, but Blaise is shaking, he is shaking in a way that you know is because he’s trying to control himself- his anger.

“I’m seeing you,” your voice wavers, “Why do you think otherwise?”

“No.” The trembling has stopped. “No. You weren’t here the other night-” “Well, you were late and I was really tired Blaise, we knew it wasn’t-” “You’re bloody seeing someone, I know it.” “No. I’m not.” “I don’t believe you.”

You’re chest to chest now, his eyes cold and staring not at you but past you. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is beating in your chest, and you definitely hear his.

You breathe in, then out. “I’m not cheating on you, and quite frankly I don’t know why you believe that.”

His voice has quieted down, at this point you almost have to read his lips to understand, “So, where is it that you go ‘cause it’s not here with me?”

“I do have other friends,” his head shakes and yet you continue on, “and where exactly do you get off accusing me of cheating?”

Your anger starts to build up, “Cause I’m not the only one who’s missed dates. Who’s shown up late. So, do you want me to ask you the same thing-”

“I was busy.”

“Oh, so you’re busy and I’m cheating. Good to know that’s how you view things.”

You’ve somehow already grabbed your bag, one hand on the door handle when he reaches out to you. Your wand sends a minor curse next to his feet. Any anger that you held has fully turned into something else- embarrassment or guilt or dread- you’re not sure which.

Your heart still pounds, “I’m sorry. I don’t- I’m sorry.” And then you’re gone.

Blaise stares down at the stain on the floor from your curse, and then at the door. He paces the length of the classroom once again.

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more "beautiful" words for your next poem

Afterwit - wisdom or perception that comes after it can be of use.

Antapology - a response to an apology.

Bovarism - a conception of oneself as other than one is to the extent that one's general behavior is conditioned or dominated by the conception.

Cogitabund - given to deep thought; having the appearance of being in deep meditation.

Dolorifuge - something that banishes or mitigates grief.

Doundrins - afternoon drinkings.

Epistemophilia - love of knowledge; specifically: excessive striving for or preoccupation with knowledge.

Estivate - to spend the summer usually at one place.

Eudaemonic - producing happiness.

Eye-servant - one that attends to duty only when watched.

Formication - an abnormal sensation resembling that made by insects creeping in or on the skin.

Hygeiolatry - worship of health; excessive devotion to hygiene.

Nidifugous - leaving the nest soon after hatching.

Obsibilate - to make a whistling noise, as trees stirred with winds.

Undusous - full of surges and waves.

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

beautiful words list pt. 1 / pt. 2

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i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?

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Thank you boo 💛💛💛 and I hope everything’s going good for you

Hey hey!! How’ve you been? I know I just sort of left tumblr a while back but I decided to try my hand at writing again and just like wanted to say hi :)

Oh my god hii, welcome back! I've been, nothing much special just have a lot of going on with my life! How are you doing? Anything new?

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