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[giannascorner]

preparing for this to flop…

[pumpkabitch]

Would people be interested in reading a Merthur fic where after Arthur dies he wakes up on the day he first met Merlin and remembered everything?

[marzipanandminutiae]

wait so

Toronto dates back to 1834

and you all just tore down all the old buildings and replaced them with skyscrapers??? your requisite "great fire" was in 1904 so that doesn't excuse it because it's still within the Pretty Architecture Era?

as a Bostonian, I have to offer serious condolences and thank the Preservation Gods that we only did two big Mass Teardown Projects(TM) in the mid-20th century

[muffinrag]

am i gonna buy a bike. should i buy a bike

[ivytwines]

Anybody else on the “booo the Norte dame restoration made it too bright and not gothic enough” side of things rn… this might be the stupidest take of the week

[waugh-bao]

France: Week 2 (Aix en Provence)

[coolcoelacanth]

bruh the renting situation is so fucking abysmal rn omg. literally impossible to find anywhere less than $1200/mth, then all these places charging like $1.5-2k look like literal dogshit. it's literally so fucking ridiculous. i guess i'll be stuck in my studio apartment for at least another year because it is quite literally the only thing i can afford. I got it locked in at $900/mth from when I first moved in two years ago but it's go cockroaches, carpet from 2008, paper thin walls, and it's literally 300 sq foot studio apartment. bruh i literally hate being alive in this timeline (jk literally every other timeline in humanity is bad unless you're a rich motherfucker)

[apoloniaspiegelgold]

Things academics say at the end of the semester

In honour of the student who came by my office saying how lucky people working in academia are to just come to work whenever and that he's jealous of us living such a relaxed life <3

"I've got two weeks off now, but you'll still see me in the office. I'll be around. I'll probably see you tomorrow."

"Finally it's the weekend! Have you got anything planned?" - "Well, it's the weekend, not a day off, you know? I'll be writing that paper."

"I'm thinking about moving closer to university just so I can spend less time commuting and more time working. It would we so great not to have to drive for half an hour when I leave the office at 10pm. I could even go home for some dinner and then go back to the office! Can you imagine the luxury?"

"I'm in a wellness hotel with a friend right now over the weekend. Feels so good to work on my dissertation in the hotel lobby after a little trip to the sauna."

"I'm taking that terrible student's term paper home with me to read it during my vacation. Probably a good idea to only expose myself to the rage I will undoubtedly feel in smaller doses."

"I'm so glad the semester is over and I don't have to teach anymore. Now I can finally work on something that I actually get paid for!"

"I'm currently at an average of 10 hours of overtime per week, but if I take a week off now, I won't be able to finish my PhD by next year! I don't have time for a break! Maybe I'll ask for two long weekends or something. That has to be enough."

"I don't like having days off. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I keep trying to remember what I used to do for fun before the PhD, but I honestly don't know anymore. Some weekends, I have to actively stop myself from driving to the office just because I'm so freaking bored."

[stellardeer]

i have to come to terms with the fact that I am actually well off for someone in this country now, like.. idk it's weird

i'm still living the exact same lifestyle that i was before, so for the most part it feels almost like nothing has changed, like maybe im spending a little bit more money on food and buying the "good" toilet paper, but all that does is allow me to actually have savings in my bank account

i still stand with the working class and impoverished people of this country, and I am very much still in the boat of "one [very] bad day from homelessness" so i am not taking this for granted whatsoever

i've just been watching some of those youtube channels where they interview random people all over the country and just like.. kinda show what their life is like and it's definitely putting mine in perspective

very very grateful for the opportunities i have had and very proud of myself for forcing myself to stay in college (even tho it took almost 10 years to finish and left me with a mountain of debt) and just like.. idk, i feel like i could be doing more to help people out, i can't wait til im out of debt ;o;

[mephestopheles]

It's not a new written language, but this is what Obsidian looks like right now

[evandore]

cant believe i havent considered the roommate option for an apartment . that would make my life considerably better bc then i could actually afford an apartment on the salary i have or had . i would find a better paying job lol

[moonlayl]

They'll tell you "the ceasefire broke" but the truth is that Israel hasn't respected the ceasefire for even one day. Over a hundred Palestinians have been murdered since the ceasefire came into effect. Israel broke the ceasefire agreement over 900 times.

Today, however, Israel decided to commit entire massacres. Targeting schools and mosques and buildings, murdering hundreds and injuring hundreds more.

We're seeing bodies upon bodies of massacred children.

They chose to kill and maim during the holy month of Ramadan. Every year they escalate their attacks, and yet their barbarity still knows no bounds.

This terrorist entity needs to be put to an end, along with everyone who supports it or stays silent.

[loveofmylouis]

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[halfacupofmilk]

onna is calling me right now to warn me against eating raw beef out of the blue

[ervotica]

27. kisses for cover at a party with poly!rosekiller. reader goes to evan to get a guy off you, he makes out with you, barty sees and is like "yay i wanna join" and then just devours you

ahhh i love them! poly!rosekiller x fem!reader, college!au ✩ 900 words

You slip beneath the handsome guy at the pub with practiced ease, dipping under his outstretched arm in an attempt to shake your unwelcome admirer of the evening.

To his credit, he doesn't flinch but rather curls his arm round the nape of your neck, tucking you into his shoulder in one fluid movement until you're mostly obscured. He dips his head low enough to murmur in your ear; his voice is like smooth, dark honey.

"Who you hiding from, lovely?"

"This bloke's been following me round all night," you admit, voice high and breathy. "He's still looking, I think. Will you- will you pretend to know me until he goes away?"

He grins and the sight almost blinds you; crinkled eyes and a soft smattering of freckles across his high cheekbones. Miles and miles of brown skin and a curly blonde mop that sits high on his head.

He really is lovely.

And if you'd met him under different circumstances, you'd be nervous for an entirely different reason.

"Consider it done, okay? No need to fret."

He tips his head lower until his nose brushes yours. You hold your breath in anticipation.

"Let's give the prick a show, yeah?"

Your insides flush white-hot as you wait for his lips to make contact. It's a languid sort of kiss, building in intensity as your mystery man flattens his tongue against your bottom lip. He palms at your neck, angling your face upward until you have no choice but to part your lips and let him lick into your mouth, soft and slow and deep.

You push up on your toes - encouraging him closer - and you feel the corners of his mouth tip up even as he indulges your wordless request.

The kiss ebbs and he pulls back. You bite your lip and try to pretend that he didn't just give you the best kiss of your life.

"I'm sorry," you say, cadence twinged with embarrassment. "I don't even know your name."

He smooths the pad of his thumb over your pencil lined eye and smiles, unperturbed. His expression is softer this time, something akin to fondness lingering in his eyes.

"Evan," he murmurs. "And you?"

"Y/N."

A weight settles at your back and you go rigid, pushing back into Evan's space with a startled gasp.

"It's okay, lovely girl," he placates with ease, as though he's known you for much longer than a few minutes. "This is Barty."

This boy is taller – sharper round the edges than Evan, but no less beautiful. His face is shrouded by thick, dark hair that contrasts so heavily with his pale skin it almost looks unnatural.

"Hi, pretty," he coos. "Oh, she is gorgeous, Ev. The gorgeous ones always love you."

"Hi," you almost whisper. You're suddenly even shyer under Barty's fervent gaze, red-hot at his rapt attention.

He folds at the waist and twirls one of your loose curls between his fingers. From here you can smell his breath, mint and vodka and something sweeter that lingers on the tip of his tongue.

He steps closer, right into your space until you're sandwiched snugly between the two of them.

"Do I get a kiss?" he asks, borderline pleading. Intense, for a man you've just met.

Your throat works around a thick swallow and you look down at your feet, suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

"Um..."

"Don't be jealous, babe," Evan placates, a lithe hand massaging teeny circles into your shoulder.

"I find a pretty little thing snogging my boyfriend and I'm supposed to not be jealous?"

You balk. Your eyes gloss over, and wet and wide and painfully apologetic.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'm really sorry."

"Shh." Evan loops an arm round your waist and tugs you neatly into his side. "He's teasing. He just wants a kiss, too, if you're willing to give it."

You can't deny that Barty is beautiful – all long, milky limbs and dark features. You nod tentatively.

"Okay."

Evan plants his chin in the juncture of your neck as Barty leans in, long fingers roaming the expanse of your waist with a fervour you've never felt before. Your stomach flips.

Barty's kiss is far more fervid. All tongues and clashing teeth as he angles his head to get more of your mouth on his– as though he wants to eat you whole.

You whine into his mouth when his hand settles on the dip of your spine and presses down, forcing you to arch up into him. There's not a part of you that isn't being touched in some way.

Especially not when Evan trails his lips along your pulse point and begins diligently sucking a bruise under your jaw.

Barty gets you by the nape of your neck and probes his tongue further into your mouth. He's persistent, flicking his tongue behind your front teeth until you gasp and open your mouth wider to grant him more access.

"There's a good girl," Evan says, voice rumbling against your back.

The trail of spit that stretches and bows between the two of you when Barty pulls back to get a good look at you has you feeling faint.

"Can we keep her, Ev?" Barty nuzzles his nose against the soft swell of your cheek.

"What do you say, angel? Can we keep you?"

You're too dazed to answer with more than a nod, curling your own arms around Barty's waist to keep him pressed against you.