i hate trying to figure out how to treat my long hair cuz all the results are like this
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in my head after the events of camlann merlin returns to camelot and, still riddled with terrible guilt and grief, confesses to leon about everything that had happened and everything he had done, magic and all. and instead of outrage or betrayal or scorn or judgement (or even death, as he had briefly considered) leon shatters him with a deeply apologetic expression and a whispered “my friend… you must have been so afraid, and so tired.” and merlin collapses into heaving sobs against him and doesn’t get back up for a long time.
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I HAVE FIGURED IT OUT! the key to drawing matt murdock is 1950’s sewing patterns
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an incredibly rough comic. i think star fragments would taste like a scintillating phantasmagoria of light, a severe electric shock, a newfound gambling addiction, and a hint of the nastiest artificial grape flavour you’ve ever tasted. sonic is imbued with the power of slot machines now
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Most people find listening to the sound of falling rain relaxing.
Most people.
Not him.
He had spent too many nights huddled under awnings and tucked under bridges, unable to avoid the water that soaked him and what little he had to the skin.
Wet shoes and socks meant being barefoot, too numb with cold to notice he was stepping on broken beer bottles along the road. Wet clothes meant that he had only hours to find somewhere, anywhere to get warm or dry before he would get sick, really sick.
He wasn’t there, anymore.
He was safe.
He was home.
But that didn’t mean the sound of falling rain didn’t fill him with a bone deep sense of dread.
She didn’t understand exactly; she knew she’d been lucky enough to never associate the sound of rain with anything other than staying indoors. But she understood enough.
Warm blankets and dry socks found their way into his lap while the whistle of the kettle drowned out at least a little of the noise.
She’d close the curtains and put a movie on, loud enough that he could almost forget until the next crack of thunder would make him jump.
He didn’t hide under storefront umbrellas or overpasses anymore, but he did tuck himself further under her arm, as if out of habit, even now.
They both silently hoped that one day, the rain would be just rain. But until then, they’d wait out the storm together, in dry socks.
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Calling your lab partner silly nicknames just to annoy him is all fun and games until you refer to him as “hermit crab” in front of the Big Boss…
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Welcome to Eret’s Completely Legitimate Hardcore where no one has ever died ever and we hate creepers for no particular reason
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Christians of tumblr: does anyone have any tips for getting into a Bible reading habit? :0 I’ve been dreadful at regularly reading my Bible these past few years, and whenever I’ve tried to start a habit, nothing sticks.
So if anyone has any tips or ideas, I’d love to hear them :)
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so i’ve been thinking of the moment in TBONA where evangeline decides to take the mirth stone from the clock in the hollow, knowing it will change things. i really admire how she keeps doing the right thing (in her mind, at least) instead of the easy thing, like she doesn’t settle for anything but keeps going until the good things are real and come naturally and feel right.
and that’s not an easy thing to do. but she has a really really good point there. she keeps her heart soft and open but honest as well, which i’ve found requires a lot of strength.
just a little appreciation post for today 💗
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