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ae-cha08 · 3 months
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lauteli · 3 months
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aphblr. Do we vibe with reworking mcd characters without having a rewrite?? I feel like most of that kind of stuff on here is for rewrites and i like...dont have that...and idk if its like weird 😭😭
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maryo274 · 1 year
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Yeah... this became a regular thing. It was hard for his old man's heart to get used to the stresses of watching over a child. 😅
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Driving (it's a rental, it's so fancy) my daughter (most valuable thing in the world) to nursery (other side of the busy dual carriageway)
The car (too fancy, new controls) stalls (fuck) while crossing the dual carriageway (fuck), my daughter (my world) is stalled (innocent, helpless) across a dual carriageway (cars far away, don't panic) the car (it's a rental, new controls) won't restart, (fuuck) (cars coming, don't panic) we're gliding, (don't panic, cars coming) the car restarts (!! Get moving, cars coming, don't panic, don't stall) and we cross slowly (cars coming) but safely (my daughter (my world) safe)
My daughter (only 2, so young, so innocent) sings (so sweetly) to me (who panicked aloud) 🎼🎶 fuck 🎵 fuck 🎶 fuuck 🎵
I say "that's right! (so chipper) we were 🎼🎶 stuck 🎵 stuck 🎶 stuuck 🎵, (genius, quick thinking) but now we're not!" (please buy this) (so young, so impressionable) (will sing this song at nursery) (we have arrived at nursery)
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littlekinng · 4 months
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okay i can’t find any gifs of this scene but i’m three beers deep and i need to speak my truth
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i CHOOSE to believe that Loki’s distress here was genuine. that his last ditch effort to convince Odin to listen to reason and refrain from banishing Thor was his one last, desperate grasp at a sense of normalcy after the revelation he was just faced with on Jotunheim. that he believed that maybe - just maybe, and in spite of the betrayal he’d already committed - Thor was the only one he could come to with this new truth. the only one who would listen.
the only one he could stand to trust with the knowledge.
nevertheless, Odin continues with his plan, and Loki is left alone. without an outlet, or anyone he could even hope to call a true companion.
and he confronts Odin. and he spirals. and spirals. until the potential trust he might have had in Thor is all but a memory.
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honeycombhank · 7 months
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I am lucky to have wishing star here to keep me company tonight.
She is such a goofball! I love her sweet little eyes and her spunky personality
2/29/24
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transcendencepheonix · 3 months
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I pride myself on being strong
But I'm honestly starting to lose it. If it wasn't the break up that was going to destroy me, maybe everyone at my job talking behind my back and then me quitting said job and getting another one, only to have someone send me pity ass messages about how I'm the problem to me, probably will.
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lunarcat982 · 4 months
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Ugh I need tumblr so bad rn 🥲
Real life has been dysphoric and stressfullll 🫠🫠
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peregrintook · 2 years
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Finrod Felagund
“Now men awoke and listened to Felagund as he harped and sang, and each thought that he was in some fair dream, until he saw that his fellows were awake also beside him; but they did not speak or stir while Felagund still played, because of the beauty of the music and the wonder of the song.”
(Tumblr eats quality please click for full res <3)
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imagoddamnonionmason · 2 months
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I really wish that my body was able to output energy is small amounts to multiple things at once rather than my brain only really being able to properly commit energy to one thing.
Like, I want to write and draw alongside my current training work hours, but my brain says “no. Only work.”
I have a good few hours where I could write or draw but my brain is in waiting mode. It knows I have the 4pm commitment and so to do anything before might jeopardise me turning up on time (which isn’t the case because I have a million alarms on lmao).
Do we see the problem?
And people think ADHD is just having too much energy.
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insanegirlbloging · 7 months
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why is life so stressful
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audreyrose7 · 3 months
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Currently crying for our country.
Crying for elections.
Crying for palestine.
Crying for the state of this entire world.
Crying because of how little I can help.
Crying because it's all I know how to do.
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candlekiss · 2 days
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it's been so long since I posted omg,,,
Anyways. Be honest, would it be too freaky if I drew Leon like that one new skin of Ghost?¿
CW body horror and mutations and shi
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i know it's weird but. hear me out. he has three heads he has potential NO PLEASE DONT SEND ME TO THE CORNER AGAIN
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evanthusiast · 1 year
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𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)
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♡ Evan Peters x fem!reader ♡
WARNINGS: fluff <3
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow across the city, you found yourself exhausted from a particularly demanding day at work. Stress had wrapped its heavy fingers around your mind, leaving you craving nothing more than the solace of your own home. The moment you stepped through the door, the familiar scent of familiarity and comfort embraced you, calming your weary soul.
Little did you know, Evan , your caring and understanding partner, had prepared for your arrival. He had dimmed the lights, allowing a serene ambiance to fill the room, and soothing music floated through the air, melting away the remnants of your stressful day.
As you made your way into the living room, there he stood, Evan, with his gentle smile and comforting presence. He opened his arms, silently inviting you to find refuge in his embrace. You didn't hesitate, your steps carrying you into his waiting arms. The weight of the world seemed to dissolve as his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close.
Evan pressed a tender kiss on the top of your head, his touch sending a shiver of reassurance down your spine. "You're home now," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody. "Let it all go, love. I'm here for you."
Nestled against his chest, you let out a long sigh, allowing yourself to release the tension that had built up throughout the day. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against yours created a calming rhythm, lulling you into a state of tranquility. With Evan, the outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a blissful sanctuary.
He gently stroked your back, his touch a balm for your weary spirit. "You're safe here," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "Take all the time you need to unwind. I'll be right here, holding you tight."
The minutes ticked by, and as you snuggled deeper into Evan's embrace, the weight of the day began to lift. His presence alone was enough to bring you solace, reminding you that you didn't have to face life's challenges alone. With Evan by your side, you found the strength to let go, to surrender to the tranquility of the moment.
In the comfort of his arms, you felt the knots in your muscles loosen, replaced by a gentle sense of serenity. Evan's touch was like magic, erasing the tension etched across your brow and replacing it with a sense of peace.
As the evening settled in, you stayed there, in Evan's love and understanding. No words were necessary—his silent support spoke volumes. With him, the world could wait. In his arms, you found the solace and comfort you had longed for.
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wanderingmind867 · 2 months
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I hate thinking about time. It gets me scared and depressed and existential. I turn 20 next year! My dad turns 50! Christ, it's all too fast! I hate time! My brain loves to make leaps of logic and picture me 30 years from now. Because i am seriously afraid of all that. When i'm 40, my dad will probably be dead. And if i still have no friends irl like i do right now, then i'll be all alone. Totally isolated. And that's a bone-chilling thought. Incredibly terrifying. I don't want to be all alone. That's a legitimate fear of mine, so i hate how i can get myself all in over my head on complete accident. It's stressful!
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dylanisdazed · 21 days
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Stressful:
Defined as, one thing it do be.
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