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[figandthewasp]

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[arusese]

A different flavor of Hellsite

As some who has been watching Tumblr and observing it from afar like some sort of nature documentary, the people here are surprisingly nice especially compared to what I see on other platforms. ALSO, a social media platform that lets You decide who you want to see in your feed and what you want to see instead of feeding you some useless algorithm, this is literally peak internet and no one can convince me otherwise.

With all that being said this is still a horrifying hellsite but instead of being like twitter where its like a snuff film that I would rather never watch, its like a eldritch horror that I can not look away from. Like a collection of thoughts and ideas that I feel compelled to engage with.

[adworldinsight]

The Stages of Studying: From Fresh Motivation to Existential Crisis

Let’s talk about the educational rollercoaster. You start with a full heart and a fresh notebook, and end up somewhere between "How did I get here?" and "I wonder if underwater basket weaving is hiring."

The Stages of Studying:

Stage 1: Pure Optimism Supplies bought, motivation high, new highlighters ready to go. “This semester, I’ll actually keep my notes organized!” Spoiler alert: You won’t.

Stage 2: Reality Sinks In Realize there’s homework. Lots of it. Begin calculating how little you can do to get by.

Stage 3: Questioning Everything “Is calculus really necessary for my future job as a chef?”

Stage 4: The Existential Crisis After an all-nighter fueled by coffee and regrets, staring blankly at notes, wondering, “What is life? Who am I?”

Stage 5: Acceptance Begrudgingly go back to your books, accepting your fate. At least the semester’s almost over…right?

rmulas. Their expression is a mix of confusion and mild despair.

To all students: May your coffee be strong, your notes be legible, and your finals be easier than expected! 🥤📚

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[starrysammi]

No one goes hard quite like Mr. Worldwide

[raj-24]

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[skellseerwriting]

Even the best need sleep

March x Exhausted!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CWarnings: None except for March carrying you while you’re asleep without asking (because you’re asleep) if that’s something that bothers you (but let’s be fr if you’re reading this you probably don’t mind /lh), as well as him entering your cabin with you (I don’t think anyone in Mistria has locks tbh)

Summary: After falling asleep at the inn from overworking yourself, March carries you home; but not before affectionately chewing you out a bit over it

You walked into the inn; feet heavy and slow.

The day had been so incredibly busy for you and you had had no time to rest since there was always more work to be done. Feed the animals, water the crops, check the board, deliver requests, complete Adeline’s upgrade, donate those items, make a quick trip to the mines…

Anyways, it was oh so very late in the day, and your muscles were aching to get home and rest. But, you felt the need to visit the inn to spend even just a little bit of time in the company of your fellow Mistrians (plus, it was on the way home anyways).

You wanted to feel like a part of your community, so you had to be a part of your community; even if your limbs felt as heavy as those ores you were breaking twenty minutes ago.

Yawning, you leaned back into your chair in the corner of the room. It was only going to be for a few minutes. Just until you gathered your energy to go home for the night.

With your heavy eyes closed, you drank in the place.

The first thing to hit you was the smell of Reina, Josephine, and Hemlock’s cooking. It smelt divine and barely overpowered the chatter and laughter filling the place like a rowdy type of music.

Prying an eye open, you spotted March at a table with a few other people. Even just seeing him brought an involuntary -albeit tired- smile to your lips; especially with the way a natural smile of its own was present on his face.

With a deep inhale, you rested your eyes once again and sunk even farther into the wooden chair. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but with the way you ached, it may as well have been a cloud underneath you.

Slowly, you felt your mind drift off and slip away; eased by the comforting sounds around you. Dreamland was knocking on your door, and you opened it with welcoming arms.

Finally, finally getting the break you needed, everything seemed as it should be.

At some point in time -although you’re unsure when- you began to be roused. Your environment began shifting around you. The places your body were touching the chair no longer were, and places that weren’t originally touching the chair now had something else pressed against them.

Something warm.

And then cold air enveloped anything not touching that warmth.

In your sleepy state, you attempted to cling onto that heat at your side; trying to hold it close. In response you swore you felt something grip you tighter. You almost wish your mind could be crisp, rather than foggy, so you could better understand what was happening, but you could hardly find it within yourself to care and continued to half-doze off.

With the slight movements of bobbing up and down, the crunch of grass could be heard underneath you.

That’s strange, you thought. How is the grass underneath me?

As crickets chirped in the background, you barely registered the feeling of what seemed to be breathing next to you; the rise and fall of someone’s chest.

Before you had the chance to think on that further, the wooden creaking sound of a door -which reminded you of your own- opened.

Still nearly lulling off to sleep, your muggy brain barely registered the sensation of being gently placed on a soft mattress.

Ignoring the want to stretch your tired limbs out, you curled them in further to yourself.

Hearing the crackle of a fire and inhaling the scent of your sheets, the realization wormed its way into you: you were home in your cabin.

“HowdidIgetHere?…” You slurred with your voice barely audible, not even sure if someone was still in the room.

“You fell asleep at the inn, Dummy.” A masculine voice chastised, pulling a warm blanket over you. You took no hesitation in curling your hands underneath the edge.

Squinting, you tried to see through the dim lighting of the dying fire. Someone stood in front of you next to your bed. He must have been the one who carried you.

“Oh…” You rested your weight into the mattress, reality sinking in. You had fallen asleep. You didn’t have enough energy to power through home from the inn like you thought you did. “Thank you.”

You heard the figure stiffen up. After a few hot seconds he proceeded to tuck the blanket further over your shoulders; allowing your face to peak through and still breathe.

“It’s not a big deal.” He huffed in the near-darkness, sounding a bit defensive. The reason he was putting a shield up was up to interpretation, however. “Don’t expect me to come save you the next time you’re stupid enough to collapse someplace due to lack of self preservation.” He said, although his tone lacked any real annoyance.

You wanted to counter-argue the accusation, but you realized he was right.

The truth was, you had been careless; overestimating your abilities and pushing yourself too far. You left yourself defenseless and without the strength to carry yourself home. What if you had stopped for a break in the mines? What would have happened to you then? With that newfound realization in mind, you couldn’t refute him.

Plus, you were too tired to argue. A yawn escaped you.

“You know if something happened to you it would be a huge blow to the town.” The voice cut through, and your eyes opened a bit wider in surprise at his words. They seemed harsh, but it was barely covering the intense sound of worry.

Finally, you recognized the one in front of you. With that fiery hair and grumpy expression, you were surprised you didn’t recognize him sooner.

Blame the exhaustion.

March was standing in front of you still, and you weren’t sure if it was him or just the warm light of the fire, but his face looked rather warm. His gaze cast to the side; avoiding your stare like the plague. “People here rely on you, you know. You can’t just overexert yourself like that. One day you might fall down and never get back up. So don’t do that to- to us. We need you, okay?”

As March finished his little mini speech, he sucked in a breath as if he said too much, and amply turned to leave.

“Nevermind; forget it.” He shook his head, still sounding like he was full of worry that he was desperately trying to hide. “We’ve made it this far without you and- and we can do just fine without you. Nothing will change, and the town-“

“March.” You calmly interrupted. He paused his steps along with his rant, pivoting to look at you; vulnerable look on his face. “You’re right.” You said. “I was careless. I overworked myself. And you’re right that my health doesn’t just affect me. It affects all of you too.”

As you both lay/stood in silence, you pretended to not see the way March’s lower lip seemed to quiver slightly. Then, after gritting his teeth and pulling his act together, he reached for the door handle.

“Just…” he sounded so defeated. “Just be careful next time, please?”

His shoulders looked so weighed down, and it surprised you to hear a tiny, barely audible “for me?” in an addition his words. Or maybe that was your sleepy brain imagining things.

“Of course.” You told him, and he turned around one last time to look at you. All the emotions of the past few minutes had poured into his eyes; pooling there like a swirling pond. They were broken, and pleading, and worried, and hopeful, and comforting, and lov-

“Goodnight.” March told you, opening the door. His gaze tore away and left your mind to succumb again to tired numbness without something to focus on.

You whispered the same sentiment back; closing your eyes and snuggling under your covers to get more comfortable. And if it was also to recreate the warmth you felt from his body when he carried you home? Well, who’s to say you were?

Before March got his other foot out the door, you mumbled his name, and his attention was immediately back on you, although you were already too half asleep to notice.

As dreamland attempted to steal you away once again, you managed to murmur your loving gratitude to the blacksmith.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t get to see the red covering his face as the door closed behind him.

“I love you.”

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[chameleighon]

man i can't believe i got gifted 60 subs in one night and now i get to dye my hair

new year, new me, am i right?

#howdidigethere #hairdye? #twitch #chameleighon

[izzys-chaotic-rp-blog]

Yea I do actually...

*she turn back to her normal form, she didn't sat down and said the book gently in her lap*

Whatisthisplace?whoareyou?whyamihere?howdidigethere?

*she asked her questions of the incredibly fast speed, making it nigh impossible to understand them*

A secret eye opens beneath Marble, transporting her to the secret realm.

( @a-realm-of-secrets )

WAAAAAAAAAA

*she swiftly turns into a harpy eagle holding the book in her claws*

W-what the?

*she looks around confused*

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[thelifeofnosilla]

Woke Up 360 Pounds

I have been in a place where I am struggling trying to deal with everything I have going on with my life and I decided I should start writing it all down. I guess I could keep my own private journal but I thought making it public could help a lot of other people as well who may be going through the same things I am going through. 

Today I woke up and grabbed a pair of shorts I brought on my last trip to Miami in October. I put them on and they felt/looked a bit tight on me. Let’s be honest, I’ve been over 300 pounds for a few years now but last year I had a trainer for a couple of months and was working out a lot which helped me shed a lot of fat around my waist and just feel better in general. A lot happened between July of last year and now, I don’t think I ever worked out between August-December. I tried to work out a few times in January but I have struggled to keep a habit of it. 

Anyways, here I am at 360 pounds, something definitely needs to change. There is nothing healthy or good feeling about being this big. The pounds definitely take a toll on your body. I have to really get myself together. I have been fortunate to have my WFH extended indefinitely for now so I need to take advantage and work out and eat well. My goal is to lose 8-10 pounds a month. I hope I can do it! OR SHOULD I SAY...I WILL DO IT!

[glitter-covered-bodybag]

Hello there

Hey, I'm [REDACTED]. I'm a swarm of bats non-binary and use she/they pronouns. I'm demibiro ace. Stay lit kids👉👉

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[overlypoliteasexual]

Does anyone know how to make friends like, irl? Cause a bitch needs help

[oliverbenjamintblr]

but really, how did i get here?