did i wake up at 7am reblog a bob dylan song and then fall back asleep
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my notes to myself in my google docs sure are something to stumble upon by surprise
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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Ok to be clear, this whole time what Daniel Molloy thought happened was:
He hooked up with Louis in 1973
Then listened to him rant about his ex for 8 hours
After which Louis tried to kill him
He woke up in a second location and was like wow my craziest trip yet!
He didn't hear from Louis for 50 years
Until he gets an email like hey bb sorry about the murder attempt do u wanna come to Dubai? u can interview me again i probably won't kill you :)
And he's like yeah sure
And then he still spent the whole time bullying him
Self-preservation skills at a 0. That imaginary dick must have been something else
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Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
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taking a nap with my baked potato. not all are pleased
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Something something the way that Crowley introduced himself to Aziraphale the first time they met in the garden and reacted as if they had never met before. Something about him later behaving as if he did actually have those memories of their time in Heaven together and trying to pass it off as being someone different now. Something about Heaven's way of punishing angels that go against the plan by erasing their memories. Something about Crowley seeing Gabriel without his memory and saying "ask him properly." Something about "remember it now" "it hurts, to remember. my head isn't built for that" "I know. Do it anyway"
Something about "I know. Looking at where the furniture isn't"
Something about I know
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Jason Todd’s mother: Addict, single mother, raised the child of a violent henchman, died of an overdose
Jason Todd’s best friend: Recovered addict, single father, raising the child of an assassin, rescued from death by Red Hood
DC: yep. Wild.
DC: anyway!
DC: onto the next Red Hood storyline
DC: (incoherent shrieking)
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Thank you Splatoon for all the memories, gonna miss you you funky little squid game <3
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people with chronic pain will go “ why can’t I sleep well? Why am I crying for no reason? Why am I getting frustrated easily ?” Not yet realizing their pain got worse
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