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[francixoxoxo]

I MISSED YOU SO BAD <3 <3 <3 <3 hope you're doing well!!!! been rereading your fics like crazy lately darling <3

Im feeling pretty good actually im in such a mood for good fanfiction and im so picky that i just gotta go write it myself

Im not gonna lie looking back at one Finnick Drabble sent me reeling and I’m back bc of that also did u know I love u hello and goodbye 🙋‍♀️

[theorangepdf]

the epidemic of grown adults playing tiktoks at full volume in public is rampant why are you acting like a 7 year old with their first ipad you have a mortgage

[sticksandsharks]

grey wagtail

character from The Wildercourt, the graphic novel I'm very slowly but very persistently working on

[blueskittlesart]

knowledge long forgotten

got really into reading item descriptions on this playthrough. anyway did you know the silent princess is one of the only raw materials with a cooking effect to not explicitly list that effect in its description

[remnantglow]

looked up a cool artist i found and instead of her actual art the first result google showed me was AI art made with her work. i hate it here!!!!!!!

[lorkhanagendaposting]

"A society that separates its lore masters from its horny posters will have its headcanons written by prudes and its erotic fanfic by fools."

[t00thpasteface]

got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me

[cecebeanie]

Just here to share the Italian judo winner kissing her girlfriend after the match, in front of our fascist, homophobic, disgusting prime minister.

We won this one🏳️‍🌈

Credits to: @apriteilcervello on instagram

[ladybugboots]

distant past

[geryone]

What tumblr fails to grasp is that I’m not interested in community groups for the things I like because fans of my favorite things are often very wrong about them

[dakotaqueen]

Teach me how to use my tumblog

[androgynealienfemme]

It didn’t hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.

Like I think maybe it’s important people should know she was a prosecutor. She was once a district attorney and later an attorney general for the state of California. And we can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. Like people should get that clear. Kamala Harris was never a police officer. She was a district attorney. She was never a police officer.

[papirfecni]

snippet of the caitvi page i’m working on :^)

[deadlypoetacademia]

[testymctestertesttest]

FROM THE NIGHTSHADE LIBRARY: LOSS OF BREATH .

silence clings to you like dust. Words knot in your ribs. pride, perhaps. fear, a possibility. or, peculiarly, the old rotted wound of being misunderstood too many times prying at your lungs. you do not ask for help, not because you don't need it, but because inquiring feels a lot like standing in a pit 6ft deep and handing someone the shovel. You find your own ways of speaking. sometimes you imagine saying the truth out loud. most times you blame the wind for never blowing your words in the right way. your stillness could be mistaken for detachment, maybe that's true. your quiet means you're content, maybe that's not true. your absence as apathy, only you know. Has your silence made you a convenient vessel? maybe one day, if the wind turns, you might remember how to breathe.

THE SOUNDTRACK TO THE STORY

in my solitude - ella fitzgerald , left outside alone - anastacia , no one noticed - the marias

TETHERED TO STORIES

You watch Berenice with stolen glances, with quick turns of your head, not because you carry a torch for them in your heart—but a flame, a raging fire, a burning jealousy. How can they speak so easily, so openly? Others remark that they’re strange or wrong, but never false, never apathetic, never silent. What would it be like, you wonder, to open your mouth and let more than air escape? What would it be like to stand before the room and finally undo all those knots in your ribs? You know King Pest is not what they portray themselves to be, but the truth of their performance is not a secret you lord over their head; rather, a tool to be used. Maybe you haven’t found your voice yet, but you have, intentionally or unintentionally, found a mouthpiece in them. They are eager to take your suggestions, to voice your theories, with or without a push or nudge from you—because if you’re right, they’re right, even if you don’t admit to being their source.

“...alive with the qualifications of the dead—dead with the propensities of the living—an anomaly on the face of the earth—being very calm, yet breathless.”                                                                      ───────── Edgar Allan Poe