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now what if Pete calls Chris "Way" while they bumping uglies. then what? i'll die because that'll be so messy and delicious😋

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Jinshi: Maomao has to have figured out my circumstances by now, it would make things a lot easier between us if she would.......

Mamomao thinking about Jinshi longer than five seconds:

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i think it's funny that some people would use maomao as an example of a 'strong female lead' to put down other shojo girls who are traditionally more girlish and feminine and emotionally sensitive (or 'crybabies') as if maomao wouldn't be the first one to jump into their defense if they're in the same universe. maomao is literally the most girls' girl, empathetic, understanding girl you'll ever see and she'll hate you for putting other fmcs down to lift her up

like. how do you like maomao bcs you're supposedly a feminist but you hate like a man??

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"When did the dragon ever die from the venom of a snake."

When the dragon wanted to feel just as small... when it wanted to hide and shield itself from the hunt. Where the dragon sought safety in its small brethren. Like dragons, they were scaled, colourful, and agile but not as often killed. The dragon pleaded and begged to hide, and the snake lied. The dragon could not sink in the sand nor under a rock. It had to be a cave which was too easily found by those with heavy armour and sharp swords. "Hide me please," the dragon cried. "Take my bite and close your eyes. You will not see them. They will not see you." The snake smiled. The dragon could not offer anything in return for this kindness, and let the venom take. And so it was the snake who killed off the dragons, letting them fall into myth instead of a fate so unkind.

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Can't believe I actually succeeded with this one.

Hopefully, I can succeed with next year's too. Wahoo!

My new 2024 year resolution

TO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK!

Let me elaborate. I'm tired as shit this isn't the first time I've held a job and God damn I am proud of this one. But I promised myself I would get back into academics to get my therapist license. Sure I may have monthly goals and annual resolutions but my lifetime achievements will be to make the world a better place. I'm gonna try and help people. I have to do that otherwise I'll look at every single bruise on a child and a scared little face looking back at me and it'll look a little too much like me.

So to achieve this I have to not care about:

My resignation in month 9.

Which university I apply to

How I can get overseas

Other people's opinion

My single af love life

My job.

The last one is complicated. I worked retail on Christmas day for 2023 and I cried in the bathroom for 10 minutes straight. I'm glad I had an understanding store manager. I'm glad that she faced 10 years of Christmas retail nightmares. What she didn't expect was for a woman to call me racial and religious slur that brought out every childhood trauma I had. To go as far as to saying I deserve to get SA because I wasn't wearing a headscarf and as a two time survivor, I can that did nothing to help the nightmares I have almost everynight. There was one woman later in the day who said "God bless you" after her family didn't even buy anything. I thanked her and all the children's laughter I heard for getting me through that day. Didn't help that I got an extension cable from my coworker for Santa exchange. Lol.

But I have to learn not to care. I can not keep breaking down at everyone's stupid, unreasonable hatred. At every cruel headline in the news. I need to not give a damn at how it affects me but how it affects others. Sure I don't deserve to be verbally abused like that by a complete stranger but this is part of the job. A job that is helping me work towards my life while supporting my family in little bits.

Basically, I can't give a fuck about people until I can actually help people.

A general PSA too, don't yell at the worker who kept your kid calm when you abandoned them in the shop. And there are worse things going on in the world so you don't have to be a racist, prejudice narrow-minded bitch when the shop runs out of Santa hats you indignant cruel foul-livered prehistoric worthless cretin.

Keep in mind I kept all that and my tears to myself and apologized for the inconvenience as well as wished her a happy holiday instead of happy Christmas because, well... customer service.

Some small additions to my resolutions.

Finish my 1st draft

Paint the lake near my house

watch more series and read more books

Do a lot of Thai bl bingo cards ehhehehe because I'm a menace.

Get that health check up

Donate blood

Get another silly straw for my tea to drink out of a bucket

Rewrite my deleted dead dove from 11 years ago titled "froyopongo".

Cheers to everyone. Cheers to new years, let's try not to fuck up. Cheers to chaos.

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

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My favorite part of a kiss?

The part where I'm caressing their face close as they kiss me with everything that they've got. Tender. Soft. Rushed and all-consuming as they love me, breathing life back into my barren lungs.

The moment where I smile against their lips and they lift me up. I could wiggle in their arms until fits of laughter escape me, and yet I remain in their grasp, in their hold as we sink together again.

The second after, when we realized what we've done and we realize we don't care. That everything is insignificant, purposeless and ridiculous, and just perfect as our very strange worlds collide again.

My favorite part... that it happened anyway.

-Hexira

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NOOOOOOOO.... NO! IM LEGIT ON CALL RIGHT NOW AND MY BEST FRIEND AND I ARE PANICKING

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Derek: Hey, I'm home-

Stiles: *reading his grimoire*

Eli: *making voodoo dolls with popsicle sticks and glitter glue*

Derek: ...

Derek: Mi vida. Lobito. What's happening here?

Stiles, drawing a ritual circle: Father-son bonding.

Eli, making another doll: My friends need to be punished.

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Writers should NOT feel guilty about:

Skipping a day of writing.

Not having a perfect first draft.

Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.

Working at their own pace.

Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.

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Me: I can’t wait to write this fic

Me writing the fic:

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🗣️🗣️WRITERS AND FUTURE WRITERS, PLEASE LISTEN UP❗️❗️

i saw a few tiktok videos that was very concerning to me and i decided to share some of the knowledge i got because as a community of people who freely write things about characters, we need to protect our work. i have sadly forgotten the name of the tiktok users but if you guys scroll upon it, please let me know so i can properly credit the people.

GOOGLE DOCS IS NOT SAFE❗️apparently google created this AI that allows them to see your google docs documents, fics, works, whatever is in there, let an actual human read it and have it used in an AI without crediting the original writer. so if you use google docs, please watch out for any suspicious new buttons or notifications asking you about allowing access to your documents

THEY GOT THE AO3 WRITERS AS WELL❗️apparently some thieves i am NOT calling them people because who with moral compass would do this shit? are copying, pasting and printing out popular fanfictions on AO3, binding them, turning them into actual books and selling them on places like Etsy WITHOUT crediting the original authors. which is why we can’t find some certain popular fics or authors on AO3 (credit to tiktok user sakuradarling)

TUMBLR IS SELLING OUR WORK/PROMPTS TO THIRD PARTY WITHOUT CONSENT❗️i think i came across a post or two about it. i think my mutual @livelaughlovesubs has reblogged a post about it. check it out and turn on a switch on your blog settings that prevent this. stay safe and protect your works writers

spread the word everyone, because… genuinely what the fuck?

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Moments of humanity

Give me reasons to smile.

Humanity itself

Left me hopeless.

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Tuesday March 21.

World Poetry Day.

Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.

With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world. 

And when all is said and done, you better get writing x

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Could Not Lock My Heart

Small note

Little gesture

All the things that made me fall for you in the first place.

I'll give them up forever.

So that when you look at me with those eyes

I dont punch the wall

I dont hit my head

I dont scratch my skin in agony

Your gentle meaningless motions come naturally

They cause me to react violently

For I know not how to act in your presence anymore

I want to push everything away

I want to feel nothing as you bring a storm without warning

I want to show that you left me and I remain unaffected

But like a bird who halts their wings for the dive,

Nothing is left inside me but the thrill

And regretfully, I long for it.

Caress me like you used to.

Hold me safely once more.

Tend to my aching wounds.

Heal what you left sore.

-S.I.

Ao3 link