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don't falter

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What could he do? Where could he turn, twice robbed of his wife? With what tears could he move the spirits, with what voice move their powers? Cold now, she floated in the Stygian boat. They say he wept for seven whole months 📷: @callmelasagna

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me and my undying urge to be someone’s favorite

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love listening to my own playlists. I am so correct and intelligent and inspired

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utilising the gift of imagination to hallucinate moments of tenderness between fictional people

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Past Lives (2023)

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Three Cheers For Second Chances by @acchidocchi

a story about love, loss, healing and forgiveness, and how you can't do it alone.

"You're amazing," Tobio says unashamedly, staring at Tooru as if he's some kind of miracle. "Will you please teach me how to serve?" Tooru swallows. He cannot do anything about his knee. He cannot change the fact that even with physical therapy, he may never be able to set foot on the court again. And he cannot tell the truth to a boy without memories of the past four years, who is asking him so innocently, so hopefully, for just one simple favor. Like a sinner on his deathbed, Tooru closes his eyes and smiles. "Sure."

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people downplaying armand's role in the lynching trial drives me insane because the iwtv writer's room consists almost entirely of playwrights so when the show frames armand as a director like explicitly the director they mean the theatrical production including the tendon cutting the physical silencing the mishandling of claudia's diaries that was armand executing his creative vision from start to finish. yet when i say i want to drown armand in a shallow pond i'm the bad guy

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imagine being a bird watching hot ones. you'd be like "wtf is 'hot sauce,' peppers don't do that" bc you don't have the neural receptors that cause a burning sensation if your tissues come in contact with capsaicin; you can stick your whole head in a ghost pepper no problem, so you'd think, wow these bald apes are full of shit they are faking a whole big physiological response to normal food for entertainment. weird. and then you'd be like wait, what are they eating? what are they eating?

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peak philosophy in ao3 tags

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what if… our zines were released?

On this 19.1 (oikageoi day?) we are so proud and beyond excited to present the first of our 'what if' zine series: 「what if CANON DIVERGENCE?」 and 「what about CANON DIVERGENCE?」

Find more details and links to download below ⤵️

The SFW zine: 「what if CANON DIVERGENCE?」 💙 160 pages 💚 16 creators, 10+ artworks and 10+ stories

Download here: https://oikageoi.itch.io/what-if-canon-divergence

The NSFW zine: 「what about CANON DIVERGENCE?」 💚 120 pages 💙 9 creators, 1 artwork and 8 stories

18+ ONLY 🔞

Download here: https://oikageoi.itch.io/what-about-canon-divergence

Don't forget to show your love to our creators who contributed these lovely pieces and made this project possible! Their accounts are hyperlinked in the title pages before each piece 🩵

Thank you for all of your support over these months! We'll see you for the next one. 👑

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It's always been you

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“I denounce our weakness, I denounce the maddening horror of dying — and I respond to all this infamy with — exactly this that now will be written — and I respond to all this infamy with joy. Purest and lightest joy. My only salvation is joy. An atonal joy inside the essential it.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

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The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people

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a take on ‘death and the maiden’ by egon schiele, originally titled ‘man and girl’ and ‘entwined people’ <3

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title: december's language relationship: kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru summary: There’s a pit in the middle of his chest. He should probably acknowledge it. The alarm will start to ring again soon. He should probably turn it off. Tobio presses the soles of his feet against the soft fabric of the carpet – grounding. He presses it until he feels it on each and every available spot of skin – toes, and soles, and middle, and over and again. Today, he is twenty-four years old. And he’s alone. or: a kind of gentleness that’s born in the winter

There is an odd kind of comfort to be found in Winter. The soft, almost soundless whirring of the heater, the warmth of soba and the heart of the right curry, the extra minutes spent under the blanket for the comfort (and the heat) it brings. Tobio appreciates the little things – how he’ll even allow his body to hit snooze a couple of times, to tangle his limbs with the covers and the duvet and the pillows. The way the air seems to be easier to breathe, sharp and biting but not heavy — it does not make his skin clad and sticky with sweat, and so exercising is easier, more comfortable.

He enjoys running with the wind biting at his cheeks, enjoys hiding his face into the warmth of his scarf, enjoys seeing his breath come out fog-like. He does not enjoy slipping on ice, but he’s not as stupid as to walk on it. It has always been nice. Comfortable. Safe, even.

But —

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Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"