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i try to be chill but my brain writes essays about everything

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Holding my blorbo up by the scruff of his neck to show him to you

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So I have this Headcanon that Nikola bought the leather coat for Helen!

And I love it because it makes so much sense in my head! James sends Future Helen off to change her outfit to something more fitting for the time, and of all the choices she picks this one.

And the only reason and can think of why is because it's the outfit Past Helen is least likely to miss! I'm thinking the only reason Past Helen won't miss it is because it's something she chose to rarely wear, if at all.

John's anger was out of control, and Past Helen didn't want to incur more of his anger by wearing a gift that Nikola gave her, so when she was presented with it, she accepted it, probably she secretly loved it, and couldn't part with it, but also she knew she couldn't wear it. so she shoved it the back of her wardrobe out of sight.

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healing magic that's inherently sexual but the healer is the dom. healing magic that requires you to completely relinquish control over to your party's healer, letting them guide you through it. it's a painful kind of magic - snapping bones back together, fusing torn skin, regrowing limbs. if you twitch, if you resist, if you do the wrong movement, it might jeopardize your recovery, might hurt you further - so your healer ties you up. they play with your hair, murmuring soft words of encouragement, their other hand trailing down to your wound. you have to trust them so completely that you'll let them dip their fingers into your torn open body. they reward you as they go - giving you pleasure to offset the pain, telling you how well you're doing, how sweet you look, your brow slick with sweat and your mouth hanging open, dumb in their skilled hands. it hurts, oh how it hurts, but you've learned to love it, to love their attention, their control over you, their soothing voice and the now familiar burning of flesh stitching itself back together.

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people like to bring up things like "all your loved ones would die before you" as a concern re: immortality. But the real danger for me would be that i'd literally never get anything done again. I'd adopt the elvish lifestyle immediately. Not doing anything in a week that could be done in a century. Not getting anything done in a century that can be done in 10 centuries. Spending the next 100 years reading 1 book very slowly because i have infinite time and don't care.

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me after 5 minutes of socializing: i’ve earned 3 days of silence

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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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How I feel seeing some of my moots

Like they have so good art

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One of the many perils of engaging with Internet Discourse is that sometimes you realize after the fact that the person you were responding to is a literal child who has mistaken their first big feeling about a wildly complex adult topic for an informed opinion, at which point you have to just stare wearily into the middle distance like: ah, yes, this is my cosmic punishment for having once also been fourteen and convinced I knew everything.

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op turned reblogs off but i need this one so bad

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I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

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Farscape: Taking The Stone

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henry “i haven’t devoured a canadian in months” foss and helen “i haven’t bitten a guest in decades” magnus

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romance story you think is going to be a slow burn except character A suggests fake dating For Reasons and character B immediately responds, delighted, "holy shit you're in love with me" and then the actual relationship plot is A desperately trying to deny this because they have not been allowed their requisite several months to ease into the idea romance is on the cards here for real while B is like. yes i know you have issues, you're very repressed, im tragically into this, but sweetheart. darling. we could be kissing right now.

A keeps trying to bolt from the mortifying ordeal of being known and B keeps yelling no take backsies

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first base is ripping each other's throats out second base is fucking and then pretending it didn't happen after it's over. third base is falling unconscious from blood loss in the other's arms