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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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@mag200 makes an excellent point that is a lovely picture with some very beautiful shades of green.

But I'd also like to share my Tumblr theme on desktop:

Against that buttery yellow, the swatches look very lovely. (I am not a green hater though so I may be biased 🖤💚)

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

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Can confirm. And even once you do hear back in 3-4 business years, it'll probably be another 3-4 business years of repeating tests for everything else because the insurance surely knows better than the medical professionals, right?

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

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remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave

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@hmcbook This feels of particular interest to you 😂

You roll up to the Wizard Battle and your opponent takes out his spellbook but it’s just one of these

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WIP Wednesday: 04.24.2024

So. So. About that Six Sentence Sunday...

Before you click the cut, I need y'all to remember two things: 1) I've already shared the first scene of Ch1. Y'all know who the real soulmates are. 2) It is always Lukanette Endgame 'round these parts. You guys trust me, right? Even when my Irish flares up? 😇 (...er. My Joss flares up?)

That being said...

“Excuse…oh my gosh, Luka???”

He looked up at the voice, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to place the voice. There was something familiar about it he couldn’t quite grasp, and when he partially closed his locker door to get a better look at the girl who had spoken seeing her didn’t help. She was pretty, sure, if you liked the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, preppy look. She also had a familiar face, but again that last degree of connection escaped him. Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she stared at him, though, and her hands were clasped over her chest. Her mouth had also dropped open.

“Oh my gosh, it is you!” she gasped, her mouth curling into a pearly-toothed smile. It was a celebrity smile, one he recognized all too well. One he was seeing more and more of his classmates settle into the longer they studied at the prestigious Saint-Saëns. “I didn’t realize you applied here!”

“Do…I know you?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he searched for a connection — any connection — to the girl in the blue dress beside him. Her smile slipped a…lot, actually. Her entire presence seemed to deflate with his question.

“…no, I suppose you wouldn’t,” she said, her voice soft and sad. “We went to Dupont together. Different homerooms, but we had some classes together. I…kind of had a huge crush on you. Actually…”

She looked around the locker room nervously before leaning in. She glanced up at him with hopeful eyes that had him instinctively leaning back.

“Can we talk? Alone?” she whispered.

“Uh…” he started, but then her smile was back and she was grabbing his arm.

“Great!” she said, and the next thing he knew she had hauled him out of the locker room, down the hall, and into one of the empty practice rooms. She turned back to him with another wide, toothy smile, and the next thing he knew she was sticking her arm out at him. “I’ve been dying to show you this for ages.”

Dark blue words — a dark blue word, one single, solitary word — was stamped across her otherwise bare forearm.

Here.

And he’d thought his words were nondescript…

The longer he stood there, staring at her arm, the more her smile fell.

“You…don’t remember, do you?” she asked.  He looked up in shock, his eyebrows lifting, and she sighed as she brought her arm back to herself.  “It was…it was your first day at school.  Mlle. Mendeleieev handed out those worksheets, and you turned to pass the stack to me, and you said…”

“…here,” he whispered, and her eyes closed as a shiver raced through her.  She nodded, a warm smile on her face.

“And I said thank you,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if that same blissful euphoria — the acknowledgment of it’s you, finally — also washed through him or if that chill was just shock.  “I didn’t notice it at first.  I was auditioning for the weather girl competition back then, so I was in costume all the time.  I wore my raincoat everywhere, since not all of our teachers let me carry the umbrella indoors.  So I didn’t notice it at first, and then I wasn’t sure, but…I know it’s you, Luka.”

“…h-how?” he asked, like an idiot, but really.  How had she known for so long and said…nothing?  How could she be so sure?

“I just…I felt so drawn to you, and that moment is so clear in my memory,” she sighed.

It wasn’t in his.

He barely remembered the girl who had been sitting behind him, or the words muttered to each other.  Not like he had always so clearly remembered other aspects of that day, like libraries and books and a deeper set of blue eyes and…

…but she knew his words.

Nobody knew his words.

Well…nobody except his sister.  And Rose.  And his parents.  And Marinette.

He didn’t make a habit of advertising them.

“So…you’re saying we’re…” he started, his mouth suddenly dry.  She took his hand, but there were no sparks racing up his arm.  No calm reassurance that yes, it’s you, I’ve found you, finally.  Shouldn’t he be feeling…something?

He just felt numb.

“Soulmates,” she sighed dreamily.  He felt himself nod.

“Ok.  Cool.  You’re my soulmate, er…” he looked up, frowning, and she giggled as she flashed another one of those screen-ready smiles at him.

“Aurore,” she said, holding her hand out by his face, like she expected him to kiss it or something.  He took her fingers in his hand and brought it down to shake, nodding.  Her smile slipped at that.

“Right,” he said.  “Aurore.”

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Branch manager

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it’s so weird to me how there’s cliques and hierarchies within fandom spaces these days like. we’re all just fucking nerds. how are you gonna try to be popular amongst the nerds. how are you going to feel superior over your fellow nerds. at the end of the day you’re still a fucking nerd bestie

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Them 😏✨ 2nd picture: *angry welsh screams*

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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I'm wondering if it's something that popped up because of the Bot Wars, but in case it needs reiterating...Tumblr is the madhouse? Follow unapologetically, call out OP you've never met before that post, nonny asks...if you're here you automatically know everyone & no one and just...interact?????

So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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Growth

I threw some words at a page, some of them stuck and some of them fell. I visited again and again, reading and writing 'till I knew it well. A story grew and then it bloomed, some secrets to be seen, and some I'll never tell.

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@rierse 😁😘

( @redstonedust Get out of my WIPs 😂)

i can never write a soulmates au cause i very quickly stop thinking about romance and start thinking about the sociological implications of a world where soulmates are a confirmed verifiable thing

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Six Sentence Sunday: 04.21.2024

…but she knew his words.

Nobody knew his words.

Well…nobody except his sister.  And Rose.  And his parents.  And Marinette.