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oughhh im going to go out and fight animals

there is so much beautiy on planet eaerth #caffeinated

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there is so much beautiy on planet eaerth #caffeinated

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they're hiding in one of the capitol's many tiny, cramped alleyways. not to be close to each other or anything, oh no.

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you are unbanned from free chicken sandwich day

ok. thanks for letting me know

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german words i wish existed in english

a messy and incomplete list

nachvollziehen (v.) -- to understand, but less empathetic. i.e. i see the steps that brought you to that conclusion, but i don't understand you.

doch (interj.) -- you're wrong and really it's the opposite of what you said. often said with a healthy dose of sass. i.e. "this isn't a good movie." "doch. (it is)"

frech (adj.) -- somewhere between naughty and sassy and silly. when you're being a bit of a brat, you're being frech.

dreist (adj.) -- audacious, but far more colloquial. when you have the goddamn audacity, you are dreist. i.e. to park that far over the line is dreist as hell

heimat (n.) -- home, but stronger. a home is wherever you have built a life, but heimat is where your roots are. heimat is where you feel pangs of nostalgia when you go to visit your family for christmas and see the shop at the corner.

weltschmerz (n.) -- literally 'world-pain'. the world sucks and sometimes you just sit and feel the pain of it all. that's weltschmerz.

existenzberechtigung (n.) -- the right to exist, often in a comedic context. i.e. pineapple on pizza has absolutely no existenzberechtigung.

fernweh (n.) -- literally 'far-ache'. the opposite of homesickness, the desire to go far away. i guess wanderlust is similar, but that is also a german word, and this is more painful and visceral

schweigen (v./n.) -- the act of not speaking. silence, but more deliberate. the palpable feeling that people are withholding their voice.

verschlimmbesserung (n.) -- when an update with the intention of making something better actually just made it worse. looking at you @staff

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What a show this must have been.

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me and the mutuals discussing themes and motifs

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An update on the delirium quilt!

The top is finished!! Just waiting for my darning foot to get here so I can start practicing quilting it!

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lots of things to celebrate today... friday the thirteenth; the one year anniversary of my first complete sandman read-through (my sandmanniversary, if you will); and, of course, the fact that i am active in the fandom as @writing-for-life publishes the sequel to one of her loveliest fanfics.

needless to say, i can't put off posting this piece any longer, even though i do so wish to because i am actually the world's best (worst?) procrastinator. so here... woe, fanart be upon ye 💥💥💥 i drew thalia & morpheus based on the kiss by gustav klimt. it was kinda rough for me because i don't usually do things like this, but i'm happy that i tried :-) i hope that everything i intended for it to convey actually lands 🤞

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The Pillars of Creation

It's Wednesday, which means the next chapter has landed. Needless to say, the whiff of domesticity is short-lived...

Chapter Two: Food for Thought

The dining hall could be a wondrous place. If Morpheus felt so inclined. Sometimes it was a vast chamber, filled with long tables and elegant chairs, lit by hundreds of candles that softly illuminated walls with the most beautiful paintings.

Today, it looked a lot simpler, smaller even. Certainly not unpleasant, although the lighting was a touch too bright, and the walls were bare. Thalia had to admit she sometimes hated the long table he seemed to prefer. She had, not so secretly, changed it table to a smaller, round one on several occasions because she preferred to sit right next to him. The need to eat was very subdued in both of them, although she liked to remind herself of the waking world and considered food enjoyable, and she had no intention of ever changing it. Maybe, just maybe, he had slowly begun to drop his slight disdain for food, at least when he was in her company and relatively relaxed. He was capable of enjoying food, but it had to be said that being close to each other often led to anything but eating, and both the table and chairs had been used for distinctly different purposes on several occasions. The mere thought of the last time they had… repurposed them made the heat rise in her face. And judging by the glance Morpheus gave her, accompanied by some faintly harrumphing noise, he had caught up on it. He gently shook his head, but it was fairly obvious he struggled to hide his amusement.

However, it only lasted for a moment. The long table was back today, and Morpheus bade Delirium to sit at one short end while he sat at the other, which only left Thalia with the long side, right between them. A strange feeling made its way from her stomach all the way up to her shoulders, down her arms and into her fingertips, so she closed her eyes briefly to let it pass. But when she opened them again, her need for a feeling of warmth and welcome had apparently changed a couple of things: The chairs felt softer, the table somewhat smoother, the light less harsh, and she caught a glimpse of Morpheus knitting his brows while Delirium chirped, “Those chairs are super comfy,” before proceeding to make herself hang right off them topsy-turvy.

But that was it. The newly ensuing silence felt awkward and stifling, and the lightness they had managed to achieve in the hallway had somewhat vanished again. Thalia knew he would undoubtedly be a good host, and let whatever dishes anyone desired be served by whatever dreamer might show up at whatever point. And yet, she couldn’t help the following words fall out of her mouth:

“Who’s coming to the kitchen with me?”

Delirium immediately sat on her chair straight as an arrow and cheered, “Me!” while Morpheus put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his steepled hands.

“And why would we do that?” he asked with a slightly bemused tone and a slow blink of his eyes.

“So… we get to make our own food and keep our hands busy? And talk while our hands are busy? And don’t sit on our butts and stare at each other and wait until the awkward silence magically dissolves into smoke?” Morpheus frowned, and his features seemed to cloud over. “You need not work with your hands…”

She threw him a dirty look. “Really? I’m sure you remember what my hands looked like when I painted in the waking world, right? Or that the same hands made hundreds of rock-hard cookies since I…” She swallowed hard, and her voice turned quieter. “…arrived in the Dreaming.” Thalia caught the agonised look on his face straightaway and pulled herself together. “The cookies I made from dough I kneaded with my own hands. The cookies you always tried, apart from that one time at Christmas when you and Mel ganged up on me.”

His mouth twitched. “I…”

Thalia grinned at him. “Thank you for your kindness by the way, because they truly are awful. In any case, the kitchen awaits…”

He huffed. “I do not prepare food.”

“Well, you can just magic it out of thin air if that would hurt your pride less. But you could still come with us.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he noticeably tried to keep it in check. “Fine.” He rose from his chair and bowed. “After you, ladies.”

Keep reading on Ao3

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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

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real bummer that they don't let desire have a single cigarette in the netflix adaptation. this is a travesty. chain smoking is desire's Thing just as despair's Thing is self-mutilation. it is a significant representation of addiction as an aspect of desire. it is also a little bit sexy but you didn't hear that one from me

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tickles your uvula

idk how i feel about this one. thank you for trying regardless

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I PAUSED STARDEW VALLEY AND WHEN I CAME BACK AND UNPAUSED IT MY TROUSERS WERE GONE ??? QUIT IT IM NOT GETTING FREAKY IN THE MINES THERE ARE BATS TRYING TO KILL ME

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thinking about when my brother got chatbanned from overwatch and the email they sent him after he tried to appeal it said “we dont normally bring up the incriminating messages, but in this case we feel its necessary to show you what got you banned” and it was all shit like “ i will kidnap you in the desert and make you forget how to eat”

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and a happy pride month to you too