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these days, the summer fan is on, and there is a little cricket in you. your mother would say you don’t have ambition, but that’s not quite true. you just had different priorities: for most of your life, the pain swallowed so much of your energy that picturing a future was almost impossible. it took so much just to render yourself here without evaporating - making goals always felt shallow, far-off.
at 17, maybe you would have wanted to be famous. maybe you would have wanted to kiss every woman and come home late at night and call the dawn to heel like a dog. to meet taylor swift and ask her to collaborate on poems and french-kiss in the rain. to wiggle your fingers at jealous ex-lovers while you lifted the hem of your ballgown and got out of limousines. a life of rooftops, spinning and glittering.
these days, it isn’t that you’re tired, but that you have learned the weight of carrying things. you have had the good times. you have laughed at the bottom of a pool. you have had your hands on the paring knife. you know the cost of it, like a carcinogen. these days, you want a life like a stone fruit. these days, you want a life that lays gently on your skin, rather than piercing through.
you are going to get a little condo with your friend. the two of you fantasize about basic things: how it will feel to cook in a friendly kitchen. the serenity of picking out wall paint colors. putting plants in the sunlit corner. you want a place that never rings in anger. where the only echo is jazz music. you want a peace like holding your head under the water.
ah. maybe your younger self would be devastated - you got boring?
she doesn’t know yet. she has lived her entire life terrified, running. she has grown so accustomed to the threat that she has fallen in love with the scythe. she thinks passionate and violent are synonyms, that anything lovely has to come with a bad side. she thinks life has to break like a wave - that you need to swallow the ocean in order to stay above the foam. she doesn’t know about the boat yet. she doesn’t know about spending hours at home, quiet, your hands folded, finding peace. she doesn’t know about weightlessness. she thinks everything good is everything sharp. that the pain is what makes something satisfying.
one day she will make cookies from scratch. one day when she breaks a plate, she will be the only one around, and nobody will start shouting. one day she will slip her fingers under the sand, and it will make sense to her. the life assembling in little shards: oh. i’ve been afraid of a quiet life at home because i’ve never had a quiet home to come to before.
the gentle world inside her, singing behind a door.
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“but how does the giant monster consume enough calories to eat?’ fuck YOU it’s part of a lush ecosystem that isn’t depicted onscreen. Yeah let’s just pause the adventure to discuss trophic levels and ATP transfer between subterranean bacterial colonies. Fucking clown. Yeah let’s just halt the whole adventure to talk about how the iron-poor planet never developed a magnetosphere, thus the cellular life can harvest energy from cosmic background radiation. That’s appendix shit. Moron.
(via themslash)
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fearne fucking with imogen’s fear of heights has gotta be one of my fav bits
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Is anyone going to point out that both Imogen’s Mum and Fearne’s parents feared what being Ruidusborn meant for their daughters but took radically different approaches to fix it? Liliana decided to join Ludinus and aid in destroying many people’s lives and potentially bring down the apocalypse, while Birdie and Ollie tried to stop whatever was going on with Ludinus and the Feywild, and figure out what the deal with the moon actually was. Like Fearne’s parents aren’t perfect and made some mistakes, but at least they aren’t helping someone commit genocide. Liliana acting like it’s the only way to save Imogen is certainly something, especially when contrasted with Birdie and Ollie.
(via sparring-spirals)
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For those worried about the crew having to do a whole job just for one person, flight staff only get paid for time they’re in the air; if he’d cancelled, they wouldn’t have gotten paid for zip.
So in other words, he gave them an easy day where they can spend most of it on break, and also airplane staff should unionize.
Also the plane likely has to get to NC somehow so you might as well have fun with it
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Someone in an autism facebook group I’m in just asked “How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?”
Someone replied: “You’re not. Even neurotypicals can’t right now in the system designed for them. We’re the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong.”
People keep saying, “Oh, everyone thinks they’re neurodivergent now!” or they’ll say it’s the foods or chemicals or whatever other nonsense they’ve fallen for, but to me the answer is so obvious?
We’ve gotten to a point that more and more people are being left behind by the system, making it so that neurodivergent parents who could get by fine *enough* in decades/centuries past are bringing children into a world that cannot and will not attempt to accommodate them. There’s nothing in the water and people aren’t faking, it’s just that this is no longer sustainable or livable and of course people with disabilities will be hit first and hit the hardest. There aren’t more people with it, it’s just harder to go through life without being aware that you’re not functioning the way your peers seem to be able to.
(via themslash)
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miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at
(via that-twink-over-there)
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Ha I wonder how many strokes the most complex Chinese character has like maybe eightee-
Has a Chinese son, names him bèng-dá, and he hates me
My beloved son 䨻龘 just trying to write his name in kindergarten
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Chetney Pock O’Pea truly is the character ever. He’s 400 years old. He’s a werewolf. He’s three feet tall. He’s wearing a fantasy juicy tracksuit. He has so many exes that he can’t remember them all. He might be Orym and/or Scanlan’s dad. He’s adamant about the healing power of threesomes. His fuck buddy is a 6 foot tall faun who’s tits are probably bigger than his head. He is everything a pc should aspire to be
(via horse-immorality)
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Note that by fuckable I mean specifically who you think is the best lay
(via horse-immorality)
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One of my favorite genres of post
i gotta show yall a our discord classic
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