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20// he/xe // a sucker for coffee stains on old books // comrade aru frfr

[victusinveritas]

[nympheral]

everyone’s always talking about james having red/green colourblindness and mixing his and regulus’s ties up but i think it would be infinitely funnier if sirius was the one with the colourblindness and james and reg kept mixing their ties up anyway so everyone kept finding out about them except for sirius

[toastbutteregg]

[catchymemes]

[catchymemes]

[orpheusilver]

masturbation is evil not for any puritan anti-fun reason but because it has permanently claimed so many verbs

[orpheusilver]

nobody can crank anything anymore. and god forbid you jerk

[dissociatingdumbass]

[allegra-writes]

Reblogging again because I got an anon last week whining cause they did this to one of my unfinished series and the bot killed Y/N so now they want ME to give them a happy ending. Like. No. Suffer, bitch.

[peaceheather]

AI is the death of creativity. Anyone who does this to my stories and is stupid enough to brag about it will be blocked from ever reading my work again, AND I'll let everyone on tumblr know that you do this. We'll see how much fic you get to enjoy when every author blocks you forever.

Fic is a gift. I've said it before. Don't shit all over your lovingly handcrafted gifts, m'kay? This should be fucking obvious, but apparently for some of you it's not.

[grieving-angel-hopeful-demon]

If anyone does this to me, I'm going to delete the story

I won't hesitate

[the-haiku-bot]

If anyone does

this to me, I’m going to

delete the story

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[liquidstar]

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[crowshira]

[diangelo-supporter10]

[valtsv]

oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave

[valtsv]

the dirt under my nails is - yeah. it won't wash out. although that's actually from when i dug myself out again. i suppose success and defeat can look the same in a mirror.

[garbage-salt-scraps]

excerpts from 'You Are Jeff' from Richard Siken's Crush

alt text under cut

[ALT TEXT:

IMAGE 1: 9, You are in an ordinary suburban bedroom with bunk beds, a bookshelf,

two wooden desks and chairs. You are lying on your back, on the top

bunk, very close to the textured ceiling, staring straight at it in fact, and

the room is still dark except for a wedge of powdery light that spills in

from the adjoining bathroom. The bathroom is covered in mint green

tile and someone is in there, singing very softly. Is he singing to you?

For you? Black cherries in chocolate, the ring around the moon, a bee-

tle underneath a glass--you cannot make out all the words, but you're

sure he knows you're in there, and he's singing to you, even though you

don't know who he is.

10, You see it as a room, a tabernacle, the dark hotel. You're in the hallway

again, and you open the door, and if you're ready you'll see it, but

maybe one part of your mind decides that the other parts aren't ready,

and then you don't remember where you've been, and you find yourself

down the hall again, the lights gone dim as the left hand sings the right

hand back to sleep. It's a puzzle: each piece, each room, each time you

put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, your ear to the

wound that whispers.

You're in the hallway again. The radio is playing your favorite song.

You're in the hallway. Open the door again. Open the door. /END IMAGE 1

IMAGE 2: 11, Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has

been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The

heart is monologing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the

red brocade the heart is drowning. Can the heart escape? Does love

even care? Snow falls as we dump the booth in the bay.

Suppose for a moment we are crowded around a pier, waiting for something

to ripple the water. We believe in you. There is no danger. It is not

getting dark, we want to say.

12, Consider the hairpin turn. It is waiting for you like a red door or the

broken leg of a dog. The sun is shining, O how the sun shines down!

Your speedometer and your handgrips and the feel of the road below

you, how it knows you, the black ribbon spread out on the greens be-

tween these lines that suddenly don't reach to the horizon. It is waiting,

like a broken door, like the red dog that chases its tail and eats your rose-

bushes and then must be forgiven. Who do you love, Jeff? Who do you

love? You were driving toward something and then, well, then you

found yourself driving the other way. The dog is asleep. The road is be-

hind you. O how the sun shines down. /END IMAGE 2

IMAGE 3: 15, Like sandpaper, the light, or a blessing, or a bruise. Blood everywhere,

he said, the red light hemorrhaging from everywhere at once. The train

station blue, your lips blue, hands cold and the blue wind. Or a horse,

your favorite horse now raised up again out of the mud and galloping

galloping always toward you. In your ruined shirt, on the last day, while

the bruise won't heal, and the stain stays put, the red light streaming in

from everywhere at once. Your broken ribs, the back of your head, your

hand to mouth or hand to now, right now, like you mean it, like it's split-

ting you in two. Now look at the lights, the lights.

16, You and your lover are making out in the corner booth of a seedy bar.

The booths are plush and the drinks are cheap and in this dim and

smoky light you can barely tell whose hands are whose. Someone raises

their glass for a toast. Is that the Hand of Judgment or the Hand of

Mercy? The bartender smiles, running a rag across the burnished wood

of the bar. The drink in front of you has already been paid for. Drink it

the bartender says. It's yours, you deserve it. It's already been paid for.

Somebody's paid for it already. There's no mistake, he says. It's your drink,

the one you asked for, just the way you like it. How can you refuse Hands

of fire, hands of air, hands of water, hands of dirt. Someone's doing all

the talking but no one's lips move. Consider the hairpin turn. /END IMAGE 3

IMAGE 4: 24, You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves

you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terr-

ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself

a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy,

and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to

choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and

he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your

heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you

don't even have a name for. /END IMAGE 4

/END ALT TEXT]

[izzenithal]

Percy “Has Been Waiting to Use This Meme as an Excuse” Jackson, and Annabeth “Never Seen a Meme” Chase

[honestlydarkprincess]

watching the percy jackson show be like

[writing-prompt-s]

When someone dies, the afterlife they go to is determined by WHERE they died. Dying in Scandinavia sends the soul to Valhalla or Hel, but dying in Greece lands them in Hades, and so on. You have just died in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

[b1dl0]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Streaming companies are the landlords of media. You will rent in perpetuity, and never actually own anything.

[fuck-you-showerthoughts]

✨🏴‍☠️ PIRATE AND DOWNLOAD YOUR FAVORITE MEDIA IMMEDIATELY. PIRATE AND DOWNLOAD YOUR FAVORITE MEDIA IMMEDIATELY 🏴‍☠️✨

[fuck-you-showerthoughts]

1. Download Firefox

2. Add the following extensions: uBlock Origin, AdBlocker Ultimate, Privacy Badger, Privacy Possum, minerBlock (ClearURLs and Don’t track me Google also recommended but not necessary for this)

3. Go forth brave soldier

[wingscanspeak]

I am going to eat this entire candy cane.

[nightowlsupreme]

You’re going to get a cavity

[wingscanspeak]

good

[wingscanspeak]

30 min later, not much progress. 

[wingscanspeak]

Its been an hour. I bit my tongue, my teeth hurts and I’m almost halfway done…

[casualfanboy]

One hour and half done. That’s impressive That takes real skill and perseverance

[wingscanspeak]

an hour and a half. my grandma called and I didnt take it so i could eat this… i hate everything

[wingscanspeak]

i’d rather be eating anything but this

[wingscanspeak]

two and a half hours…. my mouth will never taste normal again

[wingscanspeak]

3 fucking hours

I’ve tasted Satans asshole and it tastes like 3 hours of mint. 

[wingscanspeak]

Please. Please don’t bring this back.

[butchercat]

‘Tis the season.

[clausy4life-deactivated20190624]

It’s November

[killjoygem]

TO BE JOLLY

[taiscerayne2426]

I’ve tasted Satan’s asshole and it tasted like 3 hours of mint

[wingscanspeak]

Y’all can’t forget this for like one year can you

[imsomeguy1]

fuck no

[sleepinginmygrave]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[kyraneko]

OP how’s it feel to know that if you’d stuck that thing up your butt instead you’d’ve been out of the ER three hours before you finished eating it?

[arachnidsgrrip]

Where the FUCK is “Hoes Mad, Reblog to have a karkalicious 2009”

[teapartiez]

You mean THIS “Hoes Mad, Reblog to have a karkalicious 2009”?!????!

[homestuckhomestuckhomestuck]