cherry valley forever
if i look back, i am lost
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shark vs the universe
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Stranger Things
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we're not kids anymore.
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Origami Around
Sade Olutola
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
Jules of Nature
noise dept.
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@eloquentdreams
if policies like "be nice" and "don't do slavery" are going to be "the fall of western civilization" then why would anyone be against that outcome
fuuuuck if the Evil Empire Of Misery And Sadness gets defeated the dow jones is gonna PLUMMET duuude we canttttt think about the dowwww
LEON S. KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL, dev. Capcom
i love u leonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn <3
to me, correctly using 5+ commas in a single sentence is like perfectly executing a combo in a fighting game. to me.
if you think a sentence needs 5+ commas it should be two sentences
itβs not about what the sentence needs, iβm afraid, nor is it about economy, clarity, or style. itβs about winning, little-theatre-fairy.
Comment on my MA thesis:
When dissertating I consistently got dinged for sentences 10+ lines long. I doubt that John Milton got the same feedback so why are you riding my ass? Theyβre grammatically correct. Shut up.
my favourite part of ao3 not having an algorithm is that i can click on any random fic, out of whatever curiosity (morbid or otherwise) i may have on a whim, knowing I won't spend the next three months having ''similar'' content constantly shoved in my face in a desperate attempt to keep me engaged while i stab the not interested button over and over with a growing rage bubbling beneath my skin
I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
reblog if you remember having to ration your text messages and accidentally opening the internet on your phone was the end of the world
thinking about the time some terf dipshit on twitter said "you weirdos will be saying TREES are a social construct next" and I got nerdsniped and waded in like "trees ARE a social construct. there is no fundamental binary characteristic that separates trees from other plants" and well, I'll spare you the details but the conversation ended with the dipshit yelling "PALM TREES HAVE WOOD" which is hilarious because "wood" actually does have a pretty unambiguous, binary definition and palms in fact do not qualify
maomao is my favorite "not like other girls" style protagonist bc for one shes a girls girl through and through. to the bone. and two she's just a weird little freak. absolute lunatic. they have the whole "omg she's actually beautiful and everyone falls for her when she's all made up" trope but the punchline is that she does not fucking want to look like that. she actively puts dirt on her face every day bc she does not want to be perceived as attractive (mostly out of fear of being used for sex work though at the same time she has the utmost respect for women who do sex work like she grew up in a brothel those are her sisters). she's Sherlock level smart and solves every mystery so fast but goes "well thats none of my business. anyway back to testing poisons on myself" she has the 2nd most powerful guy in the nation head over heels in love with her and is like "man this guy is weird around me what's his deal. I guess he's fine though because he gives me rare medicines and has no dick" fucking ICON i love her. also she once slapped someone so hard they fell on the floor. 10/10
When you accidentally say the q word (quest) and your knight starts gently clanking from their happy wiggles like now you've done it, you have to send them into the dragon's lair or their helmet ploom will droop and they'll start waxing sad poetic in the moonlight
MC: Surgery is so weird! I mean they cut you open, dig around, if they touch something metal your nose lights up. Like, "ping!"
Zayne: You cannot be serious.
MC: What? That's what I learned.
Zayne: From Operation? The children's board game?
Fanart for Shadow of the Fox by Julie Kagawa
this was SUCH a great series! With an epic, heart wrenching amazing ending!! I adore all the characters π₯°
I love it when a story defines good and evil not as moral values but as camps in opposition to one another where "good" is the dominant camp that declares itself good by virtue of that position of power and "evil" is all the people lining up to oppose the forces of good because they're fucked up actually. Yes this is about Assistant to the Villain.
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You know how every time you try to plug in a USB itβs the wrong way, then the wrong way again, then finally the right way?
Yeah, thatβs not happening with Mecha Angel Caleb. Idc what attachment he uses, that thing is going into my slot on the first try and itβs not coming out until I hear him whimper in C++.
a/n: long awaited desi!reader<3 tell me if you want more :3
Your house is quiet when he enters. The silence is eerie after the commotion he'd caused back in the n109 zone, and despite the knowledge that there is no threat to you here, he can't help the surge of worry that shoots through him.
A few moments more and ah, he hears the slow jingle of anklets. Like a siren's song, their enchanting chime lures him in, deeper into the home you've made, decorated with pieces of your heritage, from the sandalwood incense stand to the tapestry, your house is sprinkled with the essence of you.
"Darling?" he calls out, testing the waters, seeing if you'll hear him. A breath later, soft music fills the house and he chuckles, you know he's here.
"In here, love," you say and he follows your voice, the tinkling of your anklets only growing louder as you move around your room, He'd asked you to be ready for a fancy dinner and was close to buying you a dress on his own when you'd waved his offer away.
"Buy me a dress when you take me out next time, jaan. I have the perfect thing for this."
He'd expected maybe a different cut or color but one thing he'd learned when he was with you was to always expect the unexpected.
And so, when he finally walks through your doorway, with the sun rays shining through your windows, he can't help but stare.
Because you're possibly the most beautiful you've ever been in the thousands of memories he's ever had of you. Because the sun shines just right on your brown, glowing skin. Because your kohl-lined eyes gaze at him with all the love in the world, albeit a little nervous, and the dress.
The dress.
"It's a lehenga, Sylus. Do you like it?" you ask, henna-decorated fingers fidgeting.
How could you possibly think he just likes it? When every dragonic instinct instilled in him since his rebirth has resurfaced, when every part, every version of him that is in his head is repeating in his mind, like a broken record-
Hoard.
He fights between wanting to take you to the abyss with him, where you can be with him and his gold and jewels, and showing you off for the world to see. For all the people in the restaurant to admire, and to weep.
Because this treasure is his.
He doesn't say a word, he only moves closer, drinking in every drop of you bathed in the sunlight like a parched traveler.
He gulps, "Darling, you look ethereal." He runs his hands through the intricate threadwork of the lehenga, fascinated with the shine of the set jewels. Your necklace makes him want to shove his face between your shoulder and jaw and tear it off of you, but not for the jewels of the necklace, no, of course not.
The dragon only wants you.
You giggle, a sound he savors, "You like it, huh?"
"I love it." he murmurs, taking your hands in his and focusing on the art on your hands, "I love you"
With a mischievous smile, you look at him, "Look for your name."
His heart beats faster, "My..name?"
You nod, "Legend says that if you find it, we'll be lovers forever."
As if that isn't already the case, he reigns in all the focus he has ever learned to muster to look, to seek, to search for his name. He looks at your fingers, and palms and reverently turns them over, and there, On your ring finger, is his name.
He pauses, kissing your fingers, looking up at you like he's a devotee and you're the benevolent goddess he's worshipped all his life.
"Looks like we're together forever, sweetie."
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