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killyovrmind | she/they | Mrs Spicy 🩷💜💙

[meanbuddhist]

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

[jennelikejennay]

turn your attention to The Character

[charl0ttan]

its crazy how pretty much every single thing you can possibly do eithetr feels bad at first and then good or good at first but then bad

[charl0ttan]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[geminiagentgreen]

[system-a-naturae]

[silbervvind]

[librarycards]

i think fat girls should walk around in crop tops booty shorts buzzcuts dyed hair piercings no bra killing and maiming all who stand in their way with weapons before sitting down for some yummy ice cream and so forth. it's the only way.

[librarycards]

#and hairy

AND HAIRY

[starlesssssss]

happy pride month to this photo in particular

[mellowmaidenhairs]

taz balance episode 66 comic

[glumshoe]

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

[glumshoe]

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

[glumshoe]

“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

[glumshoe]

“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

[nylarac]

not to be a pedantic hater but i wish tumblr accent wasn't the commonly used term to describe tumblrina typing quirks and phrases bc that is Not an accent it's a dialect!!

[seimsisk]

what's the difference here?

[nylarac]

accents just affect how you pronounce words

dialects also include grammar (like tumblr users' tendency to not captialize except for Emphasis or ending sentences with commas like this,,,,,) and vocabulary (blorbo, devil's sacrament, #mythis, etc)

[agnesmontague]

ive invented (note: dubious claim) something i call the bear diet which is mostly fruits and vegetables with fish as the main protein source and something like once a month you eat a few hyperprocessed foods of your liking because that is when you, the bear, raid a dumpster in the suburbs

[stellarskyes]

after the hyperprocessed foods, do you take tranquilizers to simulate getting captured by animal control and returned to the wild?

[agnesmontague]

i would settle for melatonin gummies but well. knock yourself out

[greenmossloveisreal1998iloveyou]

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

[whyenn-reader]

[alaspoorestyorick]

Thinking about how, in The Suffering Game, Taako sacrifices his "beauty" (whatever that means to him personally) and has his appearance permanently changed and how, on top of this being about his vanity, his appearance is unknowingly one of the only remnants/remainders of his sister he has? Like, they're identical twins, and the concept that his appearance is one of the only remnants of Lup left in the world after she was removed from everyone's memory is so interesting and sad to me. The idea that Taako unknowingly gave away one of his last links to Lup that he didn't even know he had, and feeling some sort of deep loss about it that he literally, physically cannot describe or think too hard about...and sure, he can magic his appearance back to an extent, but he has fundamentally lost such a big part of not only himself, but of the most important person in his life, and he doesn't even know.

[gingershambles]

In the past, on many occasions out of the corner of your eye, in the plane of a nearby window perhaps, or an especially shiny plate, you catch a glims of it. It feels like joy and the comfort of home and recognition and before it can sour, never lasting long enough for the taste of grief and loss to reach you, recognition hits and your reflection grins back at you, the joy must be pride, and the comfort is mearly confidence. and the recognition is you killing it once again in the outfit department.

You've spent hours since the suffering game staring at your reflection, tweeking the illusion you wear every waking moment, but despite knowing all the features that make taako taako, you don't get that feeling you called pride anymore when you catch your reflection.

Your confidence in your appearance is still intact but maybe it's the knowledge that it's an illusion that robs you of that moment of joy, replacing it with somthing that almost sticks around long enough in your static filled brain to be loneliness.

It seems the sacrifice you thought would cost you nothing has cost you something.

You just can't remember what it is.

[missing-sunday-blog]

Seeing you shouldn’t be this hard. Both times I saw you yesterday it stopped me dead in my tracks. My stomach has been in knots ever since. You still get to me.

[missingsvnday]

Hey girl? That was fight or flight response. You weren’t still in love with him, babe, you were having a panic attack.

[gumy-shark]

oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though

[scamguy]

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

[zombee]

merle highchurch is character of all time. chooses to be a priest like some people choose to be accountants but becomes his god's favorite anyway. fucks plants. absentee father who makes it right but knows the hurt will never go away. jealous of a ten year old. relentlessly pesters man who cuts his arm off to save his life simply because he swung the axe. doesn't hesitate to say no when he's offered a fix for that. plays chess with the embodiment of cosmic horror homicidal nihilism. chooses joy. chooses joy. CHOOSES JOY!!!!!

[sinclairsting]

Write if you can.

If you can't write: Edit.

If you can't edit: Outline.

If you can't outline: Brainstorm.

If you can't brainstorm: Rest.

Writing is many tasks. Do whichever ones you can handle and you'll still be making progress.

[chromaticabrasions]

girl, i specifically told you to put your records on