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@nehxinunne
I. HATE. IN-TEXT. CITATIONS.
Not just when I'm writing a paper, but when I'm READING a textbook it looks SO messy (Rick-Astley, 1969, p. 420) and it's SO distracting, (Morbius, 2022) and SO disruptive (Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, & Rudolph, 1964.) to my reading and (Bird, Grouch, Monster, & Monster, 1997 ) learning process. And why are some of them SO FUCKING (According, 2007; To & All, 1991; Known, Laws, & Of, 2378; Aviation, 57 B.C.E.) LONG???
i don’t know nothing about mooming but i am best friends with that three inch tall onion head FREAK that looks like an 80 year old 2 year old
this thing is every swear word personified
oh yeah, i doodled a thing for @pageslikepetals
sometimes i just wanna be one of those renaissance girls from the paintings with all my friends and our titties are out and we’re in the water and its summer and if my friend kisses me, she kisses me you know? no big deal! we could have a wedding right here in this lake with our titties out girl, i love you
listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
If you’re about to do something to impress a man, don’t
Void Mage Aegir got Sylastair Wolfhart for his secret santa. Hearing that the casino owner liked to play triple triad, he went to the market and bought the first pack of Triad cards he could find. It looks like there were some good ones in there! (But also a lot of junk and repeats)
on my way home i saw two men kiss goodbye and then hold hands, both looking in the opposite direction, and then slowly walk away from each other till their hands broke apart but kept their arms reaching out behind them as they separated and now Im left to process that without discussion they part that dramatically every time one of them has to go the grocery store and the other one to the post office
Back at it with the John Mulaney memes ✨✨✨
Winter looks: baby pink faux fur coat, blood stained silk slip, messy curls, gold eyeliner, smudged mascara, ‘Money Power Glory’ playing in the background
consider korrasami in that gay open shirt outfit 👀👀👀🔥🔥🔥
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wow, it’s been some time since I posted some korrasami!
Evelynn - Jessica Oyhenart
Prompt #8: Crag
Nelani Nunne let her feet carry her, heedless of direction. It wasn’t unusual for her - the ground, the trees, the water of the Shroud all spoke to her at different times, telling her where she needed to go, and the voices were all the stronger and more familiar the closer she got to her clan’s territory.
She could feel the amusement of a nearby tree as it let a branch fall at exactly the right time to trip up one of the Wood Wailers chasing her, and she stifled a wicked laugh. Their mistake, thinking the Shroud was on their side.
Her path led her to a sheer vertical wall of stone, a crag that seemed impassable if you didn’t know what you were doing. Nell, however, did, finding nigh-invisible handholds and footholds in the rock that allowed her to swarm up it quickly and quietly, dangling at the top before tensing her arms and flipping herself up and over.
Nell lay there for a moment in silence, listening to the distant sounds of the Wailers as they reached the dead end and milled around in confusion. A quiet snerk of laughter escaped as she heard one of them try to climb, make it partway up and then fall.
After a quarter bell of trying to figure out where she’d gone, the Wailers gave up and shuffled off back the way they’d come, arguing the whole way. Nell rolled over onto her back and stared up at the clouds, patting the rock next to her with one hand. Thank you.
The elemental of stone sent back its amusement and a sense that, when she needed to get down, there would once more be sufficient grip available to do so.
A fanged grin spread over her face, and she closed her eyes.
My forest.
