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@pataytayo
i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp
May all of you find jobs and careers to support yourselves, your families, your pets, and may you never spend a single night dreading going to work the next day. May your jobs be fulfilling, safe, rewarding, prosperous, and healthy for you and your goals.
Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
unfortunately i do believe that every time i delay watching a film it’s because it’s going to find me at the perfect time
always some new bullshit in the ocean
Why is it always orcas or dolphins
Why can't a salmon do some bullshit for once
worry not ☝️ they're doing coke
“You write the beginning and then you go back and rewrite the beginning, and you never got off page one. It’s kind of a syndrome, and I have a rash piece of advice which is — Go on, page two, page three, and never look back. Get something finished, no matter how lousy it is. […] Perfectionists cannot get going unless they kind of do violence to their own instincts, and just blast ahead.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Last Interview and Other Conversations
why is there an upgrade button on gmail. why does twitter want me to scan my palm to get into my account. why is google a chatbot. why does the transit app make a transit app wrapped for me. why does youtube keep shoving its infinitely scrollable shortform content down my throat. why do my doctor and psychiatrist and therapist want to use an ai notetaker during our appointments. why do free trials want my credit card number. why are most scholarship websites just data brokers. how do i make capitalone stop sending me mail. why is my school making its own special chat gpt powered chatbot. why is every third video on instagram an undisclosed ad. why is nothing online real anymore. why is everything so FUCKING STUPID
mature content warnings on text posts of nothing but letters on a screen. . . remember when you were allowed to post like an adult and not be shamed or silenced for it
there is no acceptable explanation for this post being given a mature content warning outside of saying that you are an adult baby on the cyber nanny website!
They hate me for being a horny pervert but I have warriors defending my honour across the globe
"You know what's harder than Getting Better? Living Like That" is just the thesis for my whole shit going on right now honestly. You know what's harder than doing my physical therapy? Hurting All The Time. You know what's harder than addressing my gender dysphoria? Hurting All The Time
I'm Doing The Hard Thing and it's *easier* than how I was living before. If you make yourself feel better you will have more energy to spend on Getting Better. Nice inch nails - the upward spiral. Crawl out of your grave Thursday
americans are sooo desensitized to guns and sometimes it manifests in ways that affect your media literacy. like remember in the first episode of sherlock when john watson opens up his drawer and you see a gun in there and youre supposed to understand that this is narratively significant and conveys his suicidality as well as his willingness to skirt rules and laws but the first time i watched it i was like oh well theres his desk gun. lots of people have those
the annoying thing about weightlifting is that you have to lift weights that are a little too heavy for you if you want to get stronger. and you have to push yourself outside of your comfort zone in order to keep building muscle. fucked up.
thank god this same principle doesnt apply to any other skill you want to improve at! that would really suck.
By Gerda Wegener, 1925
Even in a post-capitalist, post-consumerist world, you still need to produce goods, as a result of this, you need factories because it is more effective to have a few people making a lot of clothes in a factory than every woman being forced to sit down and spin wool all day.
The issue with factories is poor wages, unsafe working conditions and environmental impact, all of which can be fixed through things like regulatory bodies and unions, the issue is not the fact that goods are no longer all made at home
In another life I would have loved to poison the abusive husbands of the women in my village
In Vino Veritas: A Nessian Story MASTERLIST
“In wine lies the truth”
Summary: Nesta Archeron is convinced she has everything she wants: a law degree from an ivy, a prestigious job, a gorgeous boyfriend, and excellent taste in wine. However, when she wanders into her local wine vendor and meets a handsome stranger unafraid to play her quick-witted games, she begins to wonder if the life she’s built is really the one she wants.
Cash Kahukore worked his entire adolescent life to become a sommelier, ignoring the slurs his mixed heritage have always earned him as he fought his way to the top. When a gorgeous lawyer comes in to his uncle’s shop one afternoon, he immediately recognizes a worthy opponent in her. Undaunted by her sharp tongue and possessive boyfriend, he’s determined to be her friend, and—as time goes on and their circumstances change—possibly something more.
THIS STORY ISN’T APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN, WHICH INCLUDES TEENAGERS UNDER 18. If you’re under 18, this story’s mature themes weren’t intended for your consumption. I would strongly urge you to focus on age-appropriate media instead.
This a prequel to Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots that takes place three years before. If you love Elriel (and don’t mind finding out how this story ends) check it now.
Chapter One: Cheval
“Nesta Archeron.”
“Cash.”
“Please tell me that’s a nickname.”
“Are you always this charming, Nesta Archeron?”
Chapter Two: Ornellaia
“Okay, I’ll bite: why do men like me need women like you?”
“Because an unchecked male ego is like a landslide; it gathers speed quickly and leaves a mess in its wake. The world doesn’t have time to waste clearing your boulder-sized bullshit from the path of progress.”
“Doesn’t that mean women like you also need men like me? You can’t keep a tongue sharp if you don’t have something rough to sharpen it against.”
Chapter Three: Bollinger
Cash gave a sheepish laugh as he looked down at the scuffed chukka boots her wore, and Nesta found herself adding, “She’s a lucky girl, Cash. The woman you end up with.”
It was truer than he even knew, and harder to bear than she’d expected. She had a sudden image of Cash in the arms of some unknown brunette beauty, and she felt her hands curling to fists.
Chapter Four: Roussillon (TW: domestic violence)
“Give me your phone,” she said, wiggling her fingers.
Dazed, he pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. A minute later she was handing it back, her expression resolute.
“There,” she said. “Now it’s official: we’re friends.”
Chapter Five: Mar de Frades (TW: domestic violence)
She choked on the tears, wincing as she brushed one from her a battered cheek.
“You’re a good friend, Cash.”
He softened again.
“I’m no more than you deserve. Try and get some rest. I will be here when you wake up.”
Chapter Six: Armand de Brignac (TW: brief mentions of domestic violence)
“Tell me it’s going to be okay,” Nesta said quietly. “If you say it, I’ll believe you.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Cash said.
She bit her lip, feeling childish as she asked, “how do you know?”
He gave a winsome smile, and Nesta was sure she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.
“Because you’re a queen, Nesta Archeron. Now straighten your crown, go in there, and see your will be done.”
Chapter Seven: Domaine du Pegau
“They’re lovely,” she said, gesturing to the bouquet.
“So are you,” he replied, loving the way her blush deepened.
“Thank you,” she said before quickly adding, “For the flowers. The tawdy compliment, obviously, you can keep.”
He grinned.
“Please, you loved it.”
She glanced up at him through her lashes. Even in her heels she was considerably shorter than him.
“Maybe,” she admitted.
Chapter Eight: Domaine Serene
“Please, Cash, just let me explain.”
For the first time since Nesta had known him, Cash pulled away from her touch, as if it disgusted him.
“Don’t come to the shop,” he said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want to see you.”
“Cassian!”
He merely shook his head again.
“Have a great life, Nesta.”
Chapter Nine: Umsasane
“You said—” Nesta began, but he cut her off with a shake of his head.
“Fuck what I said,” Cash whispered, fingers finding gentle purchase at the base of her skull as they twined in her hair. “I’m still—but I can’t just let you walk away.”
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded, clasping his wrist where it rested against her neck. “Cash, I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
Chapter Ten: Dom Perignon
“Are you seriously nervous about tonight, because you have no reason to be; everyone is going to love you.”
“Everyone except Mor, you mean.”
Cash’s frown deepened, though his gaze remained almost unbearably tender.
“Don’t worry about her.”
“How can I not?”
Chapter Eleven: Veuve Cliquot
“Fuck him,” Cash said. “He’s a selfish, insecure prick. Do you want me to go talk to her?”
“Maybe,” she said, huffing out a breath. “God, I just—I cannot stand the way he speaks to her.”
“I know, but that isn’t your fault.”
“Isn’t it?”
Next Time on In Vino Veritas….
“For the record, I am only hear as a courtesy to Cash. My love life is none of your business.”
“You made it my business when you hit on my barely-legal sister.”
“Nothing even happened last night! And I’m not comfortable discussing Feyre behind her back like she’s a naughty child.”
OMFG OMFG OMFG I TRULY AM SCREAMING IT IS A CASSIAN WEEK GIFT UNTO US ALL THIS US THE BEST NEWS OF MY LIFE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CASSIAN’S EVER AND MY FAVOURITE AFFORDABLE CHAMPAGNE I WILL WEEP FROM JOY WOWOWOWOWWOO!!!!
Brb re-reading the whole story thank you
