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This is the Jackie Aina money pic. Reblog and watch your skin clear, your edges grow, and your bank account flourish!
Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits
Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
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this worked last night lets go for round two
reblog or the gods of glo up will not bless you
Can’t take that chance
Shit I used to roll my eyes at posts like this but I ain’t takin no chances now lol
→ . THE CRIMSON YEAR ( character intro pt 4 by r.r.y @starshots )
“Let me tell you something, Yina.”
Bronze clicked against wood as Anmi set her mirror down. Something cold shivered its way through the air. She turned.
Her eyes were a suffocating, molten gold.
They swirled like pools of water, arresting Yina’s attention and growing larger and larger until it was all she could see. She willed herself to look away, but could only stare, rooted in place. A scream planted itself in her throat and tried to blossom outward. It could not. Her will was nothing. She was prisoner in her own skin, a lifeless puppet made only to obey.
Anmi stood up and stepped calmly forward, shortening the distance between them. She seemed to glide more than walk. “A fox is a fox.” The other girl said. “You can cage it, tame it, put it out on display for everyone around you to admire, but that will never change its nature or take away its claws and teeth.”
She was close now. Her fingers reached out, and gently grazed part of Yina’s cheek. Something warm and liquid seemed to seep down the surface of her skin in a thin line.
“So please be careful.”
Anmi smiled. Sweet. Genuine. It lit up her eyes. Her very suddenly normal, brown eyes.
The world slid back into place. Yina sucked in a rattling, desperate breath with the lungs of someone who had been close to drowning.
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ALLOW THE FROST TO KILL THE THINGS THAT MUST DIE. SEASONS PIVOT AND SHIFT AND YET YOU ARE ALIVE
I just wanna let y’all know that you do fanfic tropes all of the time, we just don’t describe them like beginning writers do. You:
Push your shoes off with your toes or with the tip of your shoe, most likely. Props for drama if you yank your converse or your vans or your boots off like a soldier in a scyfi drama, but otherwise, you’re “toeing your shoes off”
Humans are much better at dissecting scents than we give ourselves credit for. If you sit there long enough, you could dissect how your friend smells. I smell like “old, beat up cars, the sour citrus he isn’t supposed to have, and something musty and natural and unique to him that clings to all of his clothes.” In order that’s old flannel, three day old hair mousse, and fish tank water. Smells like cigarettes and oils cling to your clothes, stuff like fishtanks and the food in your kitchen seeps into your belongings. Don’t feel bad about describing scents, people carry our houses with us everywhere.
Have you ever pet someone else’s hair? That’s “carding your fingers through.” That’s it. It’s the same thing.
Ever walked around barefoot? Its three am and you’re trying to make Dark Lunch? You’ve padded around. You signal to other people nonverbally whether its coughing or sighing that you’re there so that you don’t scare them.
Smirking is a thing most of us do with our face. Grinning, looking cheeky, and raising our eyebrows are also all things your face does. Sorry :/
You might not get this if you’re a straight girl whose never had sex, but sometimes that little strip of skin between ya shirt and ya hips? The mouth can go there. That’s an intimate place to touch and its a vulnerable place to be exposed. Overused maybe, but a valid way to show a shift in the situation.
We all sigh!! Are some of y’all really saying that sighing isn’t a thing you do ten thousand times a week?? You don’t sigh when someone says something stupid as shit?? You don’t sigh when you gotta get up??
SAID IS A VALID WORD
Everything on your face casts shadows, I’m sorry you have weak eyelashes, or that somehow your brows are flat with your eyeballs
People laugh silently! I’m sorry you’ve never laughed that hard!! People giggle! People snort! People double over and move and flail! Have you ever fucking laughed?
For that matter how do y’all not blush and can you teach me
I’d also like to say sorry if: your heart has never skipped a beat reading something terrible, or when you saw someone you liked even platonically, or if you’ve never been so surprised all you could do was blink, that you never looked at someone like you loved them, and that you somehow never fucking show any emotion in your voice or your posture at all
Tl;Dr: Some of y’all are dragging people for shit you don’t know how to describe and damn if you ain’t still reading things and then telling beginning writers that they’re describing impossible things and writing weirdly when y’all don’t even write shit, its obnoxious as hell. To y’all that do write and are aggressively against this post, I bet you sure as hell use EPITHETS INAPPROPRIATELY ANYWAY, DON’T YA?
reblog the Don Draper of getting a job he’s unqualified for and you’ll have 10 years of getting jobs you’re unqualified for
This is the sickest burn.
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living in the suburbs is like mall. Movies. Mall again. Go to target. Go to gamestop. Back to the mall. Barnes and noble. Back to the mall. Chili’s. Back to the mall. Eat hot chip. Lie. And I’m SICK of it!!!!!
I’m sorry god please forgive me I would give anything to go to Barnes and noble and then dinner at Chili’s with a lava mountain cake please lord take me back I’ll never complain again
maybe this is all that love is. the stray eyelash plucked so softly off their cheek, collars adjusted mid-sentence, the ladle passing back and forth as the sauce simmers (and how you blow it gently before they taste and still – ’it’s hot, careful’ – and then – ’more salt? more ginger? five more minutes? yes, five more minutes’) and voices humming in the next room, happily distracted, and no one there to hear it, to know about it, but you and you listen, stopped in the middle of whatever you were doing, to listen without saying anything, without walking in because it is a moment entirely theirs, not for anything but listening to, knowing that your place is to just be there, to hold that moment, because it is a gift beyond words that you’re lucky enough to be there to hear it, until the humming stops, and the world comes back and all you can do is go back to your task, aware suddenly of how delicate, how fragile all of it is.
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