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Returning to tumblr after being on twitter for so long genuinely feels so relieving. I can now post about my need to chug dicks while a girl makes fun of me for getting kicked out of clown college because I was overqualified for the love of the game, instead of clout.
I had a dream that I went to a video rental store (???) and they had a gundam manga where everything was the same except the entire cast was cambrian creatures (?????)
God me and some friends are talking abt being dense af rn and i just remembered this one time i was shopping w my dad and i wanted to get rainbow shoelaces at the dr martins shop. And there was this punk girl, dyed hair face piercings rlly cute, behind the counter and like prince charming putting the shoe on cinderellas foot she offered to lace my gay shoelaces into my dr martins and i let her. “Wow what good customer service!”. And then in the car my DAD had to tell me that she was flirting with me a major L to gay people over the world
She was on her knees for me and everything and i noticed NOTHING im still so embarrassed good god
This world is so cruel
Why would you curse me like this 😭😭😭
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The Phoenix Price, Part 1
The rebirthing always began with a dreadful clarity. Whereas the first (and only, for most everyone else) birth was in darkness and confusion, the rebirth was blindingly brilliant. Soft green flames licked every inch of my flesh, not quite painful but still tugging at me, like a million tiny hooks burrowed in my skin and pulling outwards ever so slightly. It dawned on me that the analogy probably would have sounded painful to anyone else, but really it was just immense discomfort that I felt.
Muscle and sinew and skin began to stretch outwards from the bits of myself that I could still feel, the flame mending and amending whatever had been left of my body before this all started. It was bad this time. I could tell, even this early on. I’d lost an arm, my left, many of my bones were shattered, and somewhere beneath the mess of it all my heart had punctured, although I couldn’t tell if that was by my broken rib or an outside object. It didn’t matter. None of it did. My body would return to the way it had been, in pristine health as though nothing had happened.
What mattered was the price.
I opened my eyes as feeling returned to my freshly reformed left arm, sticking out of my torn shirt as if the sleeve had been the only part ripped off. I flexed my fingers, bent it at the elbow, testing it. Yep. It was an arm. My arm. As though nothing had happened.
“Lena.”
The familiar deep voice drew my attention from myself and to my audience. It was my sister that had spoken, looking down at me with that painfully familiar expression. Like she was being torn apart by both worry for me and anxiety over what would come out of my mouth next. That it would be her this time. It had been her once, but this time… Well best speak fast and ease her concerns.
“Jack. It was pretty bad this time, huh?”
I said it as nonchalant as I could muster, hoping that my usual attitude would ease her worries. Sure enough she did relax a little, when she realized I still recognized her. The trauma of being forgotten one had stuck with her all this time. I felt a familiar ache in my heart but tried to ignore it as I went back to making sure my body was functional.
“We were… Ambushed. On the mountain pass. One of them knew about you and before I could stop her, she’d… taken your whole arm off. You fell pretty hard after that. Took us hours to climb down here, even after we fought the rest of them off.”
“I would have jumped right after you, if someone hadn’t stopped me.”
A dagger-like voice stabbed itself in the middle of our conversation, and I realized another woman was standing a few feet to Jack’s side, head towards Jack but eyes glancing sidelong towards me. Just like me she was trying to bury her concerns, but I could read the anxiety and worry in her eyes, could practically hear her begging for it not to be her this time. I offered her the best smile I could muster and responded in kind.
“I think Jack was just worried about me accidentally burning you to a crisp in the middle of a fight, Carve.”
Elysia’s eyes lit up as I spoke one of her names and she visibly relaxed, not even offering one of her usual barbs. She might have been even more afraid of it being her than Jack had been.
“Thank goodness you’re okay…”
A third voice chimed in and I instinctively swiveled my head to see it’s owner.
Immediately I froze, the heavy lump of my tongue feeling like it was clogging up my throat. There was a third woman standing next to Jack and Elysia, one that I.. I didn’t recognize. She was shorter than the others, with a soft round face whose smile only made the icy feeling in my chest even more apparent.
I had no idea who this was, and the stark unfamiliarity made me want to cry somehow. Somehow, I still couldn’t hold myself back from asking the question.
“Who are you?”
Confusion set itself immediately on her face, as she stepped forward, placing a hand over her chest.
“What do you mean? Lena, it’s me, —.”
My brain refused to process whatever name exited her throat. Cold sweat tricked down my temple, reflecting the bright green flames still licking away at my body.
“I… I’m sorry I…”
Words failed to process. My whole body felt so heavy it could collapse inward on itself. I… I got the sense I had lost something really important, something I could never get back no matter how hard I tried. My vision grew darker, my world being blanketed under the weight of new cruel reality. Whoever this person was in front of me, what had she meant to me? I tried piecing together my memories, stitching together the major events of the last couple years, even though I knew it was all in vain.
“—, she needs a moment to rest and I… I need to talk to you about something. Carve, you take care of Lena.”
The expression Jack bore as she walked the other woman off was apologetic and soft. If this was serious enough that she was willing to rely on Elysia then… things were really bad after all. The moment Jack was out of sight, I felt Elysia’s bony limbs tighten around me in a desperate embrace.
“I’m sorry.. I’m just… glad it wasn’t me. I’m sorry.”
I got that the feeling that… It wasn’t me that she was apologizing to. I forgave her anyway.
“I’m happy it wasn’t you either.”
My eyes never left the direction the other two walked off, even as I could feel Elysia start to sob into my shoulder.
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Yonic dish found in NY
less than a month to go boys
[ID: drawing of an upset light blue dog on a black background with white text reading “I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me” overlaid eleven times. End ID]
that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks
this tweet hasn't left my mind once in the two years since it's been posted
we only use the quietest of potatoes to make our famous “hush browns” 🤫
I open my tumblr app and read this post, and I let it wash over me like the gentle tide. I know that when I die, this post, like the sweetest of sea foams, will be there to take me lovingly into the depths.
girl with no problems
infatuated with weird trans girls. rb if you're also a weird trans girl
i mean i wrote that post about a real life woman whose actual fingers i want forced in my mouth but it's great that you saw your beatles rpf bleed through the contours of my desire man. all of us are facets on the infinite gem of god's earth. personally i can't see ringo domming
harry potter still being number 3 most blogged about book this year. i think we need to start just attacking people or something?
"bottoms can't fuck each other" uh huh sure*goes back to watching two girls whimper nd make out with each other nd feel each other up*
Don't forget the frotting
the thing that bothers me about dragon riders is that the dragon absolutely does not have to let you climb on its back. your ability to 'ride' the dragon is entirely dependent on the dragon allowing you to do that. it could fly just fine without you sitting there. which means you are not a dragon rider, not really. that beast is not your pet. you're the dragon's pet. you're its trophy wife.
that dragon is absolutely showing you off to all its friends and going 'look at this fucking thing i found on the ground lol'
