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[spiribia]

can Mother Mother put whoever did the vocals on "Sleep Awake" on lead vocals more often. what a unique sound. just looked it up, molly guldemond. let's put her on the phone.

[akkpipitphattana]

sand’s lil jaw twitch when ray suggests for sand to call him a burden to society just like he did before… oof

[daniffen]

picking up fhr again and trying to slot back into my little dudes’ brains and going huh. whuh.

[bioeviled]

i skipped ahead. and watched jake & sherry's re6 cutscenes because i have no self-control and i'm having trouble getting through code veronica as well as reading a bit about jake on the wiki and man...........

thinking about how he was betrayed at 17 by a father figure he looked up to and took it really hard................... thinking about how wesker betrayed the stars team, including chris, in a seemingly very similar way........ and how that knowledge would impact jake..........

[mermaidsirennikita]

oh, to be an aspiring romance novelist and current book blogger when Republican lawmakers are trying to redefine obscenity

(and to be clear to anyone who reads romance novels in English or romance novels originally written in English—this does affect your reading habits regardless of whether or not you're American because the American market is a huge part of driving sales for these books, a ton of romance novelists are American, and the big 5 publishers do dominate much of the English-language publishing world and are, unfortunately, American)

(I sincerely wish the USA was not so entrenched in romance publishing, but it is what it is)

[sehaa-lvk]

ent. @lvnderhaze

CREAK. CLICK.

click. pause. click. the restroom is an black-brown vinyl and ivory porcelain echo chamber, minimally decorated for the user to have some sort of scenic experience. in comparison to the lavish, moody decor of the overlook, it's simplicity is a sight for sore eyes. never mind that it's the only corner of privacy on the island, where lens follow and eyes follow closer. the faucet runs, drowning out the burbling melody of the virtual call loading on the laptop sitting on the countertop. seha slips off his spectacles to cup the water, dousing it across the warmer patches of his face. he looks in the mirror. smiles, frowns, then smiles a little less, practicing what he'll show his psychiatrist this time. the better he's doing, the shorter the meeting. he'll smile, nod, tell her he's doing fine and wait for her to sign off on 3-month refill of his medications. it'll be curt and easy, he tells himself. then he can go back out, look into the cameras and lie about how nice it is to see so-and-so again when he can barely remember half of their names. "seha? hello seha, are you there?" the screen loads with his psychiatrist's greeting (her voice is agonizingly enthusiastic, with a condescending edge that gives away her specialty in children and that seha, who she's been treating since his high school years, is a special case).

he switches on the camera, the mic, smiles (tired but not too tired) and returns the greeting. their exchange is a practiced formula; he talks, she listens. she talks, and he pretends to listen, gaze somewhere between the camera and the time, occasionally responding with nods, hums, and the well-timed laugh to an unfunny joke.

his eyes flicker to the door, the psych's voice fading to a mum. it's cracked, unlocked, a sliver of light melding through. from beneath the frame, a shadow shifts from foot to foot. wordless, seha closes the laptop, taking off his airpods. he washes his hands, shuts off the faucet, and opens the door with a smile (kind, but not too kind).

"sorry," he says, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "you can use it now."

[amber-angel]

I saw Wicked today with my roommates. I have Thoughts

[roryparis]

course selection is going sooo