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manifest w me babes
I woke up so late today but hopefully will get stuff done regardless
qotd
What pieces of theatre have you watched recently, or poems have you enjoyed?
Day 21/28
130
to do
walk / run / work out (thinking this will be part of my next "challenge")
write more (esp than yesterday rip)
read book
source book engl prof recommended (abt poetry to see if i can do the class)
reply to engl prof abt class
maybe email prof to see if he received my essay?
PUT. AWAY. CLOTHING.
think about big weekly goals for this year (again)
canva :)
maybe transcribe my book? but idk i might wait to do that because i hate computers
I got a fair amount done yesterday, despite only being awake for a few hours. Might do some skincare tonight again, I have rly been neglecting it lol
Duo
2/2 next lessons
2/2 perfect lessons
15/15 minutes learning
Forest
0/45 mins any tree
0/4 any tree
0/1 star coral
this is VERY niche but i saw a trc post saying blue is thrifting and gets gansey a shirt that says community dick and my first thought after “that’s hilarious and probably right” was “who in evocation” and correct me if i’m wrong but despite instinct saying it’s david my heart says it’s probably rhys who would be gifted the shirt in that scenario
Anon I fear you understand Rhys McGowan on a deeper level than I, the author, previously thought possible.
Top Marks crochet headbands and knit caps, circa 1970s
got to say, the first time I read Dracula, I paid no attention to the dates
and, uh, Dracula Daily is really bringing home how much time Jonathan is gone for
and also, how long the novel is? like, how much time it covers? you read the book and you're like, yeah okay, six or seven entries from Jonathan, and then you're getting the emails and it's like oh okay, months, it's months, there's a whole month that he's stuck in the castle for
that's a lot of time! brings it home how much poor Jonathan is really stuck for
top marks | daisy & logan
Being as well-read and imaginative as she was, Daisy was thrilled when her partner for the swiping event was as on board with a role-play scene as she was. Granted, there had to be good reason for the fact that they were paired together - that was the point, after all. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Logan Lodge was an absolute dreamboat - tall, powerful, intimidating in the best way, Daisy was putty in his doubtlessly capable hands. However, they’d decided on a slightly different route for their scene that would actually have Daisy starting off in an authoritative role, as flimsy as it was. Her long red hair was pinned up in a neat bun, held up by a pencil. She had on thick-rimmed glasses and a deep-cut navy-blue blouse that showed off her generous cleavage and a little peak of the lacy black bra she had on underneath, pushing up her large, perky tits so that they were practically falling out the front of her shirt. It was tucked into a short, black pencil skirt to exhibit her toned, smooth legs which led down to high heels. The outfit was absurd. No self-respecting teacher would dress that way, but Daisy was determined to rile Logan up as much as she knew he’d do for her. She got to their reserved empty classroom early and set things up: a ruler on her desk and in the drawers she stocked it with silk bondage ties, lube in case Logan wanted to take her ass, a crop, paddle and a gag. Turning around at the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room, Daisy wrote in elegant penmanship “DETENTION” across the chalkboard, smirking to herself as she waited for Logan to speak, starting their scene properly before she turned around to get a look at him. @domloganlodge
Hello✋do you have any more Magda headcannons you would like to share? Maybe about how her relationship would be like with Claire and Jack and maybe things Sam and her would do and idk just anything you want💞🙏
MAGDA MY GIRL MY BEST BELOVED
magda and claire is like [trying to be brave for each other all the time] [giving each other messy haircuts in a motel bathroom] [shopping mall excursions where both of them feel a little panicky because they don't always know how to be around people] [claire scuffing the ground with the toe of her sneaker as she invites magda out to a movie with her and the rest of the wayward girls] [magda draped over jody's couch, eyes narrowed, tongue between her teeth as she wrestles with the buttons of an xbox controller] [claire teaching her how to swordfight] [the two of them sneaking out for a hunt] [magda panicking because she's not ready, she can't do this, she's not ready] [claire kicking down a door and promptly getting socked in the jaw by a werewolf] [magda's flare of power, the telekinetic aureole that surges around her] [claire flat on her back, snickering through a bloody nose: guess you were ready, huh] [the two of them side by side in a diner booth, after] [splitting a milkshake, a little teary-eyed, a little giddy] [magda walks into claire's room once and catches her looking at an old, old rosary] [claire's clenched jaw, her voice low: i haven't prayed in a long time] [magda's hand on her wrist, gently: neither have i]
and magda and jack are just [sitting on the roof of the bunker on hot summer afternoons, listening to the sound of the wind, the distant hum of insects] [jack proudly setting a sandwich down in front of magda] [his broad grin: i made it myself] [playing a game where they telekinetically throw a dozen knives back and forth through the air at each other, until dean walks in on them doing it and throws a fit] [constantly wearing each other's shirts] [truth or dare at 2 am] [breakfast in the bunker kitchen, both of them frowning over the word search on the back of the cereal box] [magda's eyes wide and shining, once on a hunt when jack flares his wings and she catches a glimpse of the shadow] [the two of them falling asleep in the den while an old disney movie flickers in the background] [light on their faces, a riot of gorgeous color] [magda wakes up from a nightmare one night and only jack's in the bunker] [i'm the devil, she rasps, face streaked with tears] [no, jack says] [the way his voice catches] [you're not. and neither am i]
and magda and sam, magda and sam are [late nights in the war room, neither of them able to sleep] [always reaching out and then pausing, waiting for the other person to nod before touching them] [sam blinking in surprise the first time he references some esoteric bit of latin and magda finishes the quote] [slow morning jogs, magda panting with effort as she tries to rebuild the endurance she lost in a dark cellar] [sam waking up in a cold sweat every time magda, yards down the hall, has a nightmare] [talking to each other from different rooms, neither of them moving their mouths] [laughing as magda telekinetically lobs pencils across the library at castiel] [sam's flinch when no one is watching, the first day magda wears a sleeveless shirt and he sees the lash scars on her shoulders] [magda tailing sam on a hunt she isn't ready for] [her panicked gasp when sam pulls her out of a djinn dream] [it was my mother, she sobs, still half-caught in that warm gold lie] [she told me she loved me, she told me i was GOOD] [sam lifts his hands, waits for her to nod] [holds her close] [cups the back of her head like he's afraid his palm will burn her] [i could have been good, says magda, fury and grief entwined, but she gave up on me] [you are good, says sam] [talking to her. talking himself, too. to the young and furious and grieving self he once was] [you didn't give up on yourself, says sam] [and neither will i]
Dracula a la Goran Visnjic
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite
[put a fictional character in my ask]