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I /DO/ still love Keith 2k25 but also Ray TPN and Shouto and Scara and Edgeworth and- anyways. 23yrs old, Mexican dumbass in the US (call me Mary). My other (questionable) blog: @bblueraven-and-fandoms14 Welcome to whatever the fuck this is haha! I do reblog NSFW content once in a while so beware! 💖
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people seemed delighted by me putting my crocheter keith headcanon in this comic so i needed to be silly abt it
i like to think coran would teach him how to crochet and it helps give him an outlet and teaches him to be more patient but he also uses it to vent his stupid crush lmfao
adhd paralysis sucks bcuz im just sitting there and my brain is like
YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME
no work done no rest gained. literally no point of this at all
actually thinking about how my mom banned me from harry potter for it being of satan and got rid of all my books and merch, but bought me the bartimaeus and percy jackson books on PURPOSE…..
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a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)
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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”
With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”
Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”
Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.
The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.
Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”
“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”
This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.
“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”
Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.
“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.
“Why don’t you show me?”
Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.
They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.
Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.
“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”
A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.
Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.
Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”
Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”
He relents with a gleeful grin.
“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.
Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.
“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”
you guys think im fucking joking but im not. i cannot deal with another second of people complaining about stories "glorifying" their subject matter just because no one turned to the camera and said, "hey guys, just so you know, this thing is Bad and Not Good, and this story is about Why it is Bad and Not Good."
i say this with love in my heart. But i genuinely do believe some of you on this horrid webbedsite are so used to only consuming media that explicitly tells you what you are supposed to take away from it (i.e. children's media) that youve lost the ability to examine media beyond a surface level
this is not to say that children's media is bad. or that adults can't enjoy it. i'm an adult, i love cartoons, and i probably always will. but if all you are consuming is tv shows made to teach children about kindness, you are going to rot your brain
1) When OP says "I'm taking media away from some of you guys until you can pass a 6th grade literary analysis test," this is an example of a rhetorical device. Which rhetorical device is an example of? Is it effective? Why or why not?
2) Why might OP only mention the website he is posting on? Does this mean he thinks every other website is without these issues, or is it in order to make it relevant to the viewers?
So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, ‘cause
I still feel alive
When it is hopeless, I start to notice
And I still feel alive
Falling forward, back into orbit
man this doesn’t really fit the song’s vibe the way i wanted but,,, fukin pretty
shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else
to be clear. when i say artist i mean every kind of art. drawing writing music sculpting embroidery idc this post was for you and i am sending my love your way
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So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, ‘cause
I still feel alive
When it is hopeless, I start to notice
And I still feel alive
Falling forward, back into orbit
man this doesn’t really fit the song’s vibe the way i wanted but,,, fukin pretty
Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
When you’re copying a URL that has a question mark in it, that question mark AND EVERYTHING AFTER IT are completely unnecessary. It’s tracking data telling the website whether you copied the URL from their share function, or visited them via twitter, or what search terms you used to find that page.
You can delete all that tracking shit, and the URL should still work. You can even test it in a new tab first before sharing it, if you're an anxious mess like me.
Go forth and tell your friends! And maybe I will no longer have to see URLs on tumblr or Discord that take up a full screen.
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