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Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck
āthis worked last night lets go for round two
reblog or the gods of glo up will not bless you
Canāt take that chance
Shit I used to roll my eyes at posts like this but I aināt takin no chances now lol

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ā Ā . THE CRIMSON YEAR ( character intro pt 4 by r.r.y @starshots )
āLet me tell you something, Yina.āĀ
Bronze clicked against wood as Anmi set her mirror down. Something cold shivered its way through the air. She turned.Ā
Her eyes were a suffocating, molten gold.Ā
They swirled like pools of water, arresting Yinaās 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.Ā
Anmi stood up and stepped calmly forward, shortening the distance between them. She seemed to glide more than walk. āA fox is a fox.ā The other girl said. āYou 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.āĀ
She was close now. Her fingers reached out, and gently grazed part of Yinaās cheek. Something warm and liquid seemed to seep down the surface of her skin in a thin line.Ā
āSo please be careful.āĀ
Anmi smiled. Sweet. Genuine. It lit up her eyes. Her very suddenly normal, brown eyes.Ā
The world slid back into place. Yina sucked in a rattling, desperate breath with the lungs of someone who had been close to drowning.Ā
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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 yāall know that you do fanfic tropes all of the time, we just donāt 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, youāreĀ ātoeing your shoes offā
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 likeĀ āold, beat up cars, the sour citrus he isnāt supposed to have, and something musty and natural and unique to him that clings to all of his clothes.ā In order thatās 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. Donāt feel bad about describing scents, people carry our houses with us everywhere.Ā
Have you ever pet someone elseās hair? ThatāsĀ ācarding your fingers through.ā Thatās it. Itās the same thing.
Ever walked around barefoot? Its three am and youāre trying to make Dark Lunch? Youāve padded around. You signal to other people nonverbally whether its coughing or sighing that youāre there so that you donāt scare them.Ā
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 youāre 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. Thatās 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.Ā
We all sigh!! Are some of yāall really saying that sighing isnāt a thing you do ten thousand times a week?? You donāt sigh when someone says something stupid as shit?? You donāt sigh when you gotta get up??Ā
SAID IS A VALID WORD
Everything on your face casts shadows, Iām sorry you have weak eyelashes, or that somehow your brows are flat with your eyeballs
People laugh silently! Iām sorry youāve 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 yāall not blush and can you teach me
Iād 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 youāve 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 yāall are dragging people for shit you donāt know how to describe and damn if you aināt still reading things and then telling beginning writers that theyāre describing impossible things and writing weirdly when yāall donāt even write shit, its obnoxious as hell. To yāall that do write and are aggressively against this post, I bet you sure as hell use EPITHETS INAPPROPRIATELY ANYWAY, DONāT YA?

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reblog the Don Draper of getting a job heās unqualified for and youāll have 10 years of getting jobs youāre unqualified for
This is the sickest burn.
womanhood: an anthology
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. Chiliās. Back to the mall. Eat hot chip. Lie. And Iām SICK of it!!!!!
Iām sorry god please forgive me I would give anything to go to Barnes and noble and then dinner at Chiliās with a lava mountain cake please lord take me back Iāll never complain again

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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 ā āitās hot, carefulā ā and then ā āmore salt? more ginger? five more minutes? yes, five more minutesā) 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 youāre 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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