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trust me (it doesn't have to be a dream) by yuripiller over on ao3 is one of my absolute favorite fics of all time. I love Al-Hashimi and McKay (they're like my favorite characters) and I love the way their dynamic is written here :)
also more people should hop on this rare-pair it's amazing
Thank you for sharing!!
trust me (it doesn't have to be a dream) by yuripiller
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It's been a while. I know. But there's been so much happening irl that I havn't felt any inspo for posting lately.
However, today I recieved this Eyeshadowpallet, found it on Vinted, barely touched and even if it had been, I proooblably won't using it either way...or I will hahah who knows.
Personally, I look pretty good in Earthy tones, and this pallet is just about right for me, but sometimes I do like tonadd a bit of color I think this pallet could've had at least one colorpop, preferably something like a teal or greenish color for 'Flynn' instead of this...Fleshy-skintone.
Anyway, here it is on the shelf, Maximus and Fidele works greqt as a stand for it...wiiith a little help of Mother Gothel in the back.
Or there could've been a sparkly purple thst draws your thoughts to Rapunzels dress.
Been inna bit of a creative rut right now. I have that desperate need and want to create, to write, to draw, to express what's in my head, but it feels like nothing I do is good enough. And before anyone says anything, I'm not looking for reassurance that what I make is good enough; I'm simply expressing my feelings to an anonymous blog I've created for myself. I'm annoyed that what I'm putting out isn't how I want it to be, knowing I have the ability to make and do as I see fit and have it to my standards- it's just as of late I can't quite* get it right and it's infuriating. I have these- these timers on my work, not literal ones, just mental ones. Ones that tick by screaming "get this done" before I've even started. It's that constant want to make that drives me crazy. That constant flow of imagination but lacking the inspiration and motivation to put it to use.
Post 008
Still going, albeit slowly.
Maybe I should try blocking everyone. Hm.
