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boys: jacking off
girls: jilling off
non binary : ferching a pail of water
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i think women in media need to start describing the men they're in love with as "beautiful" more often. like way more often. i'm not kidding. it's not a gendered word. there's no way that society is going to give up the idea that it is anytime soon, but wow i want to tell men that they're beautiful. i think it would be good for society to see that on the tv.
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i think women in media need to start describing the men they're in love with as "beautiful" more often. like way more often. i'm not kidding. it's not a gendered word. there's no way that society is going to give up the idea that it is anytime soon, but wow i want to tell men that they're beautiful. i think it would be good for society to see that on the tv.
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"you sound smart" that's because i've spent years doing academic writing to the point that it's my default cadence plus or minus the use of profanity as a tone indicator
"you sound stupid" that's because i'm dumb as fuck
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fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
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fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
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note: am v aware i have horrible taste lol
#I didn't even read the rest of the options#grilled cheese is vastly overrated#and if you come at me with a recipe with a bunch of fucking additions#i would sincerely request you to fuck off#that's a whole sandwich#not a grilled cheese anymore#that being said ghee bread/regular butter bread (with a little drizzle of salt) is beautiful
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u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....
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u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....
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u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....
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So. I read Legends & Lattes. Well, I devoured it. Tore through the tome in two or three days.
Seriously a 12/10 book with a wonderfully cozy atmosphere. I've since gone hunting for other books with its particular vibe blend and have found a few :)
Because I've been reading a bit more than usual lately, I thought I'd start sharing snippets and quotes from these books that particularly stood out to me. These quotes will be listed with no context and may contain some spoilers. They may have been chosen for their literary merit, because I thought they were silly, because the characters did something I love, or for some other reason altogether. I do not intend to elaborate, but I do hope you enjoy and reblog with your own favourite quotes!
As a rule, folks with a fixed address avoided swindling an orc twice their height who could snap a wrist if they shook hands too firmly.
She passed through all the layers of smell that made up a city— baking bread and waking horses and wet stone and hot metal and floral perfume and old shit.
As Viv approached the table, she got the overwhelming impression that she was entering the den of some elderly woodland beast. A badger perhaps. Not a dangerous sense, but the feeling of a place where he spent so much time that it had absorbed his smell and become essentially his.
Viv woke in the predawn indigo to the growing murmur of the city outside.
“Hm,” she said. It seemed he was rubbing off on her.
As Viv scanned the notices, she endured a weary onrush of memory— beast hunts, bounties, and battles.
With the shop repaired and cleaned and nothing upon which to expend her nervous energy, she felt thwarted.
Fennus always found ways to make her feel less-than with the barest twist of inflection or a carefully chosen word slipped like a knife between the ribs, so sharp you didn’t notice the wound until you looked up from a lapful of blood. And Viv wasn’t above a blunt riposte, even if it often came far too late.
“A pleasure,” said Viv. It wasn’t.
The rattkin shifted from foot to foot and stared longingly at the coffee machine. “Coffee first?” he pleaded.
It never achieved a particularly high speed, but the big fan on the ceiling began to stir the air in a steady, cooling breeze. “I’ll be damned,” said Viv. “Hm,” said Cal. “Maybe. Least you won’t burn alive ’til you get to the hells, though.”
They bristled with enough knives to warrant concern.
Viv wasn’t particularly worried about the knives for herself, but Tandri’s presence threw off her mental calculus of risk entirely.
She drank more deeply, and when she wiped her mouth, she looked over at Viv. “No pearls of wisdom?” “Nope.” Tandri’s eyebrows rose. “But I will say….” Viv glanced over to regard Tandri solemnly. “Fuck those motherfuckers.” Tandri’s surprised laugh startled the birds from the cherry trees.
She looked up at Viv, who could feel the warm glow that sometimes peeked out when Tandri was at her least cautious. But she didn’t think it was responsible for the prickling warmth that burned deeper inside herself. The brandy, surely, was the culprit.
“Viv,” began Tandri, but her gaze dropped and she lost what she was going to say. Viv didn’t let her find it again.
She and Tandri exchanged bemused smiles. Viv noticed that Tandri’s tail was subtly, metronomically swaying behind her. Viv figured that was endorsement enough.
Viv and Tandri settled back into a comfortable equilibrium. There were no further picnics or walks home. Viv harbored a wistful ache that she didn’t examine too closely, and an almost cowardly relief that Tandri didn’t mention their evening at the park.
They stayed busy, and the days brimmed with good smells and unexpected music and companionable work. Her hopes for the shop had been exceeded in every regard. That was enough… wasn’t it?
Viv was suddenly awash in an old feeling of fraught potential. A critical instant that hinged on the movement of a blade, the placement of a foot, a moment of trust extended or withheld. Failure to act was as much a decision as any other.
She thought about the last few months. And she especially thought about Tandri, and the spartan room upstairs. Maybe her friend was right. Maybe the shop wasn’t her life. Maybe she should be prepared to lose it. Without it, though, what was she, really? She could only arrive at one answer. Alone.
“What’s the most you could lose?” Viv stared at Tandri and didn’t voice her first thought.
Even with her back to Tandri, she could feel the woman’s warmth. “Good night, Tandri,” she said, too loudly.
After that, for the first time in ages, Viv fell asleep almost instantly and did not wake until morning.
The gabble of Thune’s waking noises, muted by the walls of the shop, surrounded them peacefully.
Viv was reluctant to break the meditative, mutual silence, but after dallying like a coward in the loft, she felt a need to act decisively. “Did you sleep all right?” As a bold conversational gambit, it left something to be desired.
Then Viv opened the door, and the gentle spell was broken like a soap bubble.
“His biggest fan was back again yesterday. Early, so she got a good seat,” observed Viv. “The one with the hair?” Tandri gestured, miming windblown curls. “That’s the one. I don’t think Pendry’s noticed yet.” “Hmmm. Well, people tend not to notice what’s in front of them until it nearly knocks them down.” Viv was about to reply with an offhanded quip, but something about Tandri’s expression made her reevaluate. Eventually, she managed, “I guess that’s true.”
A part of her understood that she was hurting them, wounding these people who were friends. That some older, crueler self was emerging, crawling from the wreckage of who she thought she had become. That newly ruined part of her cried out for her to stop, to let it be for now, but the crueler self was ascendant, its opponent too weakened and diminished to intervene. “It’s fucking gone,” she snarled. “I spent my chance, and I can’t earn it back.” She held Tandri’s gaze and deliberately said, “This is the part where I do what desperate people do. This is the part where I flee.” Tandri jerked as if struck. Savage satisfaction burned through Viv, followed by a wave of nausea.
She saw in Tandri’s face, composed though it was, that she was awaiting some judgment. Preparing herself for it, to be struck, ignored, or accepted. And terrified of all three. Viv’s hand rose and carefully tucked Tandri’s singed hair behind one ear. With a sharply drawn breath, she tipped her head forward, and brushed her lips against Tandri’s, light as a whisper. Then she wrapped her arms around her and tried not to squeeze too hard. Tandri squeezed back.
She reflected that if the Scalvert’s Stone had drawn something to this place, it might still be there.
Summer was waning, and the teeth of autumn gnawed at them, morning and evening.
Roon left to stable the wagon. Viv couldn’t help but be amused, given that they stood in front of an old livery.
“It’s perfect,” he whispered, and his oil-drop eyes brimmed. She hunkered down before him, “I told you, the best deserve the best.” He threw his arms around her upper arm and gave it a brief, startling hug, and then disappeared into the pantry. Viv found her throat unaccountably thick.
On reopening day, the snow persisted, icing Thune from steeple to cobble. Gray skies bloomed with pink, which limned the clouds to the east, promising more pre-winter flakes.
For the first time, Viv faced the totality of Tandri’s essential self, and was struck by the eloquence and delicacy that was revealed. It was easy to see how one might mistake her nature for something purely sensual, how one might glean only what they most desired from that densely-twined rush of feeling. Hers was a potent dialect of emotion, rich with meaning, comprehensible only to those intimately aware of its subtleties. Tandri didn’t have to say yes. The language was understood. And when her lips found Viv’s, no doubt could have survived.
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Dear professor this assignment did not nourish my fundamentally curious soul so i did not do it No penalty full 100 points please Goodbye!
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