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fangwild · 1 day
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Me normally: 😔☹️😞
Me after seeing boobs: 🙂☺️😍
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laurasimonsdaughter · 4 months
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Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!
The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.
“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.
The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”
“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.
“Then I bring the cheese here.”
“Yes.”
“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”
“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.
“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”
A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”
“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”
The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”
“No,” she said flatly.
It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.
“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”
“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”
“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”
The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.
“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”
The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”
“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”
This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.
“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”
A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.
“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”
The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.
“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”
“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.
“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”
In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.
“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”
She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”
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finding-avalon · 5 months
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yescking · 1 year
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if you need to be mean
be mean to me
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triple-tree-ranch · 5 months
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oonajaeadira · 2 months
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I'm...
I was a little surprised getting on here today and seeing all the very emotional rants about Pedro not winning awards. As someone who has worked in the industry:
The actual award is for YOU, the audience, the fans. These awards shows are there to make money, you realize that, right? If your favorite person didn't win an award, the person who feels the most hurt is you, not the celebrity.
Because I assure you, the real award is the nomination. That's the actual recognition. That's what puts you on a list that people look at and say, "huh. I should go watch that show." That's what gets the industry to look at you and say "people like this actor, because they're really good, and I will pay top dollar to get them in my production."
I saw a post today that was worried that Pedro would now be taking high profile jobs rather than little indie ones he wants to do just so he can get an award. What? That's not how an actor works--it may be how their agent tries to steer their career, but in the end, it's the actor who says "I want to work on this story/with these people/for this director." They know which projects will bring them satisfaction first and Pedro's been really racking up some top notch projects and directors lately. He's having a BALL. Awards are just a byproduct of that. Just by the nominations, Pedro is pushed to the front of the world's attention and he will be swarmed with offers. Don't you worry.
The award statuette is shiny for a reason. It looks good on tv. Audiences remember it.
But as far as career and love are concerned, Pedro has won. It disturbs me to see people out here trying to console--"your time will come, Pedro!"--but not understanding that HIS TIME IS NOW.
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toucheholland23 · 5 months
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As pretty as the sun
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gwenlore · 11 months
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My friends: He’s literally a murderer plus he’s not even real….
Me: Ok and…?
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amimons · 1 year
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Tikki waiting for Marinette to come in clutch with the lucky charm:
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Marinette:
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crying screaming throwing up at the look at horror on Lukes face when he sees Annabeth,like what have I done? And then he looks at Percy with tears in his eyes IM NOT OKAY
FAMILY LUKE,YOU PROMISED AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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a-flaming-idiot · 7 months
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Marigami(Marinette x Kagami) is really fun since Kagami just saw the love triangle Marinette was in between Adrien and Luca and said "Fuck that noise! I'm stealing both your girl!" and ice skated away with Marinette in her arms.
Also, the fact Marinette, the idiot ball of sunshine who shows affection by making hats and sweets, would 100% be considered Kagami's rebellious relationship against her mother.
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404writes · 1 year
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Devil's Haircut - (Carnid)
Summary: The last time Carl got a haircut was before his mother Lori died. He's finally ready for another one, and he's entrusted the process in Enid's hands.
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Pairing: Carl Grimes / Enid Rhee
Warnings: Talk of parental death
Era: Not specific, but sometime around s10, pretending the Grimes family is still intact.
Word Count: 1.3k
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"It's getting a bit long for the summer don't you think?" Enid sat cradling the boy in his own bed, whilst she ran her fingers through his hair, tangled from a long day of physical labour.
"Perhaps, but I don't mind it." He knew what was coming next. It didn't bother him as much as it used to, nevertheless he'd still sometimes catch himself accidentally holding his breath when the topic came up.
She ruffled his hair around, "Maybe I could give it a trim for you sometime. God knows when you last had a haircut." God might have known, but so did Carl, in fact, he remembered the occasion quite vividly. It was one of those memories he had clutched to in fear of losing after his mother died, she'd given him his last haircut.
After the tragedy, Carl had racked his brain for every reminder of his mother, mentally cataloguing it all, his memory was the only thing that wouldn't abandon him until he himself abandoned the world. For years he had spent hours each day making sure there wasn't one thing he'd forgotten about her.
As much as Carl wanted to honour her existence by telling everyone every story he had, part of him wanted to keep the small pieces of her that only he knew, right in his pocket. As if to remind him that she wasn't just stories, but she had actually, at some point in time, been tangible.
He could tell the story of his last haircut as much as he'd like, people would understand it, some had even been witness in the moment. But no one could understand how it felt to be protected by his mother's touch, comforted and soothed within such a trivial activity. In those last days before the world was ultimately doomed, whilst there was still hope, she'd kept only the most fragile of touches for her son, wanting to protect and shield him from what had seemed to be the short-term decay of the world. So that maybe, once the world had fixed itself, he wouldn't remember the global panic that froze everyone, only that his mother loved him.
He hadn't had another haircut since, he feared that if he let someone else handle him in that way, the memories would intertwine and his mother's touch would become watered down and worthless. It scared him.
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Carl looked up from the poster he'd been blankly staring at, welcomed back to Earth by Enid's smiling face. God he loved her, sometimes he wanted to shout it from where everyone would hear, but other times he just wished to engulf her in the fact, in the comfort of his own room.
"You don't have to cut it if you don't want, it was just a suggestion. But, I do need you to help with mine tomorrow. Think you can do that?" Carl nodded his head. She planted a quick kiss on his forehead and thanked him.
They spent the rest of the evening doing their own activities, by each other's side, with only small chunks of conversation being exchanged every so often. They enjoyed the mildness of one another's company.
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Enid set up on the front porch, clippers and fine combs, she carried a chair out the front door. Carl followed quickly behind, asking "So what do I actually have to do?" She sighed and replied: "Don't worry, it's nothing too laborious, just a trim."
He awkwardly approached the scissors, as if he'd never seen a pair before in his life. It took him a couple minutes, but he soon began feeling around Enid's head with his hands, reassuring himself that there was no possibility of screwing up.
She didn't rush him, and let him take his time. Enid enjoyed the closeness, and the domestic nature of the activity, it made her smile. She'd told Carl neatness didn't matter, she didn't mind whether it was raggedy or uneven, she'd live. At least it would be cut.
There was still hope inside of her that the act of cutting her hair would bring Carl around to letting her reciprocate the action on him. As she hoped, the further they progressed, the more slick his touches became, and the more carefree he was with the scissors, he might have actually been enjoying himself.
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"Okay I'm done." Carl dusted off Enid's shoulders and let her come inside with him so she could view the final product. He looked proud of his work as she played around with her hair in the mirror.
Enid turned around and smiled into a kiss on his cheek. She pulled away to look at his face. Upon matching her stare, his gaze softened, "You know, maybe a small trim wouldn't hurt." Enid was ecstatic that he'd finally confirmed her this privilege.
She was quick to have him pulled away from her, as she led him back out to the porch. He sat down on the seat Enid had been sat in earlier, and she eyed up and down the length of his hair, deciding where would be safest to cut.
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Carl wasn't even thinking of saying yes until he'd finished with Enid's hair. He'd seen the neighbours strolling past the house, quickly looking at the pair of them, only to smile and look away, as if they knew how sacred that moment was, even before Carl did.
He realised that these were the moments he wanted to outweigh the major events in his life, even though by comparison these ones were microscopic in importance. He wanted to make memories that didn't just bring joy upon reflection, but the ones that had also been joyous in the moment.
He didn't let these thoughts over-complicate the event, he sat patiently, feeling Enid take to his hair, double-checking every move she made. The segments of silence were constantly broken by pieces of playful conversation, which brought the pair to laughter. It was a peaceful environment, and Carl felt as though the interaction was encased by a small bubble, which no harm could penetrate.
~ Enid put the scissors down and took one final glance at her completed handiwork before telling Carl she had finished. He didn't immediately rise, he was still savouring the last of it, but as Enid followed him back into the bathroom, she was almost as excited as he was.
Carl took one look at himself in the mirror before letting out a single smiling breath. He could barely notice a difference in length and style, although he had to admit the load felt a lot lighter, and would do him much better in the increasingly warm oncoming weather.
"Do you like it?" Enid asked, the few seconds of silence had been too much for her, awaiting his feedback was painful.
"Yeah, you did good, really good." He looked at her once more, taking visual screenshots of the moment, that would last forever in his memory.
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The thought of his mother didn't even hit him until well after the event had ceased, and the two of them were preparing a Grimes family dinner in the kitchen. But upon taking one glance at her, Carl concluded that he didn't mind that his mother's memory was beginning to become entangled by hers, in the end all his memories boiled down to love, and he loved her now more than ever.
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pillowfort-social · 3 months
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Thanks to your support on December 21, 2023 we reached our $25,000 Funding Goal to keep the lights on at Pillowfort.  We're completely blown away by this turn of events. This wouldn't have been possible without you. Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for believing in our platform. This gives us approximately six months of funding, which we will use to put the rest of our business plan into action. It's still important to consider supporting us if you haven't yet by subscribing to Pillowfort Premium or donating to us directly. Any additional funding we receive now will help extend past that time-frame. As a reminder, here are our End of Year Fundraiser Rewards:
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escuerzoresucitado · 1 year
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sxphr · 6 months
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Yoko: So.
Wednesday, looking up from her book: What?
Yoko: Have you ever liked anyone other than Enid?
Wednesday:
Yoko: Come on, you're stuck with me all day, might as well answer.
Wednesday: Fine, I did have a brief crush on Bianca prior to liking Enid.
Yoko: HOLY SHIT.
Yoko: Wait, why are you telling me this?
Wednesday, leaning in: Because no one will believe you.
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