what’s a girl gotta do to get some love letters around here?
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Maybe I am asking for too much, after all.
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Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona
And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me
There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble
That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything
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I was poking fun at how unexpectedly silly the CHB kids looked in armour in the first two episodes of the PJO show (acting like an almighty army and all) and then it hit me. This is exactly how some of them will look like when they will be dying in the final battle. Silly. Tiny. Literal children
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It’s time for Zodiac signs as shrimp (and other close shrimp-like relatives)! 🦐✨
🌜☀️✨ Part 2 ✨ ☀️🌛
Sea the rest in 🌜☀️✨ Part 1! ✨ ☀️🌛
Thanks to our fronds at NOAA for the image of the goblin shrimp!
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when people ask me how i’m doing the real answer is i’m doing shitty,
but i can’t say i’m doing shitty because i don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty.
so if i say "i’m doing shitty" then they say "why? what’s wrong?" and i have to be like "i don’t know, all of it?"
so instead when people ask me how i’m doing, i usually say "i am so great"' <3
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just been thinking about the constant feeling of being an outsider that comes with autism. I have friends, but I know that none of them would *really* mind that much if I wasn’t there. People will discuss plans that don’t include you with you present you without even thinking (tonight, eating dinner with a group of friends discussing which rooms they wanted as a group for uni next year, the groups can’t be more than 5, there were 5 of them, i can’t live with them). You are never part of the group, you don’t know the jokes, you’re just sort of *there* all the time.
Anyway, this post doesn’t have a point, just me dwelling on the fact that I’m never lonelier than when I’m with a group of people
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you have to love people for real. and that means loving them as people who have flaws, and will annoy you or get on your nerves some times. treating them like a toy or product you can throw away when you get bored or upset is not acceptable. it's what we've been conditioned to do, but it makes the world worse.
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There's something to be said about Nine and Twelve as parallels, about them being these seeming grumps with hearts of gold who must relearn optimism while being fundamentally kind at the end of the day, and Eleven and Thirteen as parallels, as these lonely tinkerers who travel with multiple companions at the same time but push people away before they get too close because they are creatures built on grief, and Ten alone, as something that is all and none of the above, who starts out as a creature born of love but who loses said love and is willing to die and must find grounding but loses said grounding and declares himself the Time Lord Victorious because if he cannot have love he has to have something, anything, he can call his own, and about how all five of them are shaped, fundamentally, by their grief and their guilt over the Time War and being the last of their kind and how every companion leaves them and they will always, always be the last one in the TARDIS, always be the last one surviving, no matter what, and yet all of them, at the end of the day, die to save someone. Die to be kind, just one more time. Because that is what ties them all together. That is what makes them the Doctor.
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