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#anyway yes hopefully will be back at it soon!!
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I know the König x secret admirer reader is not gonna be officially continued but I was wondering if you could maybe explore part of it😭 there’s a part that mentioned that König gets laid in the military and I was wondering how angsty it would be if reader found out?🤭
Yes of course! ^^ It would be angsty... and fluffy! These two are the silliest people who ever lived tbh 🩷🐥
König is young in this AU (around his early 20s) and wildly inexperienced compared to some of the other recruits his age.
His first time was with a girl who joined the army when König had been there for about 1.5 years already. Desperate as he was with hiding the fact that he’s still a virgin, he tumbled into bed with this lady after a night out at the bar. She thoroughly seduced him, and König’s instincts told him she was only looking for fun, but he went with her anyway because, well. Loneliness can kill you, you know?!
He tried to woo her a bit after that until it became quite clear that this woman was not planning to settle down anytime soon. If anything, she was looking for a new conquest – and it’s fine, totally fine, except that König had surrendered a tiny piece of his heart to her along with his dick... That’s just how he is, and it took him more than a few months to get over the fact that it was “just a shag” and he “shouldn’t take things so seriously”.
That’s also why he closed off from people again, decided to concentrate on work and training and gym – until our cute little angel stumbled into his life like the prettiest saving grace! König was a goner from the start because this girl's approach was very different, so gentle and sweet compared to grimy shot glasses and smudgy lipstick and raunchy jokes. It’s a given that he was a little shocked when she sent her that pic 🙄 reminding him of promiscuous women who are not looking for a soul but a body, but because he is what he is the first thing he did was crank things up a notch and send her a dick pic back…
Yes, he’s desperate, but he’s also an go hard or go home man and this time, König is relatively sure he’s dealing with a lovely, delicate soul. Someone who wouldn’t just leave him out in the cold after getting what she wants.
And everything is like a fairytale between these two until she finds out he’s not a virgin despite he seemed a bit… like one… (in this scenario I think reader is a virgin and she thought König was one too because of obvious reasons? lol) And it’s fine, totally fine for her as well, except that the image of König having the night of his life with some military babe is haunting her from dusk till dawn.
There’s bound to be some drama when she starts asking timidly whether she’s still there… Whether they see each other every day. If they talk to each other, if he trains with her, etc. What if they test rifles together, or go out again with the sniper crew and get drunk and König feels… a little lonely?
She knows he would never cheat on her, not in a million years, but knowing how much of a wet dog he is she can’t promise that she’ll be all calm and relaxed during weekends, knowing her boyfriend is out there, full of testosterone and heart, his heart somewhat susceptible to female influence… Maybe even good old seduction…
And what’s even worse is the jealousy, the envy.
What if she’s more badass than her? That doesn't take much... She must be fierce if she’s in the military, something completely different, a forbidden apple König might want to taste again. It’s maddening, and when she finally opens up about it to him, spitting it out one night when he asks what’s bugging his sweet angel, there’s a big fat silence that follows.
König can't even believe she has torn her heart to pieces over something like this, alone and upset and ashamed when she's a literal angel. He sits her nice and pretty in his lap and talks her ear off about how he has nothing against this woman, truly, but that she is nothing compared to his first (and hopefully last!) girlfriend. Their love could never be compared to what happened between him and that girl, these things can’t even be spoken together in the same sentence. If he’s completely honest, his first time was... disappointing. Awkward, humbling, a total drunken mess of which he remembers nothing except that the woman wasn’t completely present either and that he was ashamed that his first time had to be like this.
Honestly, he felt like he lost his virginity on the night when he came to see her. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, all he thinks about these days... It’s quite annoying, actually, because he’s supposed to concentrate on how the wind blows and that the ammo doesn’t get wet and that he’s properly concealed.
He could be lying in a ditch with dummy rounds whirling past him and all he could think about are her eyes and lips and giggling and tits and, and… that. How warm it is, how nice it is, how he would just want to curl himself next to her when he hops back to his bunk in the evening. Her smile is the last thing he sees before he dreams, her voice is what he hears. All the things she said, all those sweet, silly little things, chime in his ear before he sleeps.
And all the precious moments they’ve already spent together, the times he made love to her under the trees... There’s nothing like that in the whole world and if she thinks something else can top that she's even sillier than he thought. He could comb through all the continents and he would never find a girl like her.
So tell him again... Why would he go to a shot glass of saltwater when he has a jar of wild honey right here at home?
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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1
Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”
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“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”
Parings: Nick folio X OFC (Ada Chapman)
Word count: 1.6K
Chapter Warnings: brief mention of war, slightly suggestive, explicit language, fluff
Series master list
(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)
Ada
May 20th 1941
New York City, USA
7:00 am
Dear Diary,
Yesterday is still a haze and I barely slept all night, tossing and turning thinking about him. I still can’t believe my luck or lack thereof. Things are always too good to be true and yesterday proved that. God damn you, Nick. It had to be you didn’t it? Who am I kidding, we met once and he’s cute but that’s it. I don’t know him, he was just an attractive man on the train who just so happens to be the man I’m being told to track. It can’t be so different from any other mission, can it? I can do this, I’m bloody brilliant at this job and this mission will be a piece of cake, I hope.
In other news, Dad sent another letter. He thinks they might have to evacuate soon, after the raid on the Portsmouth docs the whole town is on edge but hopefully, it won’t come to that. Denis is already missing and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Dad and Peggy too. I can’t think about that, I shouldn’t.
Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow. 
I’m sure I’ll have a more interesting update after I’ve started my undercover work today,
Ada
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The Precinct, 9:30 am
My train was delayed today, my first day on the cover job and I’m already late. Great first impression Ada! 
“Miss Chapman, I presume?” a middle-aged man, with a not-so-flattering navy blue suit and a grey homburg hat that he definitely should’ve thrown away in the 30s, calls my name from across the ground floor.
“A little late but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt considering It’s your first day”. By the affirmative tone of his low, grumbling voice, I assume he’s the captain; Michael Brewer. I wonder if he knows he’s missing a button on his shirt?
“Yes sir, nice to meet you. Apologies for my Tardiness” 
“Please follow me, I’ll take you to your desk so you can settle in. We run a tight ship here Chapman and I expect the very best from my employees, no less. let's hope you can keep up” I internally snicker at the tight ship remark. If it truly was a tight ship, I wouldn’t be here. If not for the fact I’m here undercover, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that sentence; but something about it unsettles me. Alarm bells ring in my head. Michael will be on my watch list.
The tour is pretty mundane, I’ve only been hired as the secretary for my department so there’s no need for me to see the entirety of the precinct however, one room, in particular, catches my eye. The captain’s office, I’ll have to make a mental note of its whereabouts. Michael has been rambling on about the pride and joy of the precinct, and how he’s “built a family he can trust”; I refrain from laughing, being late on my first day is one thing but being fired for rudeness on the first day? I think I’ll pass. Before I know it, We’ve already reached my department floor. It’s nothing too extravagant but it’s certainly the biggest. The criminal investigation department has the most employees in the entire precinct, from the constable to the detective team, the sergeant, translators, the medical examiners and then there’s me, the secretary. I know Nick is a detective and, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s the lead detective. Speaking of him, I wonder if he’s in today?
Before I can allow myself to get carried away with my wondering thoughts, Michael finally finishes his boastful rant and shows me to my desk.
“Right chapman, this is your desk. You’ll be doing the majority of your administrative work here but it’s important to store any important and private documents in the file room and I expect them to be logged at the end of each shift. Understood?” Having to lock them away might be a slight problem, I need solid evidence for this case but having access to the file room could be beneficial.
“Yes sir”
“I’ll leave you to settle in and meet your colleagues, we’re happy to have you, Chapman”
“Well look who it is!” an oh-so-familiar voice averts my attention, making me turn away from my desk.
“Nick? Uh I mean Mr Folio” Addressing another boss of mine by his first name, today is just tip-top.
“What’s with the formalities Doll? Please everyone calls me Nick around here, Mr Folio sounds way too formal for my liking”. My breath hitches and I chew on my bottom lip as he calls me ‘doll’. Doll, I like the sound of that. He looks extra sexy today. Sure he looked handsome in a black tank top, but now? He’s wearing a white spear point collard dress shirt paired with navy blue suit trousers with white stripes, a brown, white dotted tie and brown leather oxfords. I can’t help but stare, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tanned, veiny arms. Heat flushes across my body down to my core, he’s hot. Real hot and I’m flustered. 
“Cat got your tongue, doll?” He smirks. There’s that damned nickname again.
Everything about him entices me and I know these feelings are wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m supposed to be working against him, spying on him and digging for info but he’s just so sweet to look at.
“Sorry just a little tired, what did you say?”
“I said I was about to go on lunch and you owe me a lunch date, care to join?” A date? I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech.
“Sure! You’ll have to pick where we go, I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the city yet” Nick quickly grabs his suit jacket and grey fedora from his desk at the back of the room and gently puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the precinct. A tingle surges up my spine at the light contact, causing a slight shiver.
Nick takes me to a cute little diner about a block away. There’s a yellow and red sign that reads “Fred’s cafe & diner” and a couple of cars parked out front including a new, mint green chevrolet fleetline. Dad told me about these new cars in one of his letters, he thinks they’re an eyesore but I quite like them. 
We settle into a small booth in the corner, right by the window that overlooks the narrow street next to the diner. I’m conflicted, I’m sat across from one of the most, if not the most, handsome men I’ve ever met. His eyes are so dreamy; he’s practically eye-fucking me from across the table, looking down ever so slightly at my lips, as I make small talk about the fleetline out front, and my stomach turns to goo. I begin to wonder what what his lips taste like, how he’d look pushing me up against the wall; but it’s a fleeting thought. Stay on track Ada. A waitress takes our orders and there’s a tense silence among us.
“So doll, how are you enjoying the city so far?” I wish he’d stop calling that.
“It’s not too bad, I really miss the beach and my family but I love the livelihood here. It's a nice change” Home, I miss home. All I want is to hug Peggy and Dad but until the war is over, this is home in the meantime.
“Damn I don’t know why you’d pass up the seaside to live here of all places, but I’m glad you did” Leaning forward on his arms, he smirks.
“Really?”
“Sure, I get to look at your pretty face every day. Sounds like a nice perk to me” He winks. My cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink whilst I find myself attempting to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face.
“How about you? How does life here compare to Maryland?”
“Hmm It’s good, I love the job but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the war. I used to be a detective back in Maryland but I was relocated here to help with the war effort” Sometimes I forget about the war; moments like these make me feel normal and happy as if there’s not a single care in the world. But then I read the paper and I’m brought back to reality.
“Watch’ya thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Concern starts to grow on his face.
“I was just thinking of home and the war, you know? I miss my family and life before it all started” My heart sinks thinking about it all.
“Oh doll, we don’t know each other too well yet and I know I can’t compare to your real home, but I promise I’ll do my best to make you a home away from home. Can’t stand to see a pretty face frown.” Is this the right guy? I mean, really? This is the so-called dangerous man who’s supposed to be stealing money from the precinct? I’ve never met such a gentle, caring soul; and not to point out the obvious but, fuck he’s handsome, I wouldn’t mind feeling his hands on my hips sometime. No, no I can’t think like that. I have a job to do, I mustn’t lose my focus. My thoughts are quickly averted as Nick says my name from across the table, signalling our lunch break is almost over. Come on Ada, snap out of it. 
“Thank you, Nick. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home with you”
With you? Shit.
 I am royally fucked.
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AN: Sorry this took so long! I was in a really long writing slump but i'm hoping to get a chapter out every two weeks (no promises). I'm really looking forward to you guys seeing what happens between Nick and ADA. Ada has very quickly become my favourite character I've ever written. Please let me know your thoughts! Again, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this series :)
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perpetual-fng · 4 months
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0509-brainrot · 1 year
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Assorted 0509 doodles from my computer, because I can't draw them right now and it's Killing me---
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storfulsten · 6 months
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hey uh sorry for disappearing yet again for a couple months. don't have much of an excuse, though things have been more stressful than usual, offline life having involved family and hospitals and stuff, but not gonna go into any details, things are better now either way so ye. my way of coping with things have been mostly to just play games (ffxiv mainly, leveling alts and other grinding can be a good distraction sometimes) and nothing else to keep my mind off things, so haven't been able to focus enough to do much of any art at all. I am hoping to get back into the swing of things, I am back on my meds that I skipped out on for like a year due to various reasons, but they seem to be helping again so yeah, fingers crossed that things will work out and such ha
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salsae · 11 months
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Doodling some new armor for cassie from memory cauz I'm not over the fact that everyone else is armored up yet cassie keeps going to war in ww merch + converse
((i also hav a lot of feelings for a nu52-->rebirth cassie fic abt her losing her armor and confidence and responsibility that canon refuses to tackle. anyways i think w some encouragement from her friends she'll figure it out))
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I was trying to define how I'm feeling rn and I came up with 'horrible, but in a good way'
#i mean yes horrible nasty#but not like yesterday or other days sometimes#(God be thanked that I forgot at the time that there actually is a knife in my room in a box bc if I'd remembered I'd wager anything#that I would not in fact have come out of that unscathed. I have buried the knife further in the box#so that in case such a crisis comes again I cannot easily get at it and hopefully I'll get some sense or tell somebody in the meantime.)#anyway rn it's the sort of horrible which is wearing and nasty but definitely still this-too-shall-pass#i can survive it without danger to life or limb in the least it's not as bad#and i know definitely that this is connected with having friend and her family staying over since wednesday#thankfully they're going home tomorrow at least#yes i am a horrible friend#yes this is making it worse#but i just - yes i love her and i love them. but i need space. i need alone time. i am at the end of my tether.#and yes apparently anxiety and uptightness and general wound up ness can get to the point it did yesterday#i only clawed up my face a bit and nothing lasting#only a few nail marks remain on my hands so im fine#but i won't deny that the evening of yesterday was honestly terrifying#if i'm like this emotionally still in terms of fragility by the time i go back to uni i don't think i'll cope with uni#at least without resorting to something desperate of some kind#i'm hoping getting a job soon if i can will pull me out of this slump#i need to do something about pursuing an adhd diagnosis or at least going to an educational psych like my doctor suggested#i cannot deal with it without at least one or the other of those#i mean i also need a referral from doctor to scoliosis review surgeon so if i can get an appointment with the specific doctor to get that#maybe i'll be able to get a referral to another adhd or educational person as well at the same time. i hope so#i don't know. sorry for having a breakdown all over tumblr#if im having a serious breakdown all over tumblr at any point that's probably my way of keeping me somewhere safe tbh#im sorry y'all have to be dumped with this but idk#and im sorry i can't promise to trigger tag or anything eithr bc i know if im in a state of crisis or my definition of crisis i will forget#guhh anyway idk why i dumped this all over the place sorry#to my followers who followed me bc of shenanigans: sorry#to everybody: sorry
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Question: anyone knows the difference between Wretch and Wraith ? I’m so lost
The Wraiths are these guys,
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The bound one from 2016 and the statue of one from Ancient Gods pt 2. They arrived in Argent D'nur via the World Spear, which is apparently a spaceship, and then three of them more or less created Argent D'nur, prompting the Argenta to worship them. Their power is known as Wraithcall, and things like the blue flame torches all over in Eternal and the Sentinel Batteries are powered by it, but I like to call it Wraithsong instead, because I misremembered it being that once and now I think it sounds cooler anyway. Sometime around when the Maykrs arrived in Argent D'nur, the three active Wraiths were lulled to sleep, and the Argenta worshiped the Maykrs instead, but they still used the Wraiths as power sources. The Night Sentinels were in charge of guarding them, though Valen betrayed them and led Hell to the sleeping Wraiths, leading to them ending up how they are in 2016, when you go to finally kill them. I have... a lot more I could say about them, and quite a few theories, too, but I've been pretty busy lately, and haven't had time to write 'em out.
The Wretch, as far as I'm aware, is only ever mentioned in one passage of the Slayer's Testament, in 2016:
And in his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Hell Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Doom Slayer in a mighy armor, wrought in the forges of Hell, impenetrable and unyielding.
Beyond that, iirc, the name never shows up again, so other than that he was somehow loyal to Hell but still helped the Slayer make the Praetor Suit, we really don't know anything about him. The leading theory, though, and one I do personally like quite a bit, is that the Wretch is another name for Valen, in addition to the Betrayer, but there's no absolute proof of this.
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the-oletus-parlor · 2 years
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Coming soon: Theater of Darkness
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guillemelgat · 2 years
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I think that it’s time for me to start rethinking this blog a bit, not for any reason in particular but mostly because with time I have changed, and I think that it’s time for me to acknowledge those changes. As much as it kills me to say it, I have gotten older and probably a little less dumb. While I won’t say that I’m much wiser, I do have more of an idea of what I want my language studies to look like going forward (at least for the next some amount of time).
In terms of languages, I’m going to continue to focus on Catalan (obviously), and also double down on Welsh and Basque in the hopes of reaching some level of fluency (~B2) in the next year or two. These are my main goals, and what I’m going to be structuring the blog around. In addition, I would really like to push for Malayalam sooner rather than later, so that’s going to be my main “beginner” language. Finally, I’m going to be studying Amharic as a sort of lighter bonus language, which I’ll work on if I have time but won’t push for immediate progress. I want to be able to speak it eventually, but it may be a bit before I get there.
In addition, I think that I’d like to focus in on Iberian and Celtic languages and cultures, at least for now. I’m terrible at learning multiple languages in the same family (especially Romance languages, I’ve always sucked at learning more than one so I just sort of rotate them around), but I’m so surrounded by speakers of Galician and Asturian and Aragonese and Aranese/Occitan and such (both on here, in the cultural stuff I interact with, and offline), and I’ve also gotten very sucked into stuff in Irish (and Cornish, and Gaelic) recently, so if I can get my Welsh and Basque under control I want to try diving into other languages! Maybe less from the perspective of learning to speak (at least initially) and more just to be able in those spheres without making people translate, but knowing me I’ll want to learn them before long 😅
Finally, I may be dabbling in some languages that are relevant to my local landscape—specifically these will probably be (Brazilian) Portuguese, Haitian Creole, and Russian. Most likely I won’t be posting a huge amount about these, but they may come up.
I’m also looking to write more about academic interests, especially with linguistics. Focuses may include language ecology, contact linguistics, and linguistic landscapes, but these are subject to change. I’m hoping to return this blog to something that I really valued about it before—not a place for me to teach as an “expert” (which I’ve never been), but more as a place for me to write notes and share my learning experience. So that being said, I may write up responses to papers or my synthesis of what they’re saying, and while it won’t be definitive and I don’t want it to be taken as such, I hope it enriches your stay here a bit!
Look out for more specific things in the coming days, but for now this is the more general update!
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dani u know what i love the most about tumblr. if u enter on twt now everyone's talking shit about the players and saying technical names bc we almost lost. and if u enter here there's happiness...fede pics... happiness bc we won.... we're just simpler and better people you know
sameee! like don’t get me wrong i loveee popping off but like also it’s necessary to take this with calm like it’s only the first game back after a long break and god i’m just happy with a win rn
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noxtivagus · 2 years
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these next few weeks r gna be extra crazy oh god
#🌙.rambles#uhh school yes. we go back to onsite (i'm hyflex) soon#i really have no idea what the future holds T_T i continue to believe in myself yes but#shs. yeah.#i'm hoping that i'll meet new ppl n make more friends#n i'm really going to have to prioritize my studies. i think i'm smart enough for a scholarship when it's time for college#hoping stem doesn't kill me T_T academics aren't particularly difficult for me but the workload n my mental health is uhhh 💀#i'm really going to have to fix my sleep sched. n time management bcs i'm gna join some school orgs this year#last two school years in this pandemic have been kind of a rest time for me. idk my mental health somehow got really fucked up#anyways i wna indulge more in hobbies as well so i'm rlly gna have to manage my time n energy better >.>#n then ffxiv oh god. 6.2 coming up but i'm still catching up on 6.0 and 6.1 T_T#i'm worried about ultimate/raiding prog w the static. i shldn't worry too much bcs i shldn't play as much anyways anymore but#my ffxiv/raider life isn't smth i want to sacrifice if possible. rn w all the time issues i'll just have to wait n see of what becomes of us#when i'm older n working ik i'll rarely have time to play games so i rlly want to enjoy what i can while i'm still young#that sounds so depressing but it's not /too/ bad when my work is my passion and love anyways :')#but there lies another problem bcs it seems like my social life is gna be even more nonexistent. hopefully not but#with being busy + anxiety it's. just hard. i can't stress enough how hard it is for me#but this is shs i wna enjoy myself as much as possible 🫠#n then w recent/upcoming events i've been thinking a lot of various stuff#two friends back on twintania r getting married in-game on saturday ><#'thats kinda gay' i said n he said he actually might be 🤭 interesting#that made me think tho abt how damn#most females i'm close with are straight while most males i'm close w are gay#everyone else i'm either not interested in or they're most likely interested in someone else 🤕#idm bcs love. is not. my priority. sobs. but#we may have prom this year ??? it wld be. idk cool maybe if i cld fulfill a dream of mine when i was younger#prom's the closest i can experience ig to like those ballroom kinda stuff. i rlly had a fondness for that kinda stuff around my noctis phase#i cld go w no one ig or apollo/a friend but#wwww let me be a kid this time i wna experience going to prom w someone who's 'more than just a friend'#that sounds so unrealistic but i'd like to have that experience in highschool yk T_T
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zaras22 · 5 months
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i need another dain quest already 😭😭
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toastsnaffler · 7 months
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MY PERIOD STARTED I FUCKING CALLED IT
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seven-thewanderer · 9 months
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Okay I know I said I would probably not be here for a bit, but I've come up with a system:
Everytime I finish a third of the book, I reward myself with Tumblr
and I finished a third (plus a lil extra), so now I'm on here again!!
So I'll probably not be here until I reach 2/3 finished, but I'm here until tomorrow (I know it's technically tomorrow but let me have this)
But I kinda wanna say one quick thing:
Tumblr's canon in the book I was reading
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aidenwaites · 1 year
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Sometimes its about. Crying on your couch at 4 in the morning because you accepted a job that you really didn't actually want to take but sort of had to
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