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Today was soooo amazing! This little town is gorgeous! Amazing food, books stores and antique shopping! I might be in heaven!
#small town america#love it here#no place id rather be.. except Antarctica#transgender#trans#trans pride#transisbeautiful#transgirl#mtf#mtf hrt#girlslikeus#maletofemale#transformation#actually trans#this is what trans looks like#trans fem#trans feminine#trans goddess#trans is beautiful#trans is sexy#trans mtf#trans woman#trans positivity#trans women#trans women are women#trans women are beautiful#trans people#mtf positivity#lgbtqiia+#lgbt positivity
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when silver is no one from no where with no past and flint is so completely defined by his past. and silver's story is just beginning and you know flint's is about to end <3
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What I especially enjoy in these two fandoms is how there's a bit of a lull...
Then literally anything they do for some reason hits us in a gut "He wore clothes! / They made food! / They tried to swim! / They were sitting on a couch!"
And then there's a bit of a pause because everyone here got tired at the same time..
...And the circle repeats 😂
There's no in between: only "everyone scream and climb walls" or "I'm dead let me rest"
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There's a spectrum of new member reactions to Las Casualonas and on one end is Nikki not knowing where to look and shyly averting her eyes and on the other end is Ironmouse immediately taking a seat in front of the stage and cheering on the strippers
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rumplestiltskin turning gaston into a rose which he then gives to belle and prompts her to talk about her old life will never not be so funny to me. shes sitting there like “hmm i never cared much for gaston… to me love is layered its a mystery :)” whole time gaston is a flower on the table sitting behind her and she doesnt even know. do you think he in flower form could hear everything. did he have to just put up with that.
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i also popped into the grapes in sheffield yesterday (where the monkeys played their very first gig back in 2003 🥹) for a quick pint and it literally had the loveliest atmosphere, even the bouncer was super sweet. cash only, live music happening in a back room, exclusively locals (and me, sorry), and an arctic monkeys banner above the bar 🥰 (and i spotted baby alex at the leadmill too 🫶🏼)
#had to do a little arctic monkeys pilgrimage of course ❤️#it was so lovely hearing the accent everywhere#and everyone was so friendly and helpful#like extremely so#my train to london was cancelled this morning so i asked someone for help#and they went out of their way to make sure i could go on another one and helped me find everything#and then informed his colleagues of what was going on and they later came to check on me to see if i was all sorted now 🥺#northern hospitality 💯#love it here#anyways sorry for all the rambling lol#i am just feeling emotional about everything apparently#alex turner#arctic monkeys#minnie talks
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another good omens and LMK enjoyer :0000
alas it is a curse
#/joke#answered asks#spoop speaks#its so silly as well bc gomens' fandom is mainly very cool adults#and i come in with my crayons and such and go 'hey guys i like cartoons' and they go 'you go buddy'#love it here
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I love your double whammies so
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Sam gets her wisdom teeth out and Tara has to get her back to the apartment and in bed as she’s coming off of the laughing gas. Chaos ensues.
I gave the inverse to Kai :)
“Dreams”
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It was supposed to take an hour. An hour fifteen, tops.
Yet here Tara was, pacing back and forth in that tiny waiting room. She was sure that she was wearing holes into the shitty gray carpet, but she didn’t really care.
All she cared about was getting Sam home safe and sound, with little to no extra blood loss. Tara knew there was going to be blood loss- she remembers the time she had gotten her wisdom teeth out. She laughed so hard at a stupid joke Chad made and ripped open a stitch. She had also never seen Sam panic that much in a long time.
In a way, it was refreshing being on the other side. Maybe it was wanton cruelty, but Tara liked knowing that Sam trusted her enough to let herself go under and get a much-needed surgery. Sam had been in pain for so long- waking up in tears, chewing on one side, and only eating soft foods for weeks. It was painful to watch Sam pretend she wasn’t in pain.
Thank god they were here now.
But if they don’t wheel out her loopy sister in the next ten minutes, Tara would show them what the sister of a Loomis could do.
Luckily for the staff of the Oral surgery clinic, Sam was wheeled out within four minutes to spare. Tara nearly collapsed at the sight of her chipmunk-cheeked big sister smiling despite the cotton in her mouth. The nurse wheeling Sam out was laughing a bit, their eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Hope you have Fleetwood Mac loaded up on that iPhone of yours,” teased the nurse as she helped Tara load Sam into the car.
Tara frowned, puzzled. Sam didn’t care for Fleetwood Mac. In fact, her big sister probably couldn’t even name five Fleetwood Mac songs.
Sam took care of that question within the first minute of the drive, even before Tara peeled out of the parking lot.
“Dreams.”
Glancing back at her big sister, Tara raised an eyebrow. Sam looked back at Tara, her eyes dazed, her swollen cheeks stretched in a wide smile. Reaching over the dash, Tara squeezed Sam’s hand, the corner of her mouth twitching.
“What was that, Sammy?” she soothed, rubbing her thumb across her big sister’s calloused hand.
Sam just smiled. “Dreams. Thunder only happens when it’s raining,” she sang, her voice muffled by the cotton in her mouth.
Tara laughed, shaking her head. Of course, her big sister wanted to hear a song she had never listened to before. “Don’t talk, Sammy. I’ll play Dreams for you. Just relax, okay?”
Her big sister nodded, her smile growing impossibly wider as the first few notes of Dreams pumped out through the car speaker.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Tara rolled her eyes as Sam sang along to every word.
Seriously, when the hell did she listen to this song?
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Somehow, the journey to the apartment went smoothly. Tara had even gotten Sam into comfortable sweats and a loose t-shirt and got her settled onto the couch.
It turned out that the biggest problem of their day was picking out a movie for Sam to watch.
“Okay. Do you want to watch Finding Nemo?” Tara asked, flipping through the channels.
Sam shook her head, her eyes glazed. “Don’t like fish. Scaly.”
Tara bit back a laugh. What a lie. Sam loved seafood. Just last week, they had their regular sushi date. “Okay, makes sense. How about Bolt?”
Her big sister again shook her head, her eyes watering. “Dogs,” she whimpered.
Raising an eyebrow, Tara looked at her big sister. “Dogs? What about them? You’ve always wanted a German Shepherd, Sam. You wanted to name it Rocco, yeah?”
Tears started falling out of Sam’s eyes, pooling down her chipmunk cheeks. Tara put down the remote and curled into her sister’s side.
“Hey, Sammy, honey, what’s wrong? What happened?” she soothed, running a hand through Sam’s hair.
Her big sister sniffled, her eyes big and sad. “Dogs are so cute. I can’t believe they’re real,” she sobbed, snot running down her nose.
It took everything in Tara not to laugh.
She would be lying if she didn’t laugh into a hand towel as she went to find tissues to wipe away her sister’s tears.
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“Sam, you gotta eat the mashed potatoes. You like mashed potatoes!” Tara griped in frustration, the spoon in her hand shaking.
Sam just shook her head, her eyes trained on the screen before her. After an hour of tears and hidden laughs, they finally settled on Frozen. Sam seemed to be liking it well enough, but she wasn’t eating on account of Elsa’s singing.
For the millionth time in the last two hours, Sam was tearing up again. Tara sighed, setting down the bowl and spoon. She reached into her pocket, pulled out another tissue, and carefully wiped away her big sister’s tears.
“What’s up, Sammy?” she asked, the corners of her mouth twitching as Sam began blubbering again.
“She just sings so well, Tara! Why can’t I sing? Why am I not famous?” she wailed, sniffling.
Tara fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead slipped into Sam’s side and intertwined her fingers with Sam’s. She kissed the side of her big sister’s head, smiling into the hair that matched her own.
“You don’t need to be famous, Sam. You just need to be mine. You’re all I need, my love. All I need,” she murmured, kissing Sam’s head again.
Sam leaned into the touch, sniffling a bit. The two sat in silence, watching as Elsa sang Let It Go. It was nice cuddling her big sister, even if she wasn’t feeling so hot. Just like they were kids. Disney movies and cuddles.
Tara was so damn lucky.
Eventually, Sam broke the silence.
“Can you play Dreams again?”
Tara groaned, reaching over for the remote.
“You don't even like Fleetwood Mac,” she grumbled, switching to the Spotify app.
They listened to the song at least fifty more times.
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A few months later
“What the FUCK?”
Tara scrambled down the stairs, running towards her sister’s angry, confused voice. Her thoughts were racing- it couldn’t be Ghostface, right? No. It couldn’t be. It had been nearly two years since the last attack. This couldn’t be it.
Sliding into the kitchen, Tara panted, her hands on her knees. There Sam stood, one hand holding a steaming cup of coffee, the other holding her phone. Her big sister looked angry, puzzled even.
“What? What’s wrong? Is it Ghostface? The Twins? What, Sam? What?” Tara gasped, a hand on the stitch in her side.
Sam just shook her head, shoving her phone in Tara's face. “Spotify Wrapped just came out. How is Dreams my number one song? I don’t even like Fleetwood Mac!”
Despite her anger, annoyance, and lack of breath, Tara laughed.
That’s what she thought.
#scream#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#carpenter sisters#wisdom teeth sam#tara is so tired of her shit#love it here#AU: protect my heart
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concerned Jim best Jim
Doctor's orders, Diane Duane
#Jim's list of things to do: yell at spock to take care of himself ✅ yell at bones to take care of himself ✅#I've only read 3 chapters so far#but the amount of times these idiots (affectionate) are more concerned with the well-being of each other rather than their own is. a lot.#love it here#star trek books#doctor's orders#z.reads#z.speaking
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touchstarved AKA that game that got people learning about a bunch of flowers, myths, and mystic symbolism from only the demo
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he is saying flint conjured that storm <3
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anyone: makes a post about how Nestas trauma makes her angry and mean and hatwful
the internet Nesta Antis crashing through the ceiling: ok but thats not an EXCUSEEEE to neglect her SISTERRRRRR
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Hey tumblr nuked my account because this website is coded like a sims 4 content patch, so here's the new one...same name, same everything just starting from scratch on what is now the worst day of my life.
Posting this cause I just spam-followed my mutuals and don't want them to think I randomly unfollowed them.
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What I’m I supposed to do now that JJK Thursdays are over?!?!
Percy Jackson Tuesdays: hey how you doing
#jujutsu kaisen#percy jackon and the olympians#where one falls another rises#found my next hyperfixtation#love it here#also confirmed my fave character trope is himbos#they’re so cute#yuji itadori#Percy Jackson#both a lil dumb#but they try
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