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When thinking about a goal or facing a choice, think only about the state of mental comfort. Have a cozy evening.

"We emerged from under the rubble! We are the children you did this to! We are not scared of you!" - young Palestinian children who survived israeli bombing campaigns

It's time to buck up, put on my big girl panties and face the tragic reality that percy jackson is in fact a horse girl.

Agata Padol (b.1964) - A Girl Looking at the Sea. 2022. Acrylic on canvas.

Gatekeeper. Hello everyone, I hope you're having a great weekend! I'm going to keep this a little brief, I've been burning the candle at both ends and I could use a nap! I hope you like the new page and Frank's new body. Who knew that Frank was secretly a (sea)horseboy?

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The confidence long skirts and dresses give me, ya’ll don’t even know

WIP Wednesday!

From Drive All Night:

Soon the lights dimmed and music from a single trumpet, warm and low, snaked throughout the room. A girl, maybe a couple years older than Nancy, stepped through the multicolored curtains. She had brown skin, a sweetly rounded face, and serious dark eyes ringed with kohl. Her dress was a simple, modestly cut midnight blue velvet, with absolutely adorable shoes to match. Nancy wondered how hard it would be to find sky blue pumps.  Then a butterfly, pink and luminescent, appeared in the girl’s hand, and Nancy forgot all about shopping.  “How?” she whispered to Heather, but the other girl just giggled. “A magician never reveals her secrets,” she said, gazing raptly at Kali.  More wonders followed: a swarm of butterflies, a flock of birds, a parade of dancing flowers. In vain, Nancy looked around for a film projector. Then she gave up, ordered a sidecar, and enjoyed the rest of the show.  Kali finished with a shower of light that rained down on her until it covered her body in shining golden scales. Then the lights went out. A split second later, they came on and she was gone. 

From Tonight, Tonight, The Highway's Bright:

Billy wasn’t in English class the following Monday, so Nancy offered to bring him the homework assignment for 1984. Mr. Lassiter smiled at her hesitantly and said it was nice of her. All the teachers were careful with her now; her transformation from goody-two-shoes bookworm to King Steve’s latest consort to screaming crazy girl to popular ice queen in the space of a few months had made them nervous. Nancy wore soft, fluffy pastel sweaters over demure knee-length skirts and put ribbons in her hair to smooth over the past (and, truth be told, to get a rise out of Carol, who hated her outfits), but of course people remembered her punching the wall. Her hand still ached when it rained.

From Tomorrow's a Long Way Off:

“There you are,” said a tired-looking Mr. Green as he entered the lobby. “Go help Robin clean up Cinema 1, will you? These kids are animals.”  Sure enough, Robin was standing in the middle of the theater next to the bright yellow cleaning cart, looking despairingly down at the fold-out seat. When Jonathan got close, he saw a suspicious dark patch on the worn red fabric. When he got closer, the ammonia smell of urine hit his nostrils. “Okay,” he told Robin. “Don’t panic.” “I’m not panicking,” she said. Her eyes were wide, and she sounded like she was trying not to laugh, which wasn’t reassuring. “Jonathan…they’re just so gross.”  “Some kids just get way too excited over Star Wars,” he said, suppressing a grin. It was gross, and he would’ve been in a much more sour mood if he’d had to face it alone. “It’s not a big deal. Paper towel, water and vinegar, baking soda, vacuum. That’s all you need.” “They also drink their weight in Coke,” Robin grumbled, as he pulled a roll of paper towels from the cart and started blotting the seat. “Thanks a lot, by the way. Chrissy Cunningham said you cut up all the frogs and stuff for her in bio last semester, but I wasn’t expecting…” She trailed off and grabbed a trash bag from the cart, then started picking litter off the floor. “She took all the notes,” he said. “Her handwriting’s way better than mine.” 

Life belongs to you, and nothing will be impossible for you if you really want it. Good morning to you.

Ah, yes. My two favourite Blorbos. The "qUirKy hOrSe GiRl" and the Manic Pixie Dream Girl <3

The cute cake & cupcakes (& swimtail) my little sister is getting for her birthday tomorrow!

What’s really a tragedy is we never got a monster high movie/doll set where the ghouls had to enter a horse race to save the school and they each got their own horse that just coincidentally matched them and they all don’t know anything about horses until a new character or three explains about bonds with your mount and then there’s a montage of them giving their horses makeovers to show them bonding and then they win the big derby with their freaky fabulous mounts and also Bloodgood would get a fancy new outfit and not have been exclusive and they would all be dressed like cowboys and the word ‘cowghoul’ would be used but instead we got those weird little centaur kids to compete with my little pony