May 2012
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robbicyclestark:
you know
game of thrones is a really fascinating show
it’s a really interesting look at the consequences of political clashes
and a commentary on gender roles and economic inequality
i watch for the plot you guys
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Person: Can you please stop referencing The Hunger Games in all of our conversations please
Me: I just can't afford to think like that
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The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English
learntoofly:
The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English careliu:
kristinagrossmann:
Ailurophile A cat-lover. Assemblage A gathering. Becoming Attractive. Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks. Brood To think alone. Bucolic In a lovely rural setting. Bungalow A small, cozy cottage. Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye. Comely Attractive. Conflate To blend together. Cynosure A focal point of admiration....
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Hormones lie.
I’ll never get used to the fact that, once a month, I lose the ability to trust my own mind. That I can go from 150 mph to a dead stop on the whim of some nameless chemical. That I can hate everything that I am and frak up my entire life for no reason at all.
PMDD is some SCARY. FUCKING. SHIT.
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April 2012
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Knots, Part 3 (Finnick's origin, Finnick/Annie) →
Previous…
Bend the ends, make one of two…
Another tug, another knot undone. He let one frayed end tickle across his palm, rolled the escaping threads between his fingers. Taking up the other end, he looped them together, tying a quick sheet bend and pulling it tight. Tighter. Until his calloused fingers screamed.
The rope formed a ring now. Two broken edges had become a whole.
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So that last chapter of my Finnick origin fic was 4,600 words long.
I don’t know whether to feel well-spent or frightened. Hah.
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I always seem to get the whole "write drunk, edit...
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Isabela: I enjoy a man with markings like that.
Fenris: You've enjoyed many, I suspect.
Isabela: Where I come from, they're called "tattoos." Sailors get them all the time.
Fenris: Not made of lyrium, I'd imagine.
Isabela: Not a one. And the pictures are different—usually breasts.
Fenris: I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed onto my chest would make things better.
Isabela: That's me. I'm a helper.
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Quoth The Raven...
“Meh.”
(Other than the urge to stride purposefully while wearing a long cloak and perhaps reread some Poe… I’m woefully unaffected. Props to Luke Evans’ straining neck muscles, though.)
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