YOUR 2020 WORLD SERIES CHAMPION LOS ANGELES DODGERS

i saw someone say that if you follow the month/day/year format, almost everyone (rip december and later in the month birthdays) has a Taylor Swift song birthday. The month is the studio album and the date is the track on said album. So me, born June 6th, would have the 6th song on Taylor's sixth album be my birthday song, aka, LWYMMD

(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)

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Give me Percabeth pre-HoO. Give me Percy driving after school to go see Annabeth, and staying in her dorm way too late. Give me Annabeth being genuinely happy for one of the first times in her life, all because this seaweed brain stole her hat and made her kiss him three times to get in. Give me Percabeth having a weekend sleepover at Sally Jackson’s apartment watching movies and stealing kisses that last a little too long. Give me Percy taking Annabeth out on their first proper date where he’s super nervous and slightly awkward, but it’s perfect because they’re together. Give me promises under the night sky that they’ll be together forever, and kisses that make their hearts ache in a way they’ve never felt before. And then give me Annabeth crying with Sally because Percy’s been gone for two whole weeks without a single word.

forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.

¬ bonus:

Still upset Karamel didn't become Endgame....

....BUT at least they're Endgame in Real Life

✨ Welcome to the Eras Tour! ✨

Prepare to be disappointed and maybe amused.

In December 2023 I organized a trip to Prague for my class and we booked a professional guide who created a fun game full of historical facts. The kids competed in groups by answering questions as we proceeded to go around and over the Charles Bridge, where THIS plague is situated under one of the statues. There we stopped, seeing a couple petting the dog, and the guide suddenly asked:

"Do you know what they are petting the dog?"

And the kids were all like: "For good luck!"

Instead, we got: "Because they are idiots!"

And then he told us he is a friend with a historian and a statistician, who got merry in a pub one night and made a bet. That same night they took some cleaning chemicals and polished the dog - which had never been petted by people before and was as ignored as everything around it - and installed a small camera on a nearby lamppost. They just wanted to know if more or less than 100,000 people would touch the dog in a month now that it looked like it was "lucky." It was really just a psychological test of how impressionable people are.

It was way, way more and ever since people still pet it. But it was not something that happened on its own. It was a drunken bet between two academics.

I still firmly believe that Tatiana Maslany should have won more awards for her work in Orphan Black, she is literally like half of the cast and yet each character she plays is distinct and different enough to tell when one is pretending to be another and so on and so forth

You could literally believe that each character is played by different actors if it weren't for the fact that they all have the same face and you wouldn't be able to find that many actors who look alike

anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

here is what i am trying to say: there are words i use because i read them in someone else's work first. i construct sentences and imagery and metaphors because i was 11, 12, 13 14 15 16 and lonely and depressed and i found books and fics that made me feel so deeply and long for something i couldn't even put a name to, but knew i wanted to encompass and internalize and reflect back. i would copy lines i loved into notebooks and just study them, read them over and over again trying to figure out what could possibly make this string of words so beautiful to me - and if i understood it, maybe i would be able to write beautiful things, too. is there honestly any greater connection to have with people you don't know - people whose lives you've crossed purely in art? the people who inspired me have no idea they did, because i was a kid who hadn't become anything yet, who hadn't uncovered those secrets of how to build anything out of letters, but they shaped me in extraordinary ways.

i've now had the unmeasurable honor of people telling me these things, that i have inspired them and the way they use words to pick apart emotion and language, and i have seen that impact. i've seen people write with echoes of me because they read something and loved it the way i loved when i was younger - with that awe and wonderment and depth of feeling. i've seen phrases of mine, or dialogue, or metaphors, similes, poetry. i've had people ask for advice, or reference me in school work, or get tattoos. do you get the magnitude of that? it's not about ego. it's not that i'm trying to say, look how good i am. i'm trying to say that we all have the power and capability to affect each other through art in the most profound ways imaginable. i'm trying to say that once i was someone who didn't know how to write, and i looked up to people the same way people now look up to me, and it's completely surreal. we don't know each other. but we cross each other's lives and change each other without forethought or knowledge, and those people will go on to change other people, and i think fandom - for all its bullshit - interconnects us in such subtly tangible ways that it's impossible to even know all the people you've touched. but for me, it's something i deeply, deeply cherish about fandom; maybe we've never spoken, and maybe we never will, but for a moment, we were so close together. i wrote something to feel and you felt it. you felt it too.

and me, at 11, 12, 13 14 15 16, is a little less lonely.

got the chance to commission the amazing @lovelooksgudonu

this is a soft little cuddle from angels like you, when they were staying in the cabin

i could not have asked for anything better, she gave me exactly what i wanted, i'm so so happy with how it turned out!

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