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Latest Posts by its-okay-youre-adorable - Page 2
and, of course, the humble fermata (Australian friendly period):
I love you dead punctuation marks.
keep a smol piano under my pillow for the 🎹Piano Man™️🎹
keep a little mail under my pillow for the 🎵mailmannn🎵
which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?
playin in my crayons again
[ID: a crayon drawing of three overlapping traced hands. one is colored with a cloudy blue sky, one a starry night sky, and one a sunset. the spots where they overlap are left white, and the background is filled with swimming fish.]
I love being an adult! You get to say things like "like a faraday cage but for wifi" and instead of people going what are you talking about they get mad and go "‼️ exactly what is UP with that??" and boom you've made a frien
FUN *fun* FACT: If you cook a potato (1) (one) (potato) and then you cut it ! in half then you now have TWO (2) baked potatoes !! for the price of 1 (one) !!
Miles's excuse for anything Gwen or Peter say no to is "It's for Morale(s)"
"get out of the way Spider-Man we have Elephant Boy now"
how do you say "I'm gonna die thank you so much" but in a way that makes sense to a person possibly less familiar with "I'm gonna die thank you so much"
If so you may be eligible for compensation!
Has your OC ever been named in, or the subject of, a prophecy?
keep a little shirt under my pillow for the shirtmaaaaannn
keep a little mail under my pillow for the 🎵mailmannn🎵
i'm still not over the fact that merlin is an actual name of the actual bird (i can't believe that my old stuffed birds drawing practice was for use just now)
thank you, googly eyes on the red fire bell on the third floor of the engineering building. some days you're carrying all of us
"And... what do I do with the other two wishes?" the genie asks, looking... uncomfortable?
You thumb through the book in your hand, watching the genie flicker like stop motion as you look between her and the book's pages. The deal is done. You close the book and set it aside.
"Well, you could just give them to the next person, right?"
"No, each person gets three. You, the next person, the next. They can't have four or five."
"But I can have just one, right?"
"Honestly... I don't know? From what I know it's more transitory; you can have one wish under the premise that you will eventually have your second and third."
There are things you could wish for. Maybe you could apply the same principle to writing. Or you could as for a nice honey and lemon drink, something to just get the wishes out of the way. But something inside you just... doesn't want that.
"What about you?" you find yourself asking, eyes lowered to the ground. Ashamed? "Does it... does it ever get tiring?"
She heaves a sigh. "If you're thinking about wishing for my freedom, hoping to leverage a friend out of the deal, I prefer to remain in my genie state. (And they patched that bug years ago.)"
"Of course they did," you muse, not giving that part too much thought. You were asking a different question. "But what I meant was, the magic. Do you ever get tired?"
She's quiet for a moment. "What do you mean?" she asks, voice a little whisperier than before.
"Is that a yes?"
Quiet.
"You could - you could stay here. Or everywhere. Wherever. You don't have to not be a genie, you just don't have to grant wishes for a while either. I'm still thinking of my last two wishes." Your heart is beating way harder than you feel is justified. You pick up the book again and open it to some page in the beginning middle, staring down the words until your racing heart slows down.
You close the book to find the genie lost in thought.
She looks at you with a half smile. "I gave you that power, you know. I'm something of exempt from the time-pausing."
You redden a bit. "Sorry."
"It gave me time to think," she says.
You both stand there for a minute.
"And did you-"
"Keep your wishes," she blurts. "Don't use them."
You're both trembling, you because of what you might have just done, her probably for similar reasons.
"Do you want a hug?"
She engulfs you in a huge embrace, still shaking like a leaf. "I'll be back one day," she says.
Then the hug ends, and she turns and goes. Out the door and gone.
You retire to the couch to scrunch up in a corner and process everything that just happened. Time would pass, and...
Well, you had work in the morning. You pick up a book. No matter what you read, it all comes out reminding you of her.
She'd be back one day.
"YOU HAVE THREE WISHES," the genie says grandly. "Oh no, that's fine I don't need all three. I just wanted one." The genie raises an eyebrow. "So what is your 'one' wish?" "I wish for time to stop every time I pick up and read a book—and start again when I put it down, so I always have time to read."
KNIFE BOOPS
If Tumblr really wanted to break the entire website, they should give us Boops on March 15th.
idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol
current mood im experiencing
i felt like the answer was so obvious on this one. and it was the answer no one chose
okay poll time!
"Perhaps another baleada will cure me."
maybe the real black magic was the medications we picked up along the way (draining my body of its everyday uses until I get stronger but just you wait)
I think this is a tragedy? Sober in its irony My poor frightened phone with its ever-beating heart and failed and failing touchscreen
still gives me notifications and as I work here on my computer my terminally ill phone pings
A message telling me
my new phone has arrived and is in the mailroom
the fold -> foldren pipeline
the best thing about owning sourdough bread is that you get to eat sourdough bread