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  • 9life
    23.10.2021 - 8 minutes ago

    what’s with wattpad stories being aesthetically pleasing and then sucking

    #i do not read these by choice … kinda… rui likes reading stories w me.. so…. #wynnie doesn’t communicate
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  • the-fangirl-brunch-and-co
    23.10.2021 - 14 minutes ago

    Hey guys I am not going to be posting on this account anymore but if you want to follow my main it's @booksbiscuitsandbitches

    I've not been on the choices app on ages because between college and the new books I just don't have the time or the motivation but I'm not deleting my account or deactivating it. When I'll become active again I'm unsure, but if I'm not back before BOLAS 2 I'll be back for that (hopefully).

    #choices stories you play #choicesgame#pb choices#playchoices
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  • mynotsohealthyobsession
    23.10.2021 - 14 minutes ago

    Do I want to see an edit of this art with Adrian's face?

    Yes. Yes I do. Desperately.

    #choices stories you play #playchoices#pixelberry#choices #adrian raines x mc #adrian raines#ian kingsley #ian kingsley x mc #bloodbound#queen b
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  • chronomally
    23.10.2021 - 15 minutes ago

    I'm obsessed with this conversation I'm going to put my head through a wall

    #please feel free to ignore this #I'm watching The Untamed #'I hate you I wish my brother had never met you you ruined his life and changed him into someone I don't even recognize' #but also #'He loves you so much he would never leave you he's loyal and stubborn and I have no choice but to beg you not to break his heart' #Lan Zhan approaches! After all that! Jesus Christ!
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  • infriga
    23.10.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    Always save the fish yes, but also

    Always push Leo

    #detroit: become human #Detroit become human #He deserves it and also he survives anyway so #Also Carl lives that way and Markus gets to see him again #Random #Plus if you push him Carl actually gets to see his biological son start recovering instead of dying while Leo is still an addict #It's a win win choice #And most importantly as Leo's brother it is Markus's job to push him occasionally #Sorry I don't make the rules
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  • o5oflies
    22.10.2021 - 36 minutes ago
    #multiple choice reality #ask sparkly heart #hiding behind a mask #a game of question and response
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  • rumble-rose
    22.10.2021 - 37 minutes ago

    i like nesta a lot so of course my feelings on her are biased but honestly it really surprises me that more people who love feyre and rhysand aren’t annoyed with the way they’re portrayed in acosf because they are also written in very contradictory ways from the previous books idk it’s very strange to me

    #esp with rhys #like i get that becoming a father is going to change you but it seemed super drastic to me #idk i thought a big part of feysand’s relationship was the ability to have choice and agency? #and after not telling her that they were mates and the aftermath of that i thought honesty would be super important #idk hiding just how high risk feyre’s pregancy is from her just leaves a bad taste in my mouth #i think these books do attempt to correct the problems a lot of fantasy has when it comes to the treatment of women #they just miss the mark a lot in my opinion #don’t even get me started on mor lmao #acosf #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron#nesta#feyre archeron#feyre#rhysand
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  • colouredinblack1312
    22.10.2021 - 41 minutes ago

    This was recommended to me on Youtube about a week ago and it’s stuck in my head. What a voice!

    #sebastian krenz#scorpions #still loving you #blind audition #the voice of germany #tvog#the voice #not that I still watch this show #bc. the concept of casting shows is just...welp... #BUT whenever I see a thumbnail and I'm intrigued by the song choice #I'll watch it #I like to get to know 'new' amazing artists #maybe this isn't the best way to do it but it is way ;)
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  • dolcesuono
    22.10.2021 - 41 minutes ago

    idk why it would ever come up thread-wise but um.... older!hetty...

    #is this 90% because of my insane crush on r.achel w.eisz? #yes #is it a perfect choice? also yes #⚜  「 ooc. 」
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  • cmweller
    22.10.2021 - 44 minutes ago

    Challenge #03193-H284: To Hear Them Singing

    A hearing impaired human, now with implants to allow her some ability to hear, but is also telepathic, has saved up to purchase a ship and start their own business. She ends up finding a ship for sale and, while touring it, hears a familiar 'voice'. She buys the ship on the stop and joyfully reunites with her old friend.
    https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02621-g064-reach-out-and -- Anon Guest

    This is space, nobody can hear you scream without special equipment. There's not a lot that can conduct anything. If you are unlucky enough to encounter space as you are, you will boil before you freeze.

    For Human Joi, the silence of a livesuit was a silence she had known all her life. She had only ever heard speech by close contact. People literally putting their heads to hers and shouting VERY CLEARLY. For that, they called her broken. The world she was born on treated her as less than human at the best of times, and worse even than that when they found out.

    Joi could not talk. Her vocal chords were non-functional. They called her names she could not hear and made sure to be cruel to her. Her world did not miss her, and shipped her out with the rest of the living garbage in a box with dubious merits. That was then. Now? She had the stars.

    [Check the source to see the full story]

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  • misterfries
    22.10.2021 - 55 minutes ago

    This comic was absolutely not my vibe but I still love these cute moments between them

    #YA take on victor and nora is....a choice. idk if its a good choice but. a choice nonetheless. #; ooc tag.
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  • freenarnian
    22.10.2021 - 57 minutes ago

    Outpost on the Edge (Part I)

    An @inklings-challenge​ Story for Team Lewis

    Inklings Challenge | Team Lewis | Moodboard 

    Genre: Space Travel/Portal Fantasy (vaguely both?)

    Themes: Mystery, Stewardship, Humility, Sacrifice, Grace

    Word Count: 1,574

    Author’s Note: Part II coming soon!

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    Part I

                “Be comforted, small one, in your smallness. He lays no merit on you. Receive and be glad. Have no fear, lest your shoulders be bearing this world. Look! It is beneath your head and carries you.”

    ― C. S. Lewis, Perelandra

                “No one is told any story but their own.”

    ― C. S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy

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                I would not have you think that I am brave, or that I was elected to this post on account of it. If I am better suited to it than some, it is through no virtue other than my natural disposition, which finds no fault in silence, nor struggles to fill it with the inner music of my own contemplations. For this reason I volunteered to man the outpost on the edge of my true country.

                Mornings on the edge are white and windswept, infused with heather tea and permeated with the aroma of rain-washed earth. By midday all is overcast, and this is when I sleep. Evenings bring the only flush of color, a brief and gentle warming of my eyelids that wakes me as the sun peeks below the cloud line and sinks into the ocean. When all is dark, my vigil begins.

                I am grateful then, for my bequest of woolen sweaters against the damp and cold. Their twined and knotted patterns match the gorse that grows thick on the cliffs, granting me a sense of belonging in this landscape where life stands in contrast to the elements.

                Here, my very existence is one of defiance.

                As if to illustrate this point, my post is built on an outcrop, jutting from the coastline and skirted by waves so continuous as to give it the appearance of an island. I make my home on this brink, where the bedrock holds fast against the erosion of the soil around it. I like it well enough; it reminds me of the Lewisian gneiss of the land where I was born (not to be confused with my true country).

                I have never yet been to my true country, but I often think on that future embarkation as I shiver in the pre-dawn chill, and my anticipation seemingly quickens the sunrise that lightens the gray. Thus one joyful thought sustains me through the cruelest hour.

                I would not have you think my life here is one of isolation, either, for in this hour I meet my charges, where the storm-tossed waves deposit them on the shore below my lookout. Here the rocks stand with the foam at their feet, statues weathered beyond recognition. Broken against them are the bones of ships, ruins of a battle won long ago and forgotten by the souls who crawl out from the water and cower at the sight. Some are drawn to the light I carry, others hide in the shadows. All must be helped up the uncertain path to my outpost, and guided through the sea spray that obscures it from the ragged coastline. To many, I am no more than a hand reaching out through the mist.

                Then we step together through the doorway of my abode. I will describe it to you now, so you may imagine it (as you must—for it is a strange sight, composed of disparate parts of other times and places). I can best liken it to a series of train cars. The first of these is my dwelling, with every needed thing in evidence (bed, stove, tea, etc.). Attached to it are several other compartments, similarly provisioned, for guests. The last is a library—or rather, access to a library, by way of a narrow and spiraling staircase at the far end, as you may have seen leading up to a second level of seating. Only this staircase leads to a space altogether unexpected, the proportions of which you would never guess from below. The windows, bright spillways of light high in the walls overhead, are shaped like those of a passenger train, but there the mind's eye must relinquish any further resemblance. The central aisle is in size and appearance more like that of a cathedral, with towering bookcases instead of pews. Beyond that I cannot describe it in terms you would understand, save for one final feature: an impression of movement, quite unlike a train, for there is nothing mechanical in the sound or sensation—no rattle of tracks, no whirring of wheels, no hum of any engine whatsoever—merely a faint vibration felt in the blood rather than the feet, bringing with it a certainty that one is not stationary.

                "Thank you," I say upon entering, for something in the nature of this library prompts it.

                Once, in a fit of feeling, I climbed to the very top of a shelf and peered out one of the windows, through the ripples and bubbles of the glass, half expecting the view to be a moving blur of starlight and whatever else stirs above the clouds. Instead, I met an exalted view of my coastal perch, at once familiar and yet transformed. It changed my mood altogether. There I sat, and looked down on all my lesser emotions, feeling only the exhilaration that is unique to high places.

                Then I clambered down again, carefully, so as to inflict no injury on the books. These are unnumbered, of every size and color, the slenderest volumes usually the most pristine in appearance, while the older, fatter tomes tend to be ragged, as though knocked about or well-handled with love, or both.

                One might think a library is a place of mental or emotional endeavor only, but for me it is a physical labor akin to the dredging of souls that I perform every night on the shore. The bookshelves are vast and must be searched and sorted (and dusted—so much dusting), as the research I do here pertains to my guests. Each visitor has a book that relates to them specifically, as well as other texts that touch upon or interconnect with it. My task is to find and cross-reference, collect and assemble. The sheer size of the library caused me no little consternation, when first I came to it, but I have since noticed how the pertinent manuscripts have a way of coming to hand when I need them. Sometimes, a book topples from its shelf or makes its way mysteriously to my desk, where I have learned to let it lie in wait, knowing its significance will become apparent to me in time (often with the subsequent arrival of a particular guest). Finally, I present all relevant passages as they apply to the guest, who has been resting meanwhile.

                We all get lost in our own stories, sometimes.

                It is not unusual for my guests to ask me questions I cannot answer, for the full story is never told all at once (it would take an eternity to tell). Sufficient for each of my visitors is the reminder that we are still in the middle of something greater. If I can reassure them of their significance, that is enough. I have been given orders not to go seeking more.

                Some of my guests stay longer than others; some return frequently, others visit only once. I serve them all tea with their stories, as often as they want it. Sometimes I help them commit passages to memory, or chart their next destination, or build the little boats on which they make their journeys hence. These partings are made bearable by the hope of seeing them again (though perhaps not here).

                But now I must tell you of an arrival unlike the others, and remind you that I am not brave.

                For some time I have anticipated the coming of The Guest, which is not unannounced. It grew first in my mind as an apprehension, then as an explanation for a creeping rot (of sorts) within the library. There have always been books I cannot open, pages I cannot read, either because the words will not come into focus or because they are too bright for my eyes. Often there are footnotes or scribbles in the margins that are as yet too faint to decipher, though they are growing bolder all the time. I am used to these peculiarities and know them to be harmless to my work. But a spreading plague of blots obscuring important words, or sentences written over other sentences so as to make both unreadable—in these I sense something sinister, even before the words begin rearranging themselves into insults and nonsense and things unrepeatable.

                I slam the cover on one such discovery, as the sun steeps low in the sky, a citrus teabag lowering itself into a boiling ocean.

                I will make tea, I decide. It will brace me for the watch to come, and lie in preparation for my visitor. It matters not what type of visitor they may be; I greet them all the same, as I would wish to be greeted. There is a certain ritual to the process—the measuring of the leaves, the arranging of the cups—and it calms me. Even as the crashing waves grow louder with an incoming storm, I take solace in the performance of these simple actions, and in the old familiar music of my meditations: There is nothing to fear. Nothing may come here but what is already written. I remember the precious honeycomb left behind by one of my previous guests, and I fetch it. The edge of my spoon rasps against the sturdy clay of the mugs as I add a generous helping of honey to each, this homey and humdrum sound at odds with the rising tempest outside.

                Between one full stir and the next, I hear the creaking of the threshold. 

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    (to be continued)

    #freenarnian's inklings challenge tag #inklingschallenge#team lewis#story: unfinished#theme: mystery#theme: stewardship#theme: humility#theme: grace#theme: sacrifice #genre: space travel #genre: portal fantasy #(I know this is a strange combination of the two that never fully commits to either one) (but there you have it) #I just hope my choice of a somewhat prosaic narrator doesn't clash too horrifically with the fantastical setting #and that the story doesn't lack immediacy on account of this character being so very calm and slow and methodical #(which for me is the whole charm of the character going forward into this conflict) #still feels to me like a concept-sketch in need of fleshing out but oh well it is what it is for now! #every time I read through it I find another typo help #header images courtesy of unsplash
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  • ichbineinlesbisch
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Reconnected with the one friend I wanted to reconnect with hell yeah

    #she was the friend where I felt kinda bad bc she forgot my birthday #literally the first thing she did today was apologize for not telling me happy birthday <3 #doddie redet #also she said out loud exactly what I feel which is 'even if we haven't talked in a year we can just start talking again and it feels like #nothing has changed' bc yeah <3 #like. Whenever we stopped talking for a bit in that time we changed a bit #but we've always changed in the same direction? like that we're still compatible and everything #Where with other people sometimes we just grow apart when we change #anyways we're some kind of soulmates or whatever nbd #ALSO thank you at the dude who tried to drag me onto the dancefloor a few times #and poked me & smiled at me whenever he passed me #It made me feel a bit more involved <3 (he's the boyfriend of the friend I reconnected with) #also I'm trying my hardest not to regret not being on the dancefloor more #I would've had a fucking panic attack if I'd done that I made the correct choice! Stop regretting things you didn't do @ me
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  • schokoschaum
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    THERE IS A LIMIT FOR LINKS PER POST?!

    omg I have to split up my nav, oh god disgusting

    #*🍵 #I don’t want those navs where you get directed to five other posts #those get on my nerves but I have no other choice AAAAAHHHHHHH
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  • mitchmarnii
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    🎶 Now look at me and this opportunity….is standing right in front of meeee🎶

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  • remyinthewoods
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    i feel like the people at work finally realized i’m a physically fragile little pansy

    like, i can see you thinking it, and YES there is always something mildly wrong with me, get used to it

    #there's only been one instance so far where i had no choice but to leave work though so like #hopefully no one thinks i'm a weak worker
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  • enderspawn
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    quick very important question who would you say is the most popular hermit

    #I have a stupid creation idea but I wanna make sure I’m accurate w the Popular Choice #mcyt#hermitcraft#delete later
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  • dabibones
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago
    #it was certainly a choice for me to rb this ask meme when i have the memory of a goldfish looool #fleur-de-leap #bones.ask
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  • vampking
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    WHY do i keep seeing posts with BLACK TEXT /nbh

    #sp.txt #is this an active choice or does tumblr just not let you have default colors?????? #i cant see this black text stuff guys i have dark mode why is this a common thing im seeing
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  • domoz
    22.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    hear me out: bnha esports au

    #i will not be elborating #ok i will be elaborating a little: baku/todo rivalry over who's the better mid #(todo doesn't care hes fine playing carry) #izuku is a god tier support player but he's the coch/strategist now ever since the accident that fucked up his hands #unfortunantly my game of choice is dota 2 which means im like haha lmao shinso plays enchantress and chen
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