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So I have a story. Placeholder name is The Wandering so...do with that what you will

In short I'll be doing stuff abt my story on her. Except not next week I actually have random other junk to do then

Ok but yes I always forget how green the grass gets in spring and it never fails to make me unimaginably happy when I see how luscious and soft it looks and I'm like...*lays down and takes a 5 hour nap there*

something fun about where I live is that the grass doesn't fully die during the winter, so we still have green grass poking out of snow and such. So every time spring rolls around I think, "now it's time for things to get more green, but the grass is already green so idk how it's going to get greener...." and every year I get to watch it prove me wrong

wowwww so um this was an accident. Apparently I literally couldn't spell my "brain" that day. wow

at least I got a good laugh out of it lol

some days I can't even spell my brian

Umbra 🛡️

Oooo good one. Well, she is very guarded, especially with her mind. She feels like if anyone knew what was in her head, they'd look at her as a monster (and a recent villainous role in a play made her wonder if the weeks of being immersed in the role would push her to become like the character). But she goes on the offense when someone talks about it. And her mind is overshadowed by so many things. Here are a few little snippets where this is showed

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“Umbra, I know what you fear.” Umbra’s expression darkened. “But listen to my words, for we have little and waning time.” She stood still as a monument, her eyes avoiding his. “You fear what effect this role, this woman, may have upon you.” He knows. Umbra was in shock and she felt a tear on her face from realizing the sheer awfulness this thought seemed to carry. Out on the stage, she heard the lines close to her queue

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She grew angry with him, and whipped around to meet his desperate gaze with her cold, dark, blue eyes. The fierceness seen there made Alistair falter. He glanced at his hand gripped around her arm, then quickly released his hold and stepped back. Umbra did not speak, but in response to his plea only drew back the curtain staunchly, and walked out onto the stage, letting her role sink into her, to spite Alistair. But also, to her, to show that he was wrong about what he said was in her mind. She felt the eager eyes of the large crowd upon her, and she relished it.

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And yeah this is at the beginning and she makes some mistakes (for a reason). She has much to learn

AFFIRMATIONS

There is no shame in taking a few tries to get it right

Everyone struggles with fine motor skills from time to time

I can do fine motor activities

I can locate a port and plug in a cable

I can plug my phone in on the first try

I can plug my phone in while sober

BBC Sherlock does not exist

I can do hard things

A heart’s a heavy burden ✨

Prints available here!

yes

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pineapple is good on pizza

*singsongy* ohhh @katiethedane12 look what I found! :0

so i just made a psych personality quiz, is anyone interested?