Mordant Curiosity

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saxifraga-x-urbium:

fleurbot:

WHEN U LOVE SOMETHING SO HARD BUT THE FANDOM CONSISTS OF APPROXIMATELY SIX OTHER PEOPLE AND A SHOELACE 

RomeGlass BooksRivers of London…

The Laundry Files…
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saxifraga-x-urbium:

mecha-bun:

i’d rather be vain than learn to hate myself again

vanity and self-hatred are not mutually exclusive

CO-SIGNED

(Source: bruhnilla)

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anothertroy:

mordantcuriosity said: Things were not that bad for me, but I am still so glad that I didn’t fossilise into gothness like a lot of people I know. I do like your Tumblr, though :)

thank you :x

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I do have a reply to this bubbling up, but it’s taking a while. In the meantime, I things continue to get better for you.
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constantine-spiritworker:

duskenpath:

witchsmoke:

flightoffuturedayss:

duskenpath:

Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently

sudden need for a story about a witch who’s a trucker

Yes. Travel altar on the dash. Sigils hung around the cab. Picking up phantom hitchikers on purpose and offering rides in exchange for stories. Warding against gremlins.

HELL yes

i love this. also i love the tag #urban spiritwork *swoons*

Have you read Sparrow Hill Road, by Seanan McGuire? It sounds relevant to your interests :)

(via snakewife)

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ubersaur:

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

atomic-glitter:

boneswolf:

norcumi:

ladiesplusjunk:

that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

Just beautiful.

want

Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?

I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger

boob cups could also kill you. If you fall on your chest, all your weight will be on the middle of the boob cups and your sternum could be crushed. bye bye heart.

and the fact that this is the Mulan from “Once Upon a Time” makes it even better




You all make good points, but I cannot hear you because I am busy coveting.
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Sunday night dissatisfaction

- the Pill is making me fat and spotty, also quite sick. Ideally I want a non-hormonal method of contraception in addition to condoms, but female condoms and the cap look like way too much hassle. Hmph.

- I am not pleased that none of my favourite clothes fit, partly due to Pill, also due to too much tasty food. I need to get off my arse on a more regular basis, which is not a prospect that thrills me.

- even though I want to do the Spartan race, and Survival of the Fittest. Hmm.

- fetish stuff. I am meeting some lovely people, there are also quite a few I would like to send to the Moon.

Conclusion: I should stay up long enough to put my laundry into the dryer, and eat something sensible, then put the computer down, turn the light off, and try to get some sleep.

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