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youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

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my favorite hobby is freaking out about things that don't mean anything

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Klance doodles in college orientation lol

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20 years ago, it was a scandal that Google started to track which links you clicked on the search-results page,

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can’t believe iwaoi are divorced in the public’s eye. but trust they’re actually giggling over this magazine over skype bc they’re seceretly tg and just wanted to have some fun w the public. lol. Lol

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everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

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all timer to me

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she butterfly on my effect til i (gravely serious) everything could have been different

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seeing a group of cool alt queer people chilling together in public feels like this

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One day as a teenager you wake up and go INSECURE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 with no warning and suddenly WHY AM I UGLY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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I truly truly believe that the most important thing you can do in fandom is be a cheerleader. comment on fics. reblog art and rave in the tags. support the people making the things you want to see. this is how you keep a fandom alive. this is how you get more of what you want. you never know: that person could have decided to make more just because you liked it.

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sketch of boys

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*walks out of the homoerotic friendship covered in blood and wounds* you should see the other guy

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mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately