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I feel bad for people who’ve never experienced a corn maze bc it’s not even fun but you just have to do it

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nine and rose are so weirdgirl4weirdgirl in the first three episodes of s1 like every single episode is them having a huge fight about moral relativism where rose is like you’re so fucked up and the doctor is like 😡 yeah I am get used to it and then they have a near death experience and rose is like. omg. that was wild let’s do it again. this is so weird lol meanwhile the doctor alternates between raving about how No One Understands Me and then desperately trying to show off as much as possible so Rose will like him but also wanting her to see the ugly violent side of his life and accept that too 😐 he’s like I’m all alone because there’s no one else and rose is like. there’s me. guy she met 36 hours ago. “I’m so glad I met you” you guys it’s only been two days tops and the majority of that has been mortal danger. but they LOVE IT

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the regular people of hyrule seeing the castle spontaneously burst into dark evil flames and rise up out of the ground:

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I've seen a few people talk about how funny it is that a lot of people in Hyrule dont recognize Link unless they've met him before or have heard a good description of him bc yeah I don't think I'd be connecting that the strange blonde boy eating leaves off the ground is the hero of Hyrule either

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What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

You’re in this dark, alien environment, strange noises echoing around you, the inescapable anxiety your only companion. Squinting in the distance, you see a frighteningly familiar shade of blue flicker, faint in the distance.

Cautiously moving forward, you begin to realise the blue belongs to something much, much larger than a possible guardian. Eventually, an ancient behemoth looms overhead, still, silent, and empty, both at rest and unnervingly calm. A strange, restless melancholy replaces the sense of creeping dread, no less uneasy than before.

Entering the resting stone, in the corner of your eyes, you see movement flicker. At first you think a spirit, perhaps the Champions still linger… but deep down you know they’ve passed on… right?

Echoing footsteps fill the silence as you press on, avoiding gloom where there had once been malice, a desecration of a sacred resting place. You see the flicker again, turn on your foot and see for a split second, a beloved friend, an uneasy rival, a stalwart protector, a steadfast leader, an ally, a painful reminder of your worst failure. Even now, years later, it stings.

You try to get their attention, but there is no response. Instead, you watch. And realise. And mourn again. There are no spirits here. Not in the vast, decaying depths, not in the final resting places of a final hope.

These are echoes of the ones you knew. You can see them in the corner of your eyes sometimes, going about preparations for that ill-fated battle. It’s eerie, made no better by the Grand Poes gently swaying, their locations random but making uncomfortable sense.

Sometimes, on unlucky days, it is not preparations that these echoes go through. Pain torn screams faintly heard as their final moments are played out, a play on an eerie stage.

Vah Medoh groans in the dark, as the image of her pilot slams limply on her back, wing torn, and struggles to get up, defiance in his glare even now.

Vah Ruta cries a warning, as her pilot slumps over the controls, never seeing her killer, her last thought to warn the others.

Vah Rudania braces herself, as the echo of her pilot does the same, but the shield shatters, a flash of phantom heat coating the area, followed by darkness.

Vah Nabooris strides steady, until her pilot, fatigued from a relentless assualt, makes one fatal misstep in her final dance, lightning crackling in the air.

The stone beasts are restless, aware of the new threat, and unable to let go of the last pilots they’ll ever have, desperately trying to fight once more. But instead, they lay still, silent, a monument to their pilots lost to time.

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

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if TBOSAS doesn't end with Donald Sutherland as Snow in his office perhaps having flashbacks of that day in the woods while watching the 74th Hunger Games then all of the sudden he hears the Willow song and he just stares eyes wide mouth quivering in utter shock and disbelief at the literal personification of his karma and imminent demise then what's the point?

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speaking of ai dungeon this is literally the funniest thing ive ever gotten out of it and i cant even lookat it iwthout laughing so hard i fucking gag

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working at the zoo again and it’s so healing to be in an environment where I don’t feel like I’m being hunted by my bosses ❤️

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my dream is to be as hot and insufferable as possible

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some troll on reddit started dming me and telling me to kill myself and calling me a tranny and all that. and then, a half an hour in, they spring this on me

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Actually cis and straight black and brown people both men and women do get to be part of the conversation on gender. Its just that yall dont want to fucking listen to their vital experiences of how white supremacy shapes the gender binary. Yall uplift black trans women as diety figures in our community but will not inspect how radical black womanhood is and has always been to the very concept of gender. All black womanhood. It supercedes intersectionality in feminism and its not just mysognoir. You can't pass the invalidation of black womanhood as instutional racism when the very construct of gender excludes black womanhood and vilifies cis black manhood. Y'all don't ever want to inspect shit past surface level and its absolutely hindering your progress.

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YIPPE

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y’all better learn how to stop saying “kill yourself” to each other and “i’m gonna kill myself” to yourself and start enjoying the garden of life or i’m going to rip you apart and then i will plant you in the earth and you will become a tree. what will you do with these cruel urges then, hm? when you are a walnut tree. you’ll be making walnuts