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I think it would be funny to write something with an intense, romantic and at least mildly homoerotic nemesis/rivalry relationship between one heroic character and one villain - not necessarily the story's main protagonist and main villain either, but they're definitely the hero and villain of Their Own Story. And it's the whole continental breakast of hatred so intense it borders on lust, them attacking each others' other enemies, even their own allies, because Only I Can Kill You, and as much as they hate each other, they have a grudging respect for each other as an enemy who's willing to play by the rules of their combat-based relationship.

And the funny part is that literally none of the other characters save for these two understand what the fuck their thing is. Nobody else gets it, what the deal of having a favourite rival/mortal enemy even is, why not just kill them on the first shot when you've got the opportunity and their guard is down. And both the hero and the villain here are shocked and disgusted by the idea. Absolutely not, there are standards and boundaries. Like yeah I was about to pull all his teeth out with pliers last week but you do not interrupt a man on his wedding day.

Whatever the ever-loving fuck these two have going on, the only thing that anyone else understands about it is that those two are the only ones who get each other. And they seem to be having fun.

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Only the best man can be all at once

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you gays have got to let doc martens as an identity signifier go like you can literally buy army surplus boots for 20$. the iconic practical workboot of 1970s punks was about 50$ with inflation and made with much higher quality then, now you're just paying 200$ to wear the same shit the kardashians do when they're feeling edgy

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there is a demon in your house named CARBON MONOXIDE. he enchants your mind with confusion and your body with exhaustion. you need to call a powerful exorcist named HVAC TECHNICIAN

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Tumblr is so funny because you can make a post like "hey do not mix bleach and vinegar in your cleaning, you'll make chlorine gas and you do not want to make chlorine gas. It is dangerous to mix these two specific chemicals together", and the comments are like

"Um vinegar isn't dangerous?? My mom cleans things with vinegar all the time and we have never had lung issues. White people are insane." (<- does not use bleach, missing the point)

"OH MY GOD BLEACH IS CHLORINE GAS? NOBODY EVER TOLD ME I'VE BEEN CLEANING WITH BLEACH MY WHOLE LIFE, I WILL DIE." (<- has literally never used vinegar in cleaning, and never mixed the two, missing the point)

"This is just stupid fearmongering, we use bleach and vinegar to wash the floors all the time, OP is lying." (<- does not actually know what "vinegar" is, and is confusing the word for something else)

"Yeah this is true enough but also keep in mind that this kind of household cleaning product chlorine gas is too weak and unreliable to use for domestic terrorism purposes." (<- raises concerns, but potentially has a point)

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this meme came to me in a dream and i had to make it before i forgot

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