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I like how ponyo is a little fishy and then her dad is up to some Jules Verne shit

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i just wish it was easier. like. in general

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i just wish it was easier. like. in general

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i just wish it was easier. like. in general

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Tweet i wish I made first

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Oh my god

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i think it's cute when americans talk about being from the 'great state of connecticut' or like 'the great state of wisconsin.' not when it's texas or new york or california obviously because then there's the fear that they're being serious. but when americans adopt that really earnest tone and are like 'god bless the great state of delaware' in response to a picture of a seagull swallowing an entire ziplock bag full of cheese-its. I think that's very endearing

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ENOUGH social interactions. i need to go in the river

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Hey jsyk op of that post disgraced their dojo

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Never trust an asexual who says “for fuck’s sake.” They do not hold stock in the sake of the fuck they are lying and manipulating you

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I love cooking things and then not sharing them with people. For me, cooking is really an act of disconnection and hatred.

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sorry bro I didn't hear your bit I got a little distracted reflecting upon my inadequacies

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Colours of Winter stitched by Vicky. Pattern designed by Emma Congdon, featured in issue #366/February 2021 of CrossStitcher magazine.

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I can’t think about dabihawks too much or my brain will explode cuz its like custom tailor made for me as a former Maximum Ride tween and current Frankenstein freak.

You got the bird man. Not an angel. He’s a BIRD MAN. He’s owned by the government, he’s their guard dog. His wings, the thing he flies with, the symbols of freedom, are what keep him trapped. He’s been trained his whole life to fight. He’s never been himself.

You got the discount Frankenstein monster. He’s stitched together with rotting parts. He ran away from home after being rejected by his father. He kills people to get revenge on his father, his creator. He’s punk. He’s a pyromaniac. He just wants to be loved.

Hawks is air. Dabi is fire. Air can blow out a fire but it also fuels fire. If you trap fire in an air tight container it will suffocate, it’ll burn all the air up until it dies.

Hawks was born poor and sold off for money and into money. His whole life is controlled. Dabi was born rich and died and lives on the streets, on the run.

They’re both 22. They hate each other. They’re narrative foils.

And they’re both boys.