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nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends

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the number of people on this website who like to think about the characters from “star wars” romancing each other is NOT enough

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malice is looking at shimp....

She can see the babies in there

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Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I won’t let her in from the screen porch.

Page 1 

Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, “Mama! Mama, help! I’m in the screen porch!” 

Panel 2: She scratches at the door. “Mama! Mama I’m trapped! I’m trapped in the screen porch! Mama!” she cries. 

Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. “I see you, Mama! Can’t you hear me? Why won’t you let me in? What have I done, Mama!”

Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.

She says, “Was I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!”

Page 2

Panel 1: While she’s perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen. 

“But I couldn’t touch it, Mama!” she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, “I could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!”

Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.

 “I could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!”

Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen. 

“Tormented by what I could never reach!” 

Page 3

Panel 1 : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage. 

“And yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?” 

Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.

“Is this what you call justice, Mama?” She says. “Is this what you call love?” 

Panel 3: From Bunny’s perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, “Answer me, Mama! Mama!”

Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. “Mama!” she yells. 

Page 4

Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunny’s sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.

 I say, “ Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.”

Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams “MAMA!!”

End ID.

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Interesting genre of image

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The funniest thing about Jason’s “no dealing to kids” rule is that generally the age threshold for weed and other hard substances is 21, and Jason did his whole insane plot at nineteen. Meaning, he technically falls into the category of “off limits”

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facinge unsubstantiated allegationes of goofballism

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Saw that thing about AO3 / AOC and have a confession of my own. For a while I thought ACAB meant ‘Assigned Cop At Birth’ (Referencing the kind of person who seek out becoming a cop as a power fantasy). I guess the real thing is a little more direct…

In your defense I did see some jokes along that vein so like, makes sense.

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My partner also experienced the stinky sulfur water. I remember going over to his house and wondering constantly what smelled like rotten eggs, before realizing it was the water when we were trying to bathe his dog one time. He was very nose blind to it haha

Yeah, humans are very good at shutting off white noise for various senses. Water smells like sulfur all the time? I think I’ll stop registering it and focus on other stuff.

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my white ass is not immune to the nostalgia of viva la vida by coldplay

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I’m so worried about some of you. Many of you have completely wrong-headed ideas about what a duel is. It’s not a brawl. It’s not really even a “fight”. If you don’t observe the necessary pomp and circumstance then you’re not dueling.

There are many reasons to fight someone, but only a select few reasons to duel. You may duel to settle disputes, prove a point, resolve sexual tension, or to show off. You don’t duel someone simply because you want to hurt or kill them. If you just want someone dead, there are better ways—like dropping an anvil on them, or making a really big mouse trap.

Dueling is a spectacle. It’s personal. You CAN cheat, but ONLY if cheating makes the duel more interesting... secret ambidextrousness and surprise poisons are usually fine, but outside help is not, nor is anything that dramatically shortens the duel and leaves it without satisfying closure. Pretending to be dead and then suddenly jumping up to make another attack is fun and interesting, but if you’re a shapeshifter, you should not begin the duel with your most dramatic transformation.

There’s a reason dueling pistols are unnecessarily ornate. You can fight someone at any time but if you have the gall to call it a duel you’d sure as fuck better adopt the mandatory theatrics. Goddammit. And you call yourselves gay!

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tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website

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I hate when there's no toilet paper coming out the bottom of these gentlemen and you have to tickle its nutsack to de-piss yourself

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