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doing this reminds me of older fandom culture so i help its nostalgic for y'all too

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i gotta know this one

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One of my favorites.

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the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"

sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"

mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"

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[talking shit about a guy] he could not earn the trust of a horse

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In every generation there is a chosen one…

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Take 2, please reblog for spread

It’s by pages guys

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I dont know if it's a nightmare really, but it's fuckin stressful... mine is I'm my current age repeating my senior year of highly school. Like so are all of my classmates. We're all in our fuckin mid 30s but going through our senior year again...

Im the only one who is like WHY ARE WE DOING THIS WE ALREADY GRADUATED?! And once I gain that awareness teachers start trying to come up with bullshit like "oh you have to renew your high school diploma" WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!

I get so confused whenever I have this dream. And it happens at least once or twice a month.

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

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THIS IS KILLING ME

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authors!!

quick question...

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Usually it's women who buy from the feather shop, sometimes accompanied by tolerant men schlepping backpacks. But every so often a guy comes in, usually to buy a present, and as someone who's never really experienced guys shopping before, their efficiency in impressive. Guy comes in, I'll take that one, guy goes out.

The other day we had this massive bearded dude, 6'3 linebacker style, walk right in and declare in a gruff baritone "My fairy wings didn't arrive in time. I need some backup wings." We offered a massive pair of feathered green wings; he tried them on (tiny) and said "A little high in the back, but I'll take 'em." On his way out, by way of clarification, he said "I'm Tankerbelle."

I love the goths, I love the middle-aged street-clothes ladies trying something different, I LOVE the little kids, but Tankerbelle will always hold a special place in my heart.

(I spotted him a few weeks later and got the pic; pleased to see he was still rocking our wings rather than what he'd ordered earlier!)

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i think the reason why the assassination of Julius Caesar is one of the funniest political assassinations is for this very simple reason:

1 guy stabs 1 guy: not funny. that's murder.

2 guys stab 1 guy: even less funny. that's two against one.

60 guys stab 1 guy: uproariously funny. why do you need so many guys.

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give it up for bread with soup

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