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I’m all for making stuff up when putting mythology in your story but it’s also amazing how many people can’t tell the difference between a work of fiction and what people who practiced a religion or a folk tradition at the time actually believed.
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i got really frustrated directing the sex in my own fanfic so i made this to vent
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EDIT: On the advice of my legal department, I would like to formally apologize to the elderly woman I called a "beta". I was not aware that she was the goddess Athena in disguise.
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If you're one of the humans in the Uma Musume world and do too well in a human sporting competition, do you think there are people who will umavestiga- no, no. This is a bad post. Everyone go home.
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Columbus Asian Festival
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Tim Burton/Marylin manson millenials are the Disney adults of the goth subculture
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One of my favorite hoaxes was in early 1962. There was a musical that debuted in 1961 called Subways are for Sleeping that was doing very poorly. For bizarre reasons (ads were banned in the New York subway system lest people take it as permission to sleep there) and normal (the reviews were poor).
But in 1962 an ad came out full of effusive praise from every prominent theater critic in New York. Every single one. From the Times to the Post, all of the famous theater critics in New York LOVED Subways Are For Sleeping

Except...
One of the papers paid to run this ad noticed something...off. Namely, that he knew Richard Watts the theater critic and he wasn't African-American.
It turns out that the producer of the musical had found seven New Yorkers with the same names as the seven biggest theater critics in New York, since while he couldn't lie and say they liked it, but he could pay for *a* John Chapman or *a* Robert Coleman to see the musical and quote them next to their photo truthfully, bc how many people even knew what the leading theater critics in NYC looked like?
Turns out the producer had wanted to do this for ages, but had to wait for the NYT's critic to retire bc he couldn't find anyone with the same name. Anyway it worked: it went from being about to close, to running another couple hundred shows and winning a Tony
Here's the main source for this, btw
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tfw the sensory overload panic shutdown hits so you gotta go put Cheese & Crackers in the Torment Nexus on lowest setting again to feel better
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Lost Light Cat Shelter Issue 3: Ultra Magnus
pages 7-8(revised)
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button on my cosy shawl popped open and i glanced down in disgust and went "urgh. this buttonhole needs a husband stitch."
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Me when I catch myself thinking "I wonder what it's like to be chosen by somebody" but then I remember my best friend chooses to be my best friend and my mutuals choose to follow me and the minimum wage employee chooses to give me sincere kindness that I remember years later because I was going through a hard time and it meant a lot
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some of the things that are recommened for vaginoplasty are so funny like. there's a four week period where i'm "encouraged to sensually explore the area" but "not allowed to climax" like okay doctor-mandated edging. if you say so lmao
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