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GOD BLESS THE REALMS SMP TAG IS FINALLY CANON ON AO3
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hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information
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pili ”pangi's safer without me” dtowncat vs pangi ”i'll become a bigger villain so people leave pili alone” live
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LMFAOOOOO I WAS RIGHT ABT ZAM AND PILI MEETING BEING FUNNY. apparently they met the other day and pili is scared of zam bc he Immediately got passive aggressive just the moment he joined the call like "hi pili its So nice to meet u, im a REALLY big fan. its so nice to see you're friends with pangi. like ACTUALLY so nice to see you be friends with pangi :)))))))" while giggling to himself. he also asked pangi in a private call who pili is and why pangi is suddenly so close w him 😭😭😭
#HELP ME THATS SO FUNNY#lifestealers really are just a pile of codependency#poor pili getting zam and derapchu inflicted on him lol#pangili#trsmp
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pili may seem to be the most obsessed but i will say pangi has leapt into this with the desperate intensity of someone who has never been anyone's first choice (bc he never has been) and it shows
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Pili : *squealing and jumping around* Clown pierce said he's proud of me. This is like getting a golden star on your forehead when you were young. He's proud of me
Pangi : But I'm also proud of you 🥺👉👈
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Philza is immortal, Missa is a ghostly reaper, And mr.philip is stuck in a cycle of reincarnation. This is their dynamic and no one cam convince me otherwise
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boyfriend trio or smthn idk
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These two would not stop flirting with each other they are sick in the head
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🐟 GIVEAWAY 🐟
Winner will receive one salmon tote + a mouse pad of their choosing!
Rules:
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Other info:
- shipping will be covered for US, winner will have to pay for anything international
- Other platforms are Twitter and Bluesky
- Ends November 25th!
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"I heard you were friends with old man...
thats makes two of us
𝗜𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲"
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what they don't tell you is that a well-written fic can get you to ship anything, and i mean ANYTHING. notp? not anymore. you will stay up late thinking about and crying over them for the rest of your life. characters you don't even know from a piece of media you've never engaged with? fuck it, they belong to you now. problematic ship that you loved to hate and now just love to love, that you must never tell your friends about? don't worry, ao3 knows how to keep a secret. like. a well-written fic will have you acting UP and that's a fact baby !!
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reaching that point in the semester where every minor inconvenience has me contemplating kms
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They're very honored to get this award.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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