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maple taffy would you liek some relic. here is a relic: and a beautiful cardboard box positioned with an ivory stick and a silk string. all for you. just for you. all for you mapple twffy cookie
Is that a relic I spy? And a bas-relief ivory rod from an early Draconic era? And a perfectly preserved thread of Sugartearan seasilk? Just for me?! Oh, boy!
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lmao iâd kiss anyone like you annnd uhhhh you a second time and ummm hang on a sec maybe i would kiss ummâŠ.youâŠ..againâŠâŠand uhmmbâŠ.
#ðð#wlw#wlw mood#sapphic#sapphism#lesbian#*frantically flips pages of my seduction for dummies manual*#what ifâŠ.i kiss you a fourth time also?#ðµâð«ðµâð«#keep practicing and one day youâll all be able to flirt like meðð#im gay and i like sleeping
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previously:
It seemed like that was yet another constant through time and space; in every universe Miles Morales is in, he was always going to be annoyingly stubborn. And annoyingly self-sacrificing, too.
She relented. Leap of faith, after all.
âIf youâre sure⊠then stick by me, and weâll do it,â Gwen reassured him, hoping her smile under her mask was readable in any way at all.
They exchanged glances one more time, and then braced themselves for the inevitable.
well. things certainly ramp up quite a bit here in this installment. hope y'all are enjoying the show so far bc it sure does get interesting here for our fave teen vigilantes!
mind the warnings on part 1 here, for surrreee! enjoy :)
<< part 3 of 4 >>


To say that they fought like hell would be an understatement.
And to say that they ran like hell would also be an understatement as well.
That henchman down in the basement level of the compound wasnât lying when he told the Doctor that he had the entire building on lockdown.
Even the scarce amount of still-working scientists left on the upper floors had all evacuated and now every single exit was sealed tight with emergency locks, metal panels blocking all windows.
They clawed, kicked, slipped, slid, punched and flipped their way past several armored goons, the computer tower on 42's back earning a bullet and a few scratches in the process. He tried keeping the minions away with powerful Muay Thai kicks to protect it as best he could.
It weighs him down only a little bit. Gwen kept looking over her shoulder to check on him every other second or so, but he seemed to be managing just fine with the tower on his back anyhow.
Once the two vigilantes were finally able to break away from the initial fight with what seemed like the entirety of Upstate New Yorkâs small private army, they skittered and bolted through the high-tech facility at top speed, ducking and dodging various bullets and objects that flew through the air in their direction.
âSo, uh--â Gwen panted, shooting a few webs behind her to trap some henchmen giving chase, âwhat was that escape plan you had in mind earlier? Could really use it right about now!â
42 slides onto his knee right underneath a table in an open-floor break room and then kicks it in order to provide cover from the rest of the hail of bullets.
Gwen leaps right over to join him, webbing up a microwave she snags off of a counter to use as a heavy projectile.
âBuy me a couple of seconds! I need to check my maps again,â 42 shouts over the sound of bullets firing and shouting, minding his back and trying his best to protect the computer as it still downloads the information he needs.
âOkay, but no promises!â Gwen replies, heaving the microwave over her shoulder and swinging it like a mace over her head.
Gwen manages to send the appliance sailing into a few henchmen, which probably knocks one out onto the ground, but she dived back behind their makeshift cover too quickly to see it.
The men start shouting loudly again, so maybe it did do some damage after all!
â... Do me a favor real quick,â 42 then says from his position on the ground, leaning on an elbow, âwhat colorâs the wire on my pack right now?â
âUhhh, your wire?â Gwen says quickly, still breathing hard. âThe one connected to the computer? Oh, thatâs⊠itâs not glowing anymore!â
42 bobs his head as he still works on his mask, giving it taps on the side every now and then. âPerfect, itâs done. Get this thing off of me, then! Letâs destroy it!â
Gwen laughs. âIâve got a better idea!â
She rips her webs off of 42âs pack, separating the heavy computer tower from it and hoisting it up over her shoulder. She takes a peek over the edge of the table and promptly ducks back down to dodge another bullet.
One of the henchmen spots her with something hoisted over an arm and shouts at his peers to get out of the way.
Gwen then springs up while theyâre sort of distracted, heaves the big bulky thing behind her and then she lets it swing. With the help of her super-strength, the tower sails through the air like a grenade, heading straight for a couple of goons still taking cover behind their own upturned table.
Everyoneâs eyes follow it, as it seems to fly over in slow motion, heading straight for one henchmanâs shocked face⊠when all of a sudden--
A long dark tentacle shoots out from a room off to the side and intercepts the machine, metal coming into contact with metal ringing loudly into the air and officially signaling the end of the fight between the henchmen and the vigilantes.
The computer hangs in the air in its grasp for a moment before the villain pulls it inside and promptly glides out of the room on his other tentacles.
It was of course, none other than the ever-so-charming Doctor Octopus himself.
The bullets stopped flying and most of the henchmen were already incapacitated anyways, so the silence that fell over the area wasnât unexpected, but still very unsettling nonetheless.
âIt seems my incompetent staff here hasnât quite given you both the warm welcome that you deserve,â he announces, commanding voice echoing menacingly through the room, âa shame, really. Allow me,â
Yikes on bikes, Gwen thought, biting her lip.
He wasnât adorned in his smart little suit that he was wearing earlier down in the compoundâs basement level earlier⊠he was fully suited up in armor now, face partially obscured by a pair of high-tech goggles that featured two other lenses on the sides. Those smaller lenses constantly clicked and whirred, which intrigued Gwen.
42, on the other hand, didnât seem so impressed. He jumped up suddenly from his cover as the Doctor advanced on them and extended a gauntlet out, letting several small purple sparks shoot out from the knuckles.
They looked an awful lot like the purple sparky-things he used to destroy the camera that watched over Gwen in her storage-room-slash-prison.
She picked up the table they used for cover and tossed it towards the Octopus while he was still slightly distracted from attempting to dodge them.
As expected, his tentacles took care of these pesky little distractions for him. In one graceful movement, he destroyed the table and rendered it into smithereens, the wood scattering everywhere below his feet.
âTime to go!â 42 shouts as he scrambles away from the menacing appendages striking out at them like cobras.
Gwen agrees, hot on his heels.
Geez, this sure was a lot like her encounter with earth-1610âs Dr. Octavius, down to the evil tentacle-chasing down a narrow hallway and all! Good times.
But now wasnât the time for fond reminiscing, especially given that this particular variant of the Octopus was more than likely out for blood thanks to the two teensâ earlier escapades. They destroyed the Docâs super collider and stole hundreds of his files straight out of his labs⊠they were cooked if he ever got a single tentacle on them!
They skid down halls and narrowly avoid becoming minced meat via tentacle-butchering by using their cunning and tossing any object they can get their hands on at the villain. Their every attempt is thwarted, exasperating them both.
"Get back here, you two! You won't escape!" The Doctor bellows behind them, and Gwen swears she can feel his hot breath down her neck at some points.
They leap and duck away from striking tentacles, jump off of walls to get a head start around corners, crash through walls of glass in sleek office spaces. Papers and tech fly everywhere.
âMiles--!â Gwen calls out when the two teens' momentum end up with them throwing themselves onto some railing on a mezzanine overlooking the main entrance lobby.
The lobby was huge, spacious, and obnoxiously pretentious. Big dark stone pillars stood thick and tall, holding up a vaulted ceiling that seemed to reach up into the sky. The receptionistâs area sat at the very center, round desks interconnected to form a big circle filled with computers, files, and the like.
The vigilantes looked down in dismay at the giant double-doors and the windows leading to their freedom, all sealed with the same metallic plating found in Gwen's prison-room. Which means it was also most likely held shut by whatever power source this building used. Shit, shit, shit!
Doc Ock was quickly covering ground, only a bit disgruntled from the narrow halls that slightly impeded his movement, and rapidly gaining on them.
The two looked at each other with wide eyes for a split second before swiftly turning around, sitting on the railing and then throwing themselves heels-over-head on the way down.
Gwen was thinking maybe they could hide for a split second if she stuck to the underside of the flooring and confused the Octopus long enough to web up that node on his back and attempt to rip it out, before she yelped in shock at metal claws gripping her ankle not even halfway down and yanking her back up with vicious force.
"Whooooaaa!" Gwen's voice echoes throughout the giant room.
âGwen!!!â 42 yells, now on the floor and skidding to a stop. He whirls around in time to see Doc Ock gracefully climb down from the mezzanine as well, tossing his friend between two tentacles like she was a plush doll.
He holds both of her wrists in one vice grip, grinning like a madman in her face as she struggles against his technology, thrashing this way and that.
âNow, now. Where are you both off to in such a hurry? I told you Iâd be giving you a proper welcome into the facility, and thatâs just what I intend to do⊠after you two do me a solid, that is.â
âScrew you, Octavius! Let my friend go!â 42 roars, his mask seemingly projecting his voice much louder than it actually was. âIâve got this whole place rigged with explosives and theyâre ready to blow at any moment now!â
It's a bluff, but Gwen prays to the universe that the Doctor buys it.
Doc Ock feigns shock. âMy goodness! What a couple of rowdy young kids you are! I think someone ought to teach you two some⊠manners,â he growls, advancing quickly in 42âs direction and keeping a tight grip on Gwenâs arms.
âProwler, listen to me... just go!â Gwen pleads with 42, swinging and kicking uselessly in the air as Doc Ock parries 42âs own blows with his other tentacles.
âNot happening!â 42 grunts. He narrowly dodges a knife-like tentacle strike to his head.
It was no use. The two were already locked in a battle to the death, and there was nothing that she could say to possibly change their minds.
They waltzed around the area until they found themselves in the middle of the lobby, still exchanging blows.
âWell, isnât this precious! How sweet,â the Doctor comments snidely. He swings Gwen up into the air and slams her down onto a desk, splintering it into pieces and making her shout in pain. âThe girl doesnât want to leave the boy, the boy doesnât want to leave the girlâŠâ He pins her down with a tentacle around her neck.
âGross,â Gwen mutters, still working at using her strength to free herself from the Doctorâs vice-like grip, wood splinters digging into her back.
âItâs all so sentimental, it could make me weep! How about this,â he shoots out a tentacle and wraps it around 42âs torso suddenly, trapping his arms by his sides and bringing everyone closer together. âIâll make you both a deal; you hand me my data and agree to be my useful test subjects. Youâll both be kept alive as long as you obey my every whim! Or Iâll kill you both! Howâs that sound?â
42 scoffs, still struggling against his restraints. âSounds terrible. How about you let us go and we kick your ass instead?â
The Doctor lets out a loud, long laugh. âMy dear boy, that sounds even worse!â
Gwen takes the opportunity of the small distraction to hook her legs onto the tentacle steadily planning to choke the life out of her, and hangs on for dear life. The Doctor feels her using his own appendage as leverage, and whips back around to her.
âWhat in the world do you think youâre d-- AGH!â
She remembers what her friend Hobie Brown taught her during a riot in his dimension.
The anarchists and Hobie's own little Spider Band drove a group of cops away from a squatter's village somewhere in Southwark once on Earth-138 before, and when she was apprehended by one of the big oafs, she was quickly taught how to use an arm bar to effectively escape his grasp and continue the fight.
She attempts it here and with a bit more concentrated strength...
Success!
Gwen manages to pry the evil tentacle off of her neck and begins to tie it into knots as it flails around, taking her on a joyride of a lifetime.
She blocks strikes from the arm, as if trying to wrangle an aggravated cobra in mid-air, grabbing its snapping claw and holding on.
42 also took a page out of her playbook and quickly seized his opportunity; he managed to shoot out another one of the zappy-rockets he keeps in his gauntlets, hitting Doc Ockâs evil face and getting the villain to drop him due to the electrical shocks.
âDo that again, man! But aim at his arms next time!â Gwen calls over to 42, whoâs now quickly weaving and dodging the vengeful tentacles all trying to get back at him.
They snap, gnash, and 42 even swears they hiss at him at some point while he waits for his gauntlets to cool down, buying him some time. He makes attempts at grabbing them back when he can and attempting to crush them between his claws, blocking them most other times.
The sounds of metal striking against metal ring out throughout the spacious lobby area once more.
Gwen is still stuck on the bucking bronco that is Doc Ockâs upper right tentacle and not showing any signs of letting go. She manages to finally connect her feet to a stone pillar as the Doc passes it trying to chase down his escaped captor.
She sticks to it and uses that as an opportunity to yank at Doc Ockâs tentacle with all of her might in the other direction and send the Doctor flying along with it.
âAaagh!!â He shouts. The man is slammed onto the ground hard and rolls several feet away, moaning in pain.
Gwen looks at the severed tentacle in her grasp, now laying limp like a sad, wet noodle. She hadn't realized she even used so much of her strength to rip it out of his node like that. She drops down from the pillar and tosses the hated thing aside.
42 comes up to her, panting, nodding at her in approval.
âGoddamn, Gwendy. Nice one!â He remarks, bumping her on the shoulder before engaging something on his gauntlets that caused every nook and cranny of it to glow a bright purple. âIâm ending this now, weâve been in here for far too long!â
He then crouches down, steadying himself. Gwen follows his lead, also equally tired and definitely just as over it as he is.
They both take a running leap into the air, 42 flying forward with his claws extended like he usually did, Gwen leaping into the air with both of her wrists extended in front of her, ready to finally let the last of her web fluid hold down the Octopus for as long as they needed to ensure their eventual escape.
They were so close to descending on the mad doctor and finishing this fight for good, or at least incapacitating him for the time being whenâŠ
42 suddenly yelped in pain and immediately crumpled onto the ground, his body skidding a little ways away from Doctor Octopus.
He didnât get back up.
Gwen was bewildered. âMi-- Prowler?! Oh, god!â
She recovered quickly and shot a web out to the ceiling instead, narrowly avoiding a vengeful tentacle swiping through the air at her violently. She noticed blood on one of his tentacles, the same one he used to lash out at 42!
Damn it all to hell!
Gwen swings around a pillar to put some distance between herself and her foe, but hated being out of sight to keep an eye on her friend. She opted to stick onto the side of one of these huge pillars and assess the situation from there.
The Doctor pushes himself off the ground and slowly rises to stand. He wears an evil grimace on his aging face, clutching his head. He takes his goggles off of his face and tosses them to the side, rage blazing away in the pupils of his eyes which was visible even from where Gwen was perched.
âNo more games,â the Doctor grits out, gathering up his strength to pick up 42âs unconscious body up off of the ground and shake him around like a ragdoll. âYou want him alive? You come to me instead. Let's see if you can manage to do that!â
And just like that, the Doctor uses his remaining tentacles to climb back up the mezzanine from the floor below and disappears around a corner, carrying a limp Prowler along with him.
Gwen panics.
âNo!!â She shouts, pushing herself off the pillar and using her webs to rocket towards the entrance that Doc Ock just disappeared into.
The only things on her mind were friend, hurt, could die, have to keep up!
Every nerve inside of her body was lit up to a thousand degrees, her only focus being 42 and nothing else. It could very well have been a trap that she was falling into at that moment, but she really couldnât have cared less.
The only things flashing through her mind as she gave chase down the long, winding corridors of the facility in her attempt to keep up with the monster kidnapping her friend were the memories of her own late best friend, Peter Parker of Earth-65.
The events of that fateful night in her school continued to pump away in her mind just as the blood pumped through her veins while she made her way back into the maze of the back halls.
Gotta take down that lizard, she remembered thinking before swinging down onto the scene to save her classmates.
She remembered every single blow she dealt to what she thought was a villain, but really turned out to be her bestest friend in the world whose science experiment had gone horribly awry.
She remembered his beat up face. She rememberedâŠ
She remembered...
She skidded around a corner and promptly halted. The sheer horror alone over what she saw smacked her like a wall of bricks.
Here, they had accessed a hallway which had a door at the end. Gwen saw the telltale sign plastered onto it: it was the door that led to the roof.
The Doctor was angrily wrenching it open with his tentacles to get past the emergency locks. If he got to the roof with her friend⊠there was no telling what he would do to the kid if she didnât reach them in timeâŠ
And she just couldnât let that happen!
Instead of following the be-tentacled evil-doer on his heels, Gwen decided to make a huge gamble and escape through a sealed window instead. From there, she could use the tiny bit of web fluid she still had in her web shooters and get to the roof faster than him.
Taking a breath, she spun on her heels and dived into the nearest room. She threw herself onto a panel, fingers digging into the scarce space between the edges and the window seals, summoning her massive strength yet again to accomplish the one feat she needed to right now.
She prayed to every single deity that ever existed out there...
And they answered.
The metal sheet was nothing more than that-- a sheet. It immediately buckled under her hands and crumpled like aluminum, and she tore it right off of its frame, green electricity fizzling and popping out from above.
She threw herself out of the window, crashing shoulder-first into the glass.
Glass shards flew everywhere, sparkling like stars in the night sky as she fell, turning in what seemed like slow-motion in the air to aim herself correctly.
She extended her arms out, took aim⊠and shot the very last bit of web fluid that she had in her shooters to connect to the edge of the roof.
Thanking every single god out there that ever existed, Gwen flew up to the ledge and sprinted over to the roof access door as quickly as her aching legs could manage.
The door was suddenly torn open by big menacing mechanical tentacles and out came Doc Ock and Miles-42, followed by a few of the Doctorâs own private little goon squad behind him shortly after.
Gwen realized with a start that she was standing on a helipad on top of the huge building, and that the Doctor most likely intended to lead the both of them up here to access his getaway vehicle easier.
But whatever his plan was for the teens, Gwen didnât intend to let anyone get away now. Bruised, battered, bleeding, sweaty, tired... and with zero web fluid to her name, she still had a lot of fight left in her.
A lot.
âDoc Ock! Put him down!â She roars into the night air, the scene illuminated only by the glow of the full moon hanging overhead. Her breath clouds in front of her.
The Doctor sneers at her, and his henchmen promptly train their guns onto her. âLike thereâs a chance in hell! You two have beaten my men unconscious, bombed my greatest creation yet, destroyed one of my beloved appendages, and trashed my most productive facility in the entirety of the New York state! You? I'll kill you just like I should have the second I found you! And then I'll end your little boyfriend's life, too.â
âNot my boyfriend!â Gwen throws back as she breaks into a run, dodging and weaving bullets shot at her and somersaulting over to them to put the remaining backup out of commission.
She fights them all viciously, much in the same way 42 did whenever it came time to exchange blows.
Despite the chaos of the fight, she never took an eye off of her new friend.
âHow dare you ugly buffoons-- the nerve of you all-- kidnapping my friend-- after you guys kidnapped me!â She complained through gritted teeth, letting her anger and frustration out on these bumbling idiots with every punch thrown and every kick delivered.
She held nothing back, even snatching a gun out of a henchmanâs hands at one point, snapping it in half and whipping him unconscious with the remaining pieces.
âI am so! Over! This!â She shouted, now dodging the snapping and hissing tentacles of their evil boss.
âStop now and we can perhaps-- urgh! Perhaps we can come to an agreement!â The Doctor grunts, still daring to trade blows with her as she advances on him, the white lenses of her mask now glowing eerily with rage.
âI donât want an agreement, you idiot, I want my friend back!â
âAh!â Doc Ock backs up a bit nervously, heading directly for the roofâs edge. âWell⊠why didnât you just say so? Iâm sure we can come to an arrangement of some kind, perhapsâŠâ he glances over his shoulder, now that he and his hostage are dangerously close to the edge, âperhaps you can even⊠get him yourself!â
Here, the Doctor leaps over to the side, narrowly avoiding a fist to the jaw and tossing 42âs still unconscious body into the air⊠letting him tumble right over the ledge.
"Catch!" He announces brazenly.
42 falls down...
down...
down.
Gwen watches in horror.
#spiderverse#gwen stacy#miles g morales#earth 42#heheh yall see what i did there with the ending. do you. do you see it#goddamn the spiderman fandom has like only one joke OOF#but hey i mean. this IS gwen stacy we're talkin abt here. gravity is her worst enemy after all!#yeahhhh we're going there.#well anyways uh. hope yall enjoyed! :) i know the pacing's kinda. weird.#this might be imo one of the weaker chapters. i think it's the shortest one too lol#i'm not very good with describing action or writing chase scenes#but i hope this is sufficient enuf for you guys ðð and that its not too confusing#how do you describe. fighting. esp the fighting spiderppl do LOL its... a lot#anyways yeaaa see you guys on the next one ð#mi writing
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impress with ultimate chess prowess ð
#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#s: kian#'21#nË#the sims#simblr#smart man equals sexy man ð#kian got pulled into the closet: teehee ðð#ended the chess game with a hard period and not an exclamation point = exert dominance#years of playing chess with his dad and sister paid off :')))))#s: divya#discover university#cier save
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-sigh- I married a dork.
now gimme 108432948343623824921 kisses.
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I know your blog gets so little notes but thank you for Soleil and for being here!!
HI???????????????? tysm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for being this blog's first ask you get a (à·ËáµËà·)â¡ and a pair of sunglasses to wear at your leisure bc you are just that cool (âêâê)ã£ð¶ïžð
#ashdkjash genuinely tysm!!!!#i have notes (and follower count) from like tumblr settings blocked but i can see a like if i click on an individual post#and in the little parentheses on a post#genuinely am like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anytime someone interacts with this blog bc it's another Step removed from ao3 like!!!#bonkers#sunglasses for everyone ð¶ïžð¶ïžð¶ïžð and asker u can double up ð¶ïžð¶ïž#meta#also oops it has been so long since i have answered an ask in general#if anyone wants their reply to be private you can totally say so and i will cherish them all ðð
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with Sonic 3 starting filming at the end of August, do you think weâll get some bit of news for the movie before they start? like a logo animation, or something like confirming that Jim Carreyâs coming back?
Hello, my dear!â€ïžâš
I think that we might be able to get some sort of bread crumbs before they start filming in London, yes! I think that something related to Sonic 3 (and Knuckles) might appear this summer. Perhaps we could see a set photo or a logo. As for the news regarding Jim Carrey⊠I truly donât know. I feelâand this is strictly my opinionâthat Mr. Carrey wishes to retire. I do believe that call backs to the first two films will be made, but I think that heâs ready to retire.
This is not a bad thing at all. Lee Majdoubâs character as âAgent Stoneâ has proven to be a good villain. Maybe allow Mr, Majoubâs character a chance to flesh out his character? This is not me saying that Dr. Robotnik needs to be replaced 100% from these films. This is Sonic that weâre talking about. Dr. Robotnik is, and always will be, the villain of the franchise. What Iâm trying to say is that there could be heavy reference to Dr. Robotnik and his plans, but without a physical being. Think of the pre-quill comic that came out in early 2022 where we saw Agent Stone set up the Mean Bean. Agent Stone was evil, but everything that he did was with the purpose of Dr. Robotnikâs order and wishesâŠ
#I could say more about the subject but Iâm mentally exhausted ðð¥ºð#sonic movie#sonic movie 3#mystery anon#off topic#Stone can try to be the villain but we know who the real mastermind is#There we goð
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I am exhausted by my incessant anxiety causing vocal stims like I just think a thought and I have to hum a specific 3 note tune or it won't go away

#just fuckin uhhhhh dunk the Misdreavus#into the bath soup#anyways whomst else up being mentally illest like the chillest ððð#i keep grinding my teeth in attempts to not hum holy shit#davekitties rambles
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my therapist telling me i'm his point of reference when he deals with other trans patients

#ðð it's an honor m'lord#i mean that + the fact that i make sure to always feed him the Most open-minded takes i can incorporate in conversation#like just today he was like ''i wanted to ask you about this i saw there were women growing beards and deciding to keep them''#and i was like. yeah that's a thing ! good for them ! if they're happy that way it's all good !#and he was like ''isn't it kinda weird though like they're really feminine but they have a beard which is usually masculine?''#and i was like hmm! not really ! it's just not something we're used to seeing so it can seem odd at first but it's harmless!#and he went Yeah you're right maybe it just seemed weird to me because it's unusual#and i like mentally went ðð€ got'em. teaching this guy to be okay with other people one topic at a timeeeee#in any case it's just. really cool to know that like... i'm indirectly helping other trans folks ?#at the same time i want to make sure he understands that My personal experience with being trans isn't universal#it's not ''This is how you trans'' like. what's working for me rn may not work for someone else and it's fine#so i always make sure to throw in little reminders that every trans person will want different things for themselves#some will need medical transitions some Won't some will need ''all'' surgeries some Won't some will need them done quickly some Won't#some will feel This way about their egg selves some will feel That way about their egg selves etc#simultaneously Yes please do use your experience working with me to work with other trans people#but No please don't think they are all going to be like me or should do things the way i did them
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I'm pretty sure I've been through your my art tag like 4 times, I love your art style so much I also really like going to the beginning and seeing how it's changed. I appreciate the time and effort you put into your craft (and I also really appreciate the shirtless and bloody Shane pics like ho boy that's a dude if I ever saw one) love you lots hope life is treating you decent!
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#uwahhhh ð this is just the sweetest thing ever thank you ....ð¥ºð#your pfp makes me burst out laughing whenever i see it tho goddamn. jerry mouse runnin a bakery w those buns#(sorry) anyway thank u so much for liking my art ð¥¹ððð i hope i can draw more content soon aaaaaaaaaa#poured my heart and soul and hog into those shane fanarts tho yeaaaaaaa ð«°ð âš#take care and stay safe too buddy <:)! thanks for the ask!!!
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Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) ðð
I kiss youuu
Ok five things I think Iâd say;;;;
Iâm pretty
Iâm funny
I have a great sense of style
Iâm talented
I treat people kindly
#these are hard to do without feeling like youâre bragging but ðð#all of these things have been peer reviewed at least once so ð#thabk you for the ask!#ask tag#beloved mutuals
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#probs can't even call it a Halloween party rly its just a chilli thing#but when my friend invited me (ytd lmao) i was like ð¥ºðð costumes? and he was like ð ye#lurk what i made.txt#polls
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My brain: itâs less than 10 minutes till your final you really need to study until the last second you can
Me heart: ooohoooho I should make gifts for my friends <3
#random post#Iâm cool and fine actually Iâll do ok ð#on the final I mean LMAO like. I know as much as Iâm going to so no use stressing ¯\_(ã)_/¯#anyways does anyone here ðð want a little smth for the end of the year...#not specifying any holiday in particular cus ppl celebrate or donât celebrate different things. and also I canât guarantee Iâd have it#finished by any holidays LMAO. so like... yoohoo. anyone
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bang chanâs first verse in item can literally cure any disease and/or mental illness (true + backed by science)
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