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blobee · 5 months ago
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Kitty
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Just feel like it babah
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justaz · 4 months ago
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i think im reverting back to klance,, its been a while. it feels like home.
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bookwormonastring · 2 years ago
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i am so excited
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cb-writes-stuff · 3 months ago
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Chocolate milk ♥︎
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ask-kokushibo1 · 1 year ago
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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAQAAASEEEE LET ME HIT!!!!!!??!!? EVERYONE KNOWS IF YOU CAN'T GET A GUY PREGNANT YOU JUST AREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH AND I SWEAR BY THE SUN I WILL. YOU WILL BE MY HOUSEWIFE WND HAVE MY BABIES
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Excuse me?
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leilanising · 5 months ago
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I had a rlly cool dream last night, so I drew the character I was <3
Line art below cut
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strangestcase · 1 year ago
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ok hot take but the reason fandom people are so tolerant of romanticized incest is that the pop culture perception of incest is “we fell in love… but we’re siblings! o-O forbidden love!” as if family members just so happen to fall in love without any outside input or coercion, resulting in opinions like “it’s okay as long as they’re two consenting adults”. I can assure you IRL incest very rarely involves consent. or two adults.
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noahsfault · 9 months ago
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After running a series of controlled experiments, data suggests I may be more of a danger to myself under the influences of caffeine than alcohol
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anonymusbosch · 1 year ago
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gave my resume to someone for feedback so now everyone has to give me a gold star sticker and a kiss on the forehead and tell me I'm the bravest little bird west of the Mississippi
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eucalyptus-gl0bulus · 1 year ago
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seeing myself not as a boy or a machine but a living, breathing woman is so freeing. i'm not forced to stay in a box, I'M OUT OF THE BOX. I was always "don't matter what people think, i'm me" but didnt realize the me i could be was ME. I WASN'T ME.
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thedarklinglovearchived · 2 years ago
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Oh, he's had it. The constant attacks. The attempts on him because what he is. It was sickening.
He wanted it to stop....
Perhaps it was his own fault, not speaking up about what happened. But he's already caused enough. Too much suffering.
He wanted to speak up, he really did. But did he deserve to? After everything he has done?
Should he feel pain? Cause he felt pain.
Should he be angry? Cause he was angry.
..............Should he be allowed to cry? Cause he wanted to cry.
-I want to cry I want to cry I want to cry I want to cry I want to cry I want to cry leT ME CRY FATHER-
A scream escaped him that ended in a roar.
Then, nothing. He was done being seen as emotional and weak.
No more.
With a shaky breath, he stood. Expression...empty.
Something is different about Eclipse now...
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delcat177 · 1 year ago
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Does anyone know the legal team of the ladies suing Niantic for wage discrimination? Economy's tough, but I could spare a cute amount of money if we wanted to get a donation train together.
How about something to the tune of...
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Say, five bucks?
$5.45 after tax, even.
I think that would be a cute thing to happen
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thedragonofcauldron · 2 years ago
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Im going to complain about something. It's something a lot of people complain about, but...from the other side. Part of me has wanted to respond to other complaints, to share my story as a show of solidarity from the other side - but I don't want to seem like I'm trying to make their conversations about me. So I'm just venting here.
When I started my current job, they had me do a physical, where they took my height and weight.
Today, about six months later, I weighed myself at home, and came up 15 pounds lighter.
And I want you to stop for a second, and think about what your reaction to that loss of 15 pounds was. Because chances are, you thought I was celebrating - but no. I've been sick, anemic enough to get sent home from work, and so bloated by the iron supplements that were trying to get my blood functional again that I didn't feel hungry and would forget to eat, and because of that Ive lost 10 fucking percent of my body weight- possibly more, because who knows how much (literal) shit is still sitting in my lower intestine and boosting that number upwards! My cheeks have sunken in. My belt has moved to the tightest loop. It hurts to rest my wrists or elbows on a desk surface, because the pressure foes right to the bones.
What I am is not healthy or good, and I want those 15 pounds back.
I have always been underweight and pale and frail. Maybe something is actually, medically wrong with me, I don't know. I've never deliberately tried to keep my weight down - on the contrary, I'm a lazy shit who eats too much junk. But even as a kid, I'd get compliments, people asking "How are you so skinny?" Through no effort of my own, people were envious of me - and as I look at my bones showing through my skin, and think of a PE teacher telling me that my BMI literally not existing because they didn't have that low a score on the chart was "better than being on the other side :)"
I am angry.
What I am, and have always been, should not be envied or idolized, because it is not healthy. It's always made me uncomfortable, being praised for something I put less than no effort into attaining, but as I sit here, exhausted and missing those 15 pounds because they were 15 pounds between me and starvation, I am angry that society as a whole is so God damn scared and disgusted by the idea of "being fat" that my shitty ass, failure of a body is seen as better.
No random person, teacher, employer, coworker, or doctor has ever suggested that my weight had anything to do with any problems I faced. I've never had my discipline or character or lifestyle questioned because of my shape, and it is fucked. Up!! That other people get that treatment because their body doesn't throw literally every calorie they consume onto the incinerator immediately! I hate that there are people, friends who are envious of my incompetent metabolism because other people are so goddamn shitty to each other about the shape of their bodies! People see me, with my bony ass dangling over oblivion, and ask how they can join me, and I want to cry and scream! You do not want this!
I hate how much society hates fat, and fatness. Sure, yeah, too much of anything isn't good for you - but you can die from having too much water in your system. Or be poisoned by goddamn oxygen. Bodies make and store fat for good reasons. You should not feel bad for having it! Skinny is not inherently good, and fat is not inherently bad! The shape of your body should not be, and IS NOT a reflection of your virtues or vices or values or VALUE as a person! Be kinder to others, and to yourself most of all! If you are able bodied, treasure that, no matter what shape or number is associated with it.
I can't. I can't erase the years, the generations that have layered on this hate and fear and cruelty towards the very concept of "fatness", and I can't pretend I know what it's like to be on the other end of the scale, where you're mocked are looked down on for just existing in your own skin. But. I just. I just want to say that from where my pencilneck is situated on that scale, I can also see it - the scale is fucked up.
I'm sorry. I wish it wasn't like this, that you didn't have to deal with this shit. I wish I could make it better. I wish I could help.
But all I can do is this - to scream into the void that I see you. I hear you. And you're fucking right.
Be good to each other. We didn't get to build our own meatsuits.
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starfallandsilver · 2 years ago
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                      Headcanon: Bloodstained & Hardwon
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           Glacia knew from a young age what her goals were, and this influences her every action and thought. She wanted to be a good Huntress, and she became one, she wanted to be a Matriarch, and, canonically, she never did. In her living verse however, even injured and left with a fear of Grimm, she became the Matriarch.
                         This goes to show that once Glacia has her mind set onto something, she goes for it. She uses everything at her disposal to get what she needs to get her way. It was never handed to her, and she won’t take the easy way out, she refuses pity or a handout. She’s very proud, and albeit, a bit vain. But she also knows compassion, being a Huntress wasn’t just in her blood, wasn’t just a goal to overcome.
                 All her life, she knew Huntsman and Huntresses, who threw themselves onto the field for those who wouldn’t, or couldn’t. This was admirable to her, in every sense of the word. More so for the Faunus, who were looked down on by the very people they protected. 
                            Because of this, even in her own Family, she strove to be strong. Because in this world, strength spoke volumes, as did truth and deception. She kept her loved ones close, and her enemies far closer, until she was able to cleanly dispatch them from her needs and circle.
                       Once she had become Matriarch, she was meticulous, in sniffing out those who would beat down others to get an edge. If they were people she liked, could see purpose for, Glacia focused their attentions towards the betterment of their people. If not, she cast them out, with not too little fuss in the matter either. Depending on who you ask, Glacia is either a blessing, or a curse on her people.
                           Those who were cast out, cut off from the family will spite her name and smear her reputation into the dirt. But those who were protected, given the chance to grow? She’s untouchable. Almost inhuman.
                                Glacia is fully aware of this, and as much as it pains her ( more so if in the living verse ), she has no intentions of getting close to anyone. Knows how she is seen and recieved, and for her progress to work, she knows she has to remain this way. So terrible and divine like she will let those around her see her as, she won’t dispute it. 
                                  She’ll simply better her own, and cast out the offenders. 
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inbabylontheywept · 4 months ago
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so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.
the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.
i had like, fifteen raw eggs.
i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.
except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.
so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.
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