#CHILL!!!!
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things-that-weevils-do ¡ 3 days ago
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THIS IS HOW CHEMWASTE HAS WON
im sorry for focusijg on shipping immediatly, i went insane about the song in my friends dms so im going insane about this uere... im a bit. flabbergasted??? im not so much focused on the ship as much as "thats my guys .. thats my girlfriends ..!!!!!" if that makes sense?? or at least 'waow i had the same thought as weevildoing before they made their thought public...'
ofc kve got no definitive proof im the person to ever ship them, or that its canon but i do feel like their founding father ... i was in the delivery room for chemwaste ... theyre my baby
so first off, jordyn and joy are on treadmills together ... yay !!!! :]] theyre hanging out!!! god. i love the art in this mv so much btw like GOD!!!!!! just seeing them interwct like this is so sweettt !!! i KNEW rhis would happen to them. i knew theyd excercise together and disposable would suck ass at it. save her chemical. save her. idc if it a canon ship or not theyre hanging out and thaz makes me happy!!!!! like aughhh theyre chilling together...!!!
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next up. in the updated journal entries. disposable says she has girlfriends. she says shes not quite ready to share who they are yet. however .. through my power of deduction .. ive noticed TWO other characters that say rheyre in a relationship ...
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mind BLOWN ?!?!?!! this is completely speculative like, umm um . disposable saying she doesnt want to say who just yet makes me feel like its someone we know. fainĂŠant's qpps and chemicals gf could def be someone that we dont know, just, like, someone. yknow? and even if they are someone we know, no definite proof theyre just these 3
but !!!!! theyre dots that i can connect. so iwill.
also AUGHHHB THE SONG ??? THE SONG ????? HEKLO???? THE MV IS SO!!!!!! GUHHHHH!!!!!! all the girls singing at the end ("disposable, but i dont have to be" and such) !!!!!! god !!!! fucking !!!!! Hello !!!!! Hello !!!!!! Speak to me nurse parallel !!!! Speak to me !!!!!! im also in love with irreverents updated page. its so everything to me. and taxi!!!! ouhhhgghhh,,..,..... REFRACTION!!!!! im so happy for refraction ouhhhhhhhgggg im sorry ill never call the girls by their real names im sorry. IRREVERENT AND SPLITTER!!!!! them meditaring n then in the group photo splitter ✌!!!!! with irreverent next to her .... GAHHHHH!!!!!! im DEAD!!!!!!!! godddd
i cant believe its. like. GOD. head in HANDS idont know what to say its 2am save me nurse parallel. if i survive tonight imigjt make a real post on my thoughrs about nurse parallel and tptm and studf any everything odpnt know. my head hits the pillow and iimmediatly fall asleep
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redstonedust ¡ 1 month ago
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i think most people accept the idea of "you don't control who you're attracted to" in terms of being gay but imo it can go further. like if you're not attracted to men, but you happen to find a transmasc person attractive, i dont think thats inherently transphobic if you acknoweldge that your attraction is incongruent with their identity. you dont need to run yourself in circles creating qualifiers for your sexuality when we live in a world of infinite gender identites. it's not like you have an inbuilt radar that tells you whether that hot stranger at the bar is a woman or not. man who kissed a twink that turned out to be a butch lesbian that thought he was a butch lesbian. etc.
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swan2swan ¡ 6 months ago
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Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.
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markwateneymemorialcrater ¡ 1 month ago
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Please note. The orange one is not included because A. He isn’t a billionaire. And B. Calling him obnoxious is too kind for him.
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throathole ¡ 1 year ago
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Part of getting older is realizing how absolutely insane it is that basically every form of media is constantly trying to convince us that the most interesting moments of the lived human experience are happening in HIGH SCHOOL…… girl who gives a flying fuck what 16 year olds are doing.
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hunnicute ¡ 2 months ago
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i dont think spotify knows what a genre is
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everydaylouie ¡ 1 year ago
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ghost swing 👻 🎸
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hatchetfield-scarecrow ¡ 2 years ago
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I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames
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duckysprouts ¡ 5 months ago
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brain chemistry changed from no longer you and monster btw
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pirateprincessjess ¡ 1 year ago
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Men are being very normal about the new Godzilla design
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junglejim4322 ¡ 8 months ago
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The thing that is interesting is if you have any semblance of personality you will definitely encounter people who viscerally hate you and obsess over you for years and you will not even remember their name
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teaboot ¡ 4 months ago
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I totally forgot till just now but one time a new therapist handed me a pad of paper and said "draw me a picture of how you feel" and after spending like five whole minutes of dead silence scribbling a teeny tiny pitch black dot in the middle of the pad that dug a hole straight through like 15 pages I gave it back to see him staring back at me like
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inorheona ¡ 8 months ago
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rain photo study
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creepyclothdoll ¡ 1 month ago
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The Devil's Wheel
The Devil’s Wheel
“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”
“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 
“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”
The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.
He’s been perfectly polite. 
You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 
“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”
“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”
He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:
THE DEVIL’S WHEEL
“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”
You examine the wheel. 
The gambling addict
The doting boyfriend
The escaped convict
The dog dad
The secretive sadist
“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 
“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”
“Serial wife murderer?”
“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”
The hard worker
The compulsive liar
The animal torturer
The widower
The desperate businessman
The failed musician
The beloved son
“My husband is on here too,” you say. 
“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”
“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”
“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”
You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.
Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity
Round and round it goes. 
The college graduate
The hockey fan
The Eagle Scout
The cold older brother
The charming younger brother
The two-faced middle child
The perfectionist
The slob 
Your husband Dave
Clackity-clackity-clackity.
Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.
The photographer
“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”
“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 
“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”
“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.
You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 
Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 
The cancer survivor
The bereaved
The applicant
Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…
The newlywed
The ex-gifted kid
The uncle
The Badgers fan
“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.
“How lovely,” the Devil says. 
Then it hits you.
Of course.
The weightlifter.
The careful driver.
The manager.
The claustrophobe.
Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.
“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.
“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 
The Devil cackles. 
“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”
“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”
“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”
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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington ¡ 2 months ago
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big bro jazz
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