#I LOVE THAT WOMAN WITH MY WHOLE HEART
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How did u and Cherri meet?? ❤️
Alright kids, ima be explaining the story on how I met your mother/j
We met through the same interests! We were both in the rottmnt fandom and we had shared the same mutuals
I joined on this app last year in February, so I was still pretty new. During that time we haven’t interacted yet. All I know is that she had already followed me🙌
Anyways, April 10th, I took a break on this app for some personal reasons and when I came back, GIRLY LEFT ME SUCH A SWEET NOTE ONCE I RETURNED🥺
I think that was the first time we sorta interacted? BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT MY HEART LITERALLY MELTED I really wanted to be her friend right then and there, but my shy ass didn’t know how to start or ask😭 but knowing her, if I did asked to be friends, she probably would’ve said yes in a heartbeat, cuz that’s how she is☺️
So I did a lil thank you gift👁️👁️
In a dumb way of asking “can we be friends?”😭 SHE HAD ME NERVOUS YALL, I ALMOST DIDNT SEND THAT TO HER;; LMAO
AND THEN, I FOUND OUT SHE WAS INTO THE LOST BOYS- AND WE JUST SORTA CLICKED FROM THERE🤞
I remember talking and rambling to eachother in our DMs, and we actually had a few things in common :]
It was the best moment of my life and a memory I’ll never forget. She has helped me get through so many obstacles in life and I can not thank her enough for that.
She is my treasure🩵🥺
#we’ve come so far😌#NOW IM JUST CLINGY AND WANT HER ATTENTION 24/7#I LOVE THAT WOMAN WITH MY WHOLE HEART#SHE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD‼️‼️‼️🫵🌎💖💖💖#ask#mj rambles
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im sorry but i choose to believe that tim drake is the most insufferable "my man, my man, my man" girl about bear. he does not shut up about him. steph is cooking smth in the kitchen? oh my man can do that. bear cooks really well. dick triaging some poor victim on an emergency site? oh my man is really good at that. mhmm, bear is on his way to becoming a paramedic. damian building something? oh my man is really good with power tools. have you ever seen him build ikea? it takes him less than an hour. for our anniversary, he built me a coffee table. mhmm isn't he amazing? yeah my man did that. yeah my man, mhmm that's my ma-
#and on and on and on#like it never fucking stops#jason gets a tattoo? tim manifests in the tattoo parlor to talk about his man's tattoos#'yeah they're sooo gorgeous! he has a grasshopper over his heart cause that's what he calls me! yeah that's like his little nickname for me#'and there's two cardinals in flight on his forearms! isn't that sooo cute!!! he says he's keeping me with him!!!'#and like everyone thought is was cute at first bc like first gay relationship!!! let tim gush about his boyfriend!!!#but then it like quickly and i mean quickly became annoying#like dick puts on his police uniform and tim immediately is like 'have you seen my man in his paramedic uniform? dont his biceps#look so good in it? and he's providing service for those in need without being a pig! isn't my man so great!'#and dick just has to sit there with his eye twitching bc the last time he tried to defend his police job the whole family laughed so hard#they almost cried.#also i hope you know that all of tim's lines are said in a valley girl accent. with the tone of a woman who is so fucking annoying about#her man. like he's the kinda guy at sunday brunch 2 mimosas deep trying to one up bart on like who has the better bf#spoiler alert bart wins only for the sole fact that he's not annoying about kon the way tim is about bear#meanwhile the rest of the group is creating enough of a ruckus that they're like 2 seconds away from getting kicked out of dennys#and while i would like to say that bear knows about this i just think that he has such hearteyes for tim that it completely flies over his#head. like he sees tim and he turns into a fucking idiot. he's putting in the saline line wrong he's doing chest compressions on a guy#who is perfectly fine. he's letting the steak burn on the stove#so theyre like both fucking useless together. and i think that's love.#bernard dowd#tim drake#timbern#timber
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strongly dislike athena. because how are you gonna construct a daughter. someone who seemingly perfect. so perfect that they don't wound your pride. but refuse to acknowledge her existence for years. and then give her a crumb of a mother's approval. only to disown her like a year later. and then send her on a quest that no child of your has ever come back from. so much for the goddess of wisdom.
#i get that minerva and athena are different people#but they both get on minerva#because annabeth is the most impressive in fucking ever#she is the moment#you should take great pride in knowing your child became the amazing young woman she is#but it's not because of you#because your about as useful as a bottle cap of water in the desert#some wisdom goddess#anyway 🙄#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#annabeth chase#i love annabeth#annabeth is the moment#annabeth is a legend#whatever athena/minerva#i love her with my whole heart
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Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.
The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos
#the kings return to do WHAT?#oh my god they put him in a situation#last year he was solving fake puzzles and this year he is shooting hordes of zombies while trying to chokse#which gate that looks like all the other gates in all the other shooting hordes of zombies games#ooh whats my little phoenix wright up to?#begging to be drooled on by a giant cyclops with gianter boobs?#hell yeah you go little pheonix knight#endure or divorce! what will she pick! blond bimbo and boo monstersinc freeze to death in the cold water#my heart will go on#after their nasty dad ate all the food! the tragedy#oh heres another trailer with that same nasty dad! hes snorkling? where is my daccoon eyed woman WHAT THE FUC#SOMEONE POURED (POOP?) INTO HIS SNORKLE THATS SO TERRIBLE#theyre running away wherre is the bimbo oh its all frozen#everythign froze so fast and now nasty dad is in a winter coat and also changed his entire physique#now hes gathering logs now hes buikding a settlement#damn guess we know what happened after the divorce!#and thats how you know the winter log game is by the same company as (one of many) repair the house game#thry got nasty dad model#and he is GOING places#if yiu ever hear 'i finally found a game that is exactly what they show in the ads!' no you didnt#i would love to play the fat guy fighting a horse for the last drop of water#hes like me fr#but hes too busy building underground rooms with the hot chick who may or may not die#SPEAKING OF HOT CHICKS i love that game where you romance a level 10 babe#not a crook or informant thats her whole job description#level 10 babe#she cqn be romanced by picking her off the ground or by showing her money (which you dont have)#but the other guy does!#i wonder what halpens to her#oh good shes upgraded to mafia wife! good for her and she has some buns in the oven too she must be so happOH NO
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i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D
#undertale yellow#uty#my art#<- ifg#spoilers under these tags beware. although it is mostly just me being very very sad#that entire thing was heart wrenching. anyways#CEROBAS FIGHT??? HELLO???#i had to exit out of it the first time (i got to the last phase) to get better items but i came back and won pretty quickly#but THE CUTSCENES?!?!?#JFC NO WONDER THIS WOMANS SO MESSED UP. HER HUSBAND PRACTICALLY DIED IN HER ARMS AND THE LAST THING HE LEFT HER WITH- HIS DYING WISH- COULD#ONLY BE FULFILLED BY PUTTING THEIR ONLY CHILD IN DEATHS WAY. AND THEN WHEN SHE TOOK THAT RISK THE WORST THING HAPPENED AND SHE NOW HAS TO#LIVE WITH THE GUILT OF BEING THE ONE TO. MOST LIKELY. KILL HER ONE AND ONLY DAUGHTER#ALL THE WHILE SHE WAS PUSHING AWAY HER CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND AND CONVINCING HERSELF THAT SHE WAS IN THE RIGHT TO SACRIFICE CLOVER WHO HAD#BEEN ONLY KIND MERCIFUL AND JUST THIS WHOLE TIME. EVEN TO THOSE WHO WERE TRYING TO KILL THEM. FUCK.#AAND WHEN CLOVER HUGGED HER I DOUBLED OVER IRL BC *THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO DO IN THAT MOMENT* I HATE IT (read: love it) HERE#n dont even get me STARTED on after that. when clover started moving on their own and the gd white screen came up and we got flashbacks of#everyone's words. thats when the tears rlly started coming bc it clicked for me. 'oh. this is it. isn't it?' and IT WAS#WHEN THEY GAVE THEIR FUCKIGN HAT AND GUN AWAY TO MARTLET AND STARLO WELL THATS WHEN I REALLY STARTED CRYING#AAND THE GROUP HUGG#I WAS SOBBING WHENEVER I HAD TO WATCH THEM CRAWL UP AGAINST THE WALL AND DIE AND HAVE FLOWEYS WORDS PLAY OVERHEAD#AND THE FUCKOGN#THE F U C K I N G#AFTEWRCREDITS SCENE WHERE WE GOT THE 'You heard someone calling for help. You answered.' I GOT CHILLS SO BAD#to think that all the other souls have stories just as expansive and emotional as clover n frisks. how fucked up is that. in a good way tho#and finally the last scene where we got all 4 of our main friends sending us off in waterfall and we see clovers items end up in the dump#just waiting to be found by bratty and catty. fucken hell man this was a masterpiece#anyways time to reset and obliterate everyone and never emotionally recover from that ever!! really is feeling like 2016-17 again w the way#this game has me sobbing my eyes out and feeling the guilt of knowing that i dont HAVE to kill them all but im too curious not to#oh well. at least i have the balls to do it this time around instead of letting a youtuber do it for me ig
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when. when the giantess has a tiny girlfriend. peace and love on planet earth.
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my fanfiction abortion morgue is gaining another jayroy victim that is not long enough to clean up for ao3. this was going to be a very long and meandering noodle about in the river that is jason's mental health and trauma and relationships of all types and healing and the asexual/aromantic spectrum (not that that's the verbage jason would use or language hes even aware of) and low sex drives all that beautiful muck and mire but i have not put a single word on it in well over a year now. so i'm letting her go. be free little fish.
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They’re better now, anyways, better than they ever were before. Jason had a crisis a few months back, stopping himself from reaching reflexively for his phone to give Dick a call about- nothing important. And then he had realized that he had reflexively gone to call Dick about nothing important, and had gone and stared out the window for 15 minutes, trying to work himself into a different, less horrifying conclusion than the one gathering in his brain like an avalanche. Roy had come home in the middle of it, taken one look at his face and dropped his bag on the floor with a thunk.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Who died?”
“I like him,” Jason said, somewhere between incredulous and horrified. “That cunt, that motherfucker- he made me actually like him-,”
“Who?”
“Dick!” Jason had shouted. “That piece of shit, I want to spend time with him, hours out of my actual human life that I can’t get back-,”
Roy had proceeded to laugh in his face for a solid ten minutes, positively gleeful about Jason’s horrible emotional crisis. “He does that to you, man,” he said once they’d settled in, still chuckling as he cracked open a can of soda, posted up on their couch with Ethiopian takeout in his lap. “One minute you’re sitting there thinking oh my god, this guy, he’s so loud and annoying-,”
“And he never fuckin’ stops moving,” Jason groaned from his spot laying on the floor below him. “His body or his mouth. And he chews loud, he’s obnoxious on purpose, and he’s a model and dated Kory but half the time he dresses like something a goodwill dumpster threw up-,”
“Have you seen his new shoes?” Roy asked. “I dress like dogshit, man, but those things-,”
“Wally got them for him,” Jason said, and then immediately slapped his hands over his face, horrified that he knew that. Roy laughed again. “He’s constantly in your fuckin’ business! Constantly! Last time I saw him he knew the social security numbers of the baristas in the coffee shop I’d been going to-,”
“He gets enabled,” Roy muttered, shoveling injera into his mouth.
“He gets enabled!” Jason said. “Everyone enables him! I enable him! And god, his fucking- puns, man, his quips, we’re all guilty of it but this is a fight, not comedy hour, and even if it was you’d get booed off the stage-,”
“He texted me what he said to Mr. Freeze two weeks ago and I wanted to eat my phone,” Roy said. “It’s amazing no villains kill themselves after he hands their asses to them, I would be humiliated.”
“He sucks!” Jason snapped.
“He sucks,” Roy agreed. “And then you look around one day at your life-,”
“And you go oh shit, I think this motherfucker’s alright!” Jason mimed hitting himself in the face with Roy’s abandoned house slipper. “Fuck! What’s fucking wrong with me?”
Roy laughed at him, again. “Dick Grayson Derangement Syndrome gets us all in the end,” he said. Jason curled a hand around his bare ankle, and Roy looked down to smile at him, the smallest touch making his whole face bloom open like a rose. Jason had to look away from it, wanting to say: stop. No. You know I’m not enough. You know I’m not like you. You know I can’t give you enough.
He’s been wanting to say that a lot, these days. Toss Roy off the sinking ship with a lifeboat before he has to wake up one day, years on, and realize he’s wasted years with Jason, who can’t love that loud.
He wanted to call Dick about it, which was another horrible realization. Hi big bird, I’m having boy problems. Dick would probably tell him that it means more that Jason has to try, that wanting to try for it is selfless, makes it more significant, which is the kind of thinking that lands a motherfucker in bed with Barbara Gordon, who is enough like Jason to warrant a comparison, but not enough to call her and ask what he should do. Babs loves like the Bolton Strid, and sometimes Jason isn’t sure he loves at all. Not like that.
Jason isn’t nearly as selfless as Dick is convinced he is, not deep down. Because he doesn’t want to let Roy go at all.
It’s late, well into the witching hours, and they’re laying in bed in what was formerly Roy’s bedroom but now holds them both, blinds cracked to let the streetlights through. Jason doesn’t like the dark. Roy’s threatening to buy an eyemask. Jason thinks it’s stupid to blind yourself to potential attackers. Neither of them have brought up going back to sleeping separately. Roy’s nose is pressed between Jason’s shoulder blades, breath humid through his shirt. Not asleep yet, but close. Jason’s books are proliferating on Roy’s shelves, his boxers in Roy’s laundry basket, garrotte wires coiled next to bow strings on the desk that has framed photos, past-Jason’s mouth a little white slash in the bar of orange streetlamp.
Something is clawing at the inside of Jason’s chest, scrabbling like a wild little animal. Trying to dig its way through his spine, into Roy. It hurts.
He shifts, turns over, pushes Roy over onto his back and rolls on top of him, propped up on his elbows to look down at him. Roy grunts, half-awake and confused, but takes his weight. He blinks blearily up at Jason, a crease between his eyebrows- Jason must look intense right now. “Jaybird?” he starts, quiet.
Jason knows this feeling- as all-consuming as it is- is fleeting. It’ll be gone in the morning, and he’ll forget it was ever here. He won’t be able to recall its bite until it comes back around again, like Halley’s comet. He should say something now, while he has it. While he feels it. So Roy can know it’s real. He just doesn’t know how to describe it.
“Jase,” Roy says, sounding more concerned, “Jason, what’s-,”
“Something in here,” Jason interrupts, putting a hand on his own chest, a thudding sound of muscle on muscle, “Wants to eat you.” God, he feels dumb. He’s not good at this, he sounds so much better in his head. His words come out of his mouth sour and curdled and stupid, there’s a reason he doesn’t try to talk about this shit-
Roy lights up, slow at first, then all at once, his face creasing up in his smile like old paper, following familiar folds. Jason feels his toes curl next to his calves, his feet pointing and flexing in excitement. Jason wishes he could make himself smile back, anything other than the dead-eyed concentration he knows he’s wearing right now, but the weight in his ribs is too real and too wild for that- if his teeth come out this might get literal. He wants to crack open Roy’s sternum with his bare hands, climb in like a contortionist and slam it shut behind him.
“Really?” Roy asks, small and soft and giddy. Jason nods, serious. Roy’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, smiling so wide his nose is wrinkling up, little inky lines in the artificial twilight. “Cool,” he says.
Jason’s hands spasm in the sheets next to Roy’s head. “Roy,” he starts, “Can I-,” stops. Doesn’t know what he wants. Maybe just to look at him until the sun comes up, just to watch the light turn his freckles from a smear in the dim to pinprick-sized marigolds. Maybe to go to sleep on him like this, the thunder of his heart under Jason’s cheek. Maybe he wants everything. Maybe he wants to be the greediest son of a bitch in Gotham.
“You can do anything,” Roy promises, and the sincerity in his voice makes the thing chewing on Jason’s lungs shake. “Anything you want. I’ll let you do everything.”
Jason drops his head against Roy’s chest with a grunt like he’s just been punched, unable to choke it back. He pushes himself up- Roy makes a quiet, sad noise, grabbing for him- and fumbles the bedside lamp on. He wants to see everything. Roy’s pupils are huge, even in the light he’s flinching from, irises that strange half-color, too dark for blue or green and too flat for hazel and too light to be brown. His cowlick’s sending his hair in every direction at the left temple, and he’s still smiling at Jason, like he can’t help it. Jason doesn’t know what to do, now that he’s here. A restaurant with an infinite menu. What he wants is strange, probably. Not how normal people want things, not what they want. Jason is off-putting, sometimes on purpose, frequently not, and he doesn’t know how this will come across. But Roy said he could have anything. Whatever he wanted. Giving up all of himself, for nothing. For free.
Jason should take it. Roy will stop him, if he needs it. He puts his mouth on the cowlick, not a kiss, tucks his nose into Roy’s hair and breathes in deep. The nothing-smell of hair that’s not clean but not dirty. Roy’s hands are pressing into his lats, his legs spreading and crossing behind Jason’s thighs, holding him there. Jason curls both his hands around Roy’s skull, presses gently, cradling his head- all of Roy is in there, somehow, and he needs to be careful with it. His skull feels too small to hold something so important, too fragile.
Jason drags his thumbs over his eyebrows, presses a thumbnail into the scar bisecting the left one- string snap, Roy told him, nearly took that eye out. Roy’s looking up at him still, and they’re close enough that Jason could count his eyelashes, if he wanted. He runs his fingers over Roy’s ears, feeling the cartilage, gently pinches the flesh of his earlobe, over the hole where he used to have gauges. He moves down to Roy’s neck, puts his hands around his throat, doesn’t squeeze. He feels it when Roy’s breath hitches. Roy shuts his eyes, swallows, his Adam's apple moving under Jason’s palms.
Jason bites him where his neck meets his shoulder, hard. He thinks about being normal, trying to make it a hickey- but Roy jerks hard beneath him with a strangled noise and that thing in Jason’s chest makes him hold that position until Roy stops moving, until the bolt of his jaw aches. He lets go, spit shining around the deep purple indents in Roy’s skin. Roy lets out a shaking breath, eyes still shut.
Roy already knows he’s an inscrutable freak, Jason decides. He’s going to do everything he’s ever looked at Roy and thought about doing, everything he thought might be weird that he’s ever refrained from. Roy won’t run.
If he does, well. Jason will chase him. Roy is the one who said he was locking Jason down, said nobody in or out. He can’t get too mad if Jason takes him up on it.
He presses his nose near Roy’s armpit. The sharp, live smell of his sweat in Jason’s lungs, muted by whatever axe deodorant he uses that always makes Jason think of a cold wet morning. He rubs his mouth over Roy’s deltoid, teeth dragging. Jason pushes up and kneels with his thighs on either side of Roy’s torso, picks up an arm, runs his hands over Roy’s bicep, digs his thumbs into his elbow. Puts Roy’s thumb in his mouth, tastes skin and salt, bites the draw calluses on his fingers, gentle. Does the other arm too, to keep it even. Roy’s breathing slow and even, looking at Jason again as he shoves his mouth into Roy’s wrist until he can feel the pulse against his lower lip. Roy’s trying to caress his face with that hand, can’t quite manage more than a brush of his fingertips against Jason’s ear.
Jason knows what he should say here. What he hasn’t been saying, because he knows it’s not the same as how Roy will say it, thinking that it will somehow be a lie because the meaning’s different. But it’s words, which are only stories. There is nothing in a story that is a lie, and no analysis that is wrong, with supporting evidence. Which Jason has, which Jason has always had. Roy at his right shoulder. Never wanting anyone else at his back. Saying to Dick: if there wasn’t Roy, there wouldn’t be anybody. The way they keep finding each other at the lowest of lows, facedown in bottles or looking down barrels of guns to see if they can spot the bullet. Standing there feeling stupid in the holes they’ve dug, pickaxes in hand, before turning and finding the other, just as deep as they are. Saying: gimme a boost and I’ll give you a hand.
Even if he doesn’t mean it in the same way, he means it. I want you, I want you, I want you. The inflection changes the meaning, but only by the barest degrees.
“I love you,” Jason says, and he’s not lying, because he means them, even if it’s not always how he thinks he should.
#my writing#jayroy#important to note that JASON'S thoughts on his position on the ace/aro spectrum may not be the most woke or whatever. THE AUTHOR (ME) think#that whatever jazzes your music is great and wonderful#Jason's thoughts are very complicated and he is dealing with a deep and wide trauma base and is not aware of the asexual/aromantic labels#this is not a “this is how YOU should feel!” this is a “how would a character w/o access to that type of language or emotional awareness#handle a situation where he has One Person who he does not know how he feels about just that he cannot let this person out of his life#and feels poorly because he thinks he is 'not enough' or 'does not feel enough' compared to that person? and is worried he will hurt them?"#& trusting and respecting someone enough to believe in them that they know the whole you and are making the choice to be in this#relationship with you with their eyes open and are okay with what they are getting and not trying to throw them out to 'protect them'#i at the time was having some real in depth thoughts about this stuff wrt the guy who i am now dating (he knows this)#and his position on these spectrums and my location on these spectrums etc. it kind of a little bit was a love letter to him.#anyways. it was going to be long and in depth and complicated and i just dont have room in my heart for long complicated in depth jayroy#at the moment. alas#i also then had my trans woman jason epiphany/sign from god and this was going to get EVEN MORE COMPLICATED#just not the threads i want to weave with anymore#if you read all these tags WOW
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#tv: friends#friendsedit#i realized the other day that i have been chasing this break up scene my whole life#no other cheating storyline has ever adequately laid this idea out to me#the idea that the reason that there is no way back is not just because of the betrayal#it's because the cheater is now a completely different person to the person they cheated on#no one says that anymore#you used to be someone who would never ever hurt me#and now you will never be that person to me ever again#i love a good heart wrenching break up scene#but nothing digs this hard down to the root like i need it to#rachel green the woman that you are#things i made
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okay so i don't like that i have to make this post but i feel inclined to because the l&ds fandom is growing and i would rather hold the space for this important conversation AND because i am a queer woman playing this game (and have been here since day 1. lol)
while i do understand that this game is an otome game, i genuinely do not care that people are shipping the love interests together or that people have made male mcs/ocs to fit in with the narrative. i'm uncomfortable seeing people disagree about this and the overall inclusion of queer identities with the justification that this is 'strictly otome' meaning it's 'strictly for women' and more offensively the 'they're trying to make everybody gay'/'they're trying to be so inclusive but it's not right'.
to that part of the player base, i cannot emphasize to you how many women who play this game are queer, including the crowd that is nonbinary, genderfluid, etc and femme-presenting. i don't know how else to emphasize how homophobic those statements actually are. as a matter of fact, l&ds does have the capacity to be a queer-coded space despite it being confined to the otome genre. if we're really gonna push it, i'd say obey me had already pushed that. (do y'all even know the way people ship diavolo and lucifer? LMFAO)
the conclusion i'm making is that nobody's gay pairings are harming you, and y'all are acting up like somebody was murdered or did you harm personally. you're instead being dismissive of the opportunity to make more friends and acquaintances with people who share the same amount of love for the game as you do.
if we're gonna keep it a real buck... all four LIs don't even adhere to the traditional cis-gender heterosexual man. and if a great number of the player base is queer women... it's a sensible thing to consider the fact that these men are queer themselves without any labels.
also. THESE ARE PIXELS.
i want to emphasize that this is a safe space for lgbtq+ folks, especially if you play this game! thank you :)
#yes hello i am an aroace woman who loves this game with my whole heart#maybe i'm just gonna write more qpr related things for the lads guys but oops! it MIGHT be too inclusive!#there is so much more nuance to this conversation but i've said my piece#and too many of this side of the player base have even talked about how there is MLM centric games#like it matters? ok?#its giving 'go back to your country' and you mean that with poisonous bite in your tone#atp it's projection and the fact that you see everything as your competition which is a deeply-rooted insecurity issue#again. over some pixels.#please touch some grass! i beg!#love & deepspace#love and deepspace#lads#lnds#l&ds
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✨💖Everyone say hello to my new wife, Cherie💖✨
#Wild Manes#Wild Manes Cherie#I already love her a lot okay#no I DON'T care that there are only three episodes so far#this lovely lady has my whole heart already#I would throw hands for this woman alright
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If music is therapy, then who's ur therapist?
Mine is:
#𖦁ׅ ࣪ @/gigglycloud ៵ ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆#I swear im so normal abt her#i didn't almost cry during her singing on the olympics#I could never#THIS WOMAN#SHE#IS#PERFECT#I#LOVE#HER#WITH#MY#WHOLE#HEART#UHM I MEAN#Yeah im a billiestan#A TOTALLY NORMAL ONE#billieeilish#billie#eilish#billie eilish#if music is therapy...
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“There are some natures too noble to curb…”
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“… and too lofty to bend”. - Marmee March
#I love this movie with my whole heart 🤍🤍#little women aesthetic#moodboard#little woman 2019#jo march#amy march#beth march#meg march#march sisters#marmee march#laurie laurence#greta gerwig#little women quote#little women#emma watson#florence pugh#timothee chalamet#autumn#fall aesthetic#spring aesthetic#light academia#mood board#dark academia#little women quotes#winter aesthetic#summer aesthetic
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❝ Acts of pleasure are the passion to which all others are subordinate.’ I’m quoting my father. I possess no passions that deserve priority over admiring a beautiful flower that blooms before me. ❞ - Dominique de Sade, Vanitas no Carte.
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#dominique de sade#the case study of vanitas#vanitas no carte#i love this woman with my whole heart#i would 100% go gay for her
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Jigen just wanted his plushie
#after having rewatched this episode recently#it turns out he wasn't after the plushie he just wrecked the whole stand and grabbed whatever fell on him#but i just think it would have been cute.#also he DID keep the plushie even though he didn't need to. taht was definitely a thing that happened.#HE'S A SOFTIE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#(he broke my fucking heart in this episode HE'S SO FUCKING NICE IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!)#daisuke jigen#lupin iii#twcfm#the woman called fujiko mine#takeshi koike
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genuinely i love how two back-to-back experiences with non-aggressive wasps and a new interest in the r/WhatsThisBug subreddit have made me so much more interested and endeared toward bugs. like i'll literally see a house centipede and i'll know it's my friend and keeping other pests away, or a yellowjacket outside and i'll know it'll be nice to me so long as i'm not near its nest, or a wolf spider with a swarm of babies on its back and think "awww it's a single mother supporting her family :)"
#bugs#louposting#so many bugs are basically harmless and knowledge really is power#also: never ever touch a fuzzy caterpillar even though they 'look' more like a friend#i've always been a 'leave it alone or just take it outside in a cup' woman to counterbalance my very scared cohabitants#but now i just love bugs even more :)#except infesting bugs. sorry. i don't have room for a whole swarm of you in my apartment or my heart so roaches etc. get the shoe#i know you're just trying to live but brother so am i
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アラサカの心
#hanako arasaka#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#cyberpunk photomode#cp2077 photomode#my stuff#my stuff: vp#saburo was so fucking lucky hanako actually loved her family#because just look at this woman#she would destroy this fuckery of a company and her disfunctional shit of a family in two days with a beauty sleep break#and then just restore it to it's glory the way she wants it#ahh. my baby. you're a glorious woman#and a terrifying enemy#(if you don't wanna fight it just date it)#© vayne#oh right. the text at the top says 'the heart of arasaka'#i thought of 'the devil' but she's not the devil in the game#so it really feels wrong#she even gives v as many hints as she can while being forbidden from telling the whole thing#she's precious#fight me#repost bc desktop tumblr bug
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