#It's true and you know it
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kommandonuovidiavoli · 5 months ago
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You know a serie teen Wally would unironically love and would try to shove down everyone's throat, quote it everyday and maybe even cosplay?
Homestuck.
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mjj-nostalgia · 10 months ago
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I return from my impromptu hiatus to say, once more, that "Just Good Friends" IS AS MUCH OF A BOP AS ALL THE OTHER BOPS.
Thank you, that is all.
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kanejbr3kker · 9 months ago
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the grishaverse fandom is divided into two halves and it's not malina vs darklina.
it's the people who can joke about matthias' death and the people who can't.
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red-shirts-always-die4444 · 2 years ago
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Michael Eddington didn’t even read ‘Les Misérables’, he just watched the 2012 movie musical.
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jazzy-a · 2 years ago
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Kaz's love language is VENGEANCE.
I don't make the rules...
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eriong · 8 months ago
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*vocalist sounds like a flushing toilet*
*snare*
*silence*
*nastiest breakdown of ur life*
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3ninth · 2 years ago
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Takaaki is a very good loving father btw I won't take anything less. Taka's like his mini me
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neuroncryptid · 1 year ago
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I like to think Ionus Crytpborn looks like Alucard under his Nameless King armor.
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manic-pixie-dick-girl · 2 years ago
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Two girls chillin in a hot tub making out passionately because they're trans girls that met half an hour ago.
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marklikely · 3 months ago
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how it feels to use the word diegetic
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malenjoyer · 3 months ago
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WE'RE SO BACK
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aluminumneedles · 1 month ago
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I'm knitting in the corner at a party
and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.
The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.
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thescarvedinsect · 1 year ago
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a gun holster is more or less functionally the same as lingerie
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inkskinned · 1 year ago
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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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marigoldendragon · 1 month ago
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The lifetime ban from Savanaclaw was worth it
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tempo-takoyaki · 22 days ago
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Here is my last prompt for SVSSSAction's Gotcha For Gaza from an anonymous donor! They asked for some freeform Bingyuan, and I imagined this little scene. Chocolate is good~
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