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arnab-factory · 5 months ago
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Fascinated by this phenomenon
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antlerlad · 9 months ago
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happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.
help trans women evacuate gaza
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scribefindegil · 1 month ago
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being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."
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mintaii · 1 month ago
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had to draw him
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teaboot · 11 months ago
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When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
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king-nyx · 7 months ago
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Say it with me now
You are never late to a fandom. Your fic is never "invalid" for being "late". Your fic doesn't need a high word limit. Your fic does not need a high standard. Your fic does not need to be highly popular. Your fic isn't less valid than a popular author's fic. Your fic isn't inheritly bad. Your fic is amazing. Your fic is valid. The only thing that matters is that you're having fun. Fandom is not consumption and consumerism. Fandom is fun, free and for the people. Fandom is not a popularity contest. We're all nerds at the end of the day.
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hinamie · 2 months ago
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trick or treat!
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jaggedjawjosh · 10 months ago
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yet-another-clown · 5 months ago
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canonkiller · 1 year ago
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but you can't keep holding on like this.
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isjasz · 7 months ago
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Stellar death
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kensatou · 1 year ago
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fascinated/horrified by this set of tweets…
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specsthesecond · 6 months ago
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⋆。゚🪐。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。*⋆。゚🛸。⋆。 ゚🌕゚。⋆*。゚☄️。⋆。 ゚☾
Alien partner who is constantly amazed and appalled by human biology. 
You crack your knuckles in front of them once and they look at you with the most horrified expression.
You don't react in immense pain so obviously you're fine but this poor soul thinks you actually just broke your bones out of nowhere 😭. 
They can hear your heart beat and are absolutely fascinated with the way it speeds up and slows down. 
They like how it speeds up when they get closer and talk lower so they do that pretty often. They like how it slows down when you go to sleep, they find the slow rhythmic thumps very soothing. 
They'll constantly ask you questions about your species whenever a question pops into their head. 
"What are these for?"
They gently brush your eyelashes with their finger as you lay on their chest one morning. You don't open your sleepy eyes when you respond. 
"Keeps dust out of our eyes." 
There's definitely a better answer you could've given but that's all you have the energy for right then and they seem to be satisfied with that. 
Just imagine an alien partner who is so openly enthralled by you. They can't help but hold your cheeks and stare into your eyes, absolutely amazed. 
"Do all human eyes look like yours?"
You manage to actually respond, voice soft to match theirs,
"They come in a few colours but everyone's eyes are different." 
"Yours is the most beautiful colour I've ever seen."
They say while gazing into your eyes as if you hold all the stars in the galaxy in your pupils.
⋆。゚🪐。⋆。°。*⋆。゚🛸。⋆。゚。⋆゚☄️。⋆°
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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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satanicdollx · 1 year ago
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they should invent friends that do not live so fucking far
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