#but fall means winter is coming :)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[skwivr]

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[sieglinde-freud]

thinking about them and banging my head against the wall again whats new. they are making me so emo. god. what the fuck

[stbot]

Would it be pure irrational delusion to hope that the thunderbolts trailer leak has awoken your bishova mind and will spur you on to possibly update “living is a gamble” 😁😁

I mean I’m hoping it will!! I literally haven’t written anything in over a year, so who knows. But if it is delusional, at least I’m right there in the delulu with you bud! 🤞🤞🤞

[palaugranetes]

💙❤️Capitanes💙❤️

3/3... and up next the last before the dreaded International break...🫠 *Prayer circle for the protection of our players especially Pedri*

Anyhoo..

Bon Cap de setmana i d'Agost! 🤗🙂‍↔️💕

Bring on autumn🍁🍂🍃🍂🍁

[rb9]

the obsession max verstappen has for tomato soup needs to studied

[marsixm]

i finally figured it out, stardew valley is a winter game. elden ring is an autumn game, the sims is a summer game, and genshin impact is a spring game. fortnite is universal

[notmoreflippingelves]

I'm just a girl standing in front of the Elena of Avalor S3 timeline begging for it to make even a little logical sense.

[robotnikholmescomicblog]

This issue ends pretty abruptly too, after clearing this zone of Eggman and freeing little animals/getting an Ancient Gear, Sonic and the gang just go on their merry way to the next one. End scene.

Obviously, Sonic: Mega Drive was planned to be a trilogy of issues, this one letting the next adventure continue to joyride. Frighteningly similar to how Sonic the Hedgehog 4: Episode I and II came out, this glorious throwback to Sonic’s classic roots never reached its third instalment, leaving the next issue, Sonic: Mega Drive - The Next Level, to end on a cliffhanger.

2017 Robotnikholmes was pissy as all hell, but next time, I’m gonna give the last Sonic: Mega Drive story a proper, modern-day analysis!

[thylionheart]

I’ve mentioned before, I’m making a folklore book for my baby nibling and of course we want a multi-regional book of folklore so I am desperately trying and failing to find a Mesopotamian myth where sex isn’t too important a plot point

[florida3exclamationpoints]

It's October and officially fall so I can't pretend it's still summer anymore :( but I can listen to red again. And the leaves up in New York are really pretty :)

[yardsards]

i think the issue with having an extremely inconsistent sleep schedule is not that your overall daily schedule will be out of wack (i am quite fine with changing schedules) but rather that all hours of the day are Schrodinger's Bedtime. like, going to bed just feels like An Option at all times and this leads to a lot of laying in bed almost dozing but not really sleeping

[onedirecton]

THE LEAVES OTSIDE ARE ALRSSDY CHANGING COLOUR

[haneys]

my birth month is approaching fast and I can smell fall in the air... a very strange feeling is brewing in my chest, both exited and nervous

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

The existence of Haruchiyo implies the existence of Natsuchiyo, Akichiyo and Fuyuchiyo

These are the... Kisetsuchiyo

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.