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yuridovewing · 9 days ago
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wait did that anon just say that needletail deserved cat hell because she was groomed
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paintedcrows · 5 months ago
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Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)
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time-to-leave-machine · 3 months ago
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people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them
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sapphicscience · 20 days ago
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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.
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heph · 4 months ago
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Yall ever think about how Ford had to relearn how to be a normal human being after 30 years of isolation
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problemnyatic · 4 months ago
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when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,
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stump-not-found · 5 months ago
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what's your point, man
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eggsistential-breakdown · 6 months ago
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Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?
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rae-butter · 2 months ago
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Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.
There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.
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qiinamii · 21 days ago
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one braincell transfer (divided by four)
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pangur-and-grim · 3 months ago
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I think Pangur likes the new bed
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gongyussy · 7 months ago
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i'll let phie-san say it:
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butterflyscribbles · 1 month ago
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Taking shifts❤️💙🧡
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housederiva · 3 months ago
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Gaby Soto is a gift
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Edit: I missed one!
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dirtytransmasc · 1 year ago
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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