#i wanted it to coincide but oh well
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llama--plumbobsims · 6 months ago
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happy pride!
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bruhstation · 11 months ago
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can't it even be more obvious thomas. why are you surprised that a sudrian historical site filled to the brim with armor and weaponry that dates back to the middle ages has old people afflicted with the gold dust working around the castle
#thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#ttte glynn#ttte millie#ttte stephen#casa tidmouth#senjart#MORE OF LADY'S EXPERIMENTS GONE WRONG#WHO UP ULFSTEADING THEIR CASTLE#stuff for the kotr arc of casa tidmouth. now this is where gold dust has historical significance#going crazy right now. my friends are influencing me#I had 12 tabs opened just to draw young glynn's armor. they dont have plated armory in the 10th century!!!! only mails!!!!!!#(looking at you KOTR intro)#I remember reading some inputs on my 1k milestone poll and saw someone put ''the misery of growing old'' and honestly. Checks out#glynn's eyes are goldish brown because well. that's the perks of being the first bearer of the gold dust horrors#lady during 989 AD do not know anything about human thoughts and ethics and emotions. she was literally freestyling that!!!!!#Oh a wounded soldier on the verge of death. what if I *dumps 200 kg of gold dust on him* yeah that'll do the trick.#then she saw how glynn aged so so slowly and went Oh well I messed up. Good thing there are lots of other sudrians here#funny coincidence that young cstm glynn's helmet resembles canon glynn's funnel#I wanted to make millie's design resemble a tour guide more with her scarf and more stylish than usual tie#shes so pretty. I'm so proud of her design#(AND I REALIZED TOO LATE THAT HER TIE HAS THE COLORS OF THE FRENCH FLAG)#<--- said the guy who has beef with the french#stephen's crown is translated to a hat decor! was about to draw a top hat but whatever just imagine he has a collection of various hats#that he can put his crown on#also I want to give him that cool hip-with-the-kids I-am-still-young-at-heart energy#sir robert norramby is balling in the background.#hope you enjoy..... won't be able to draw as much from now on but I'm excited#also whos ready for old man yaoi........... 2!!!!!!
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retributory · 6 months ago
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when you think about it clive and flora are actually perfect narrative foils on complete accident. like what's up with that. professor layton and the completely imagined literary devices
#what did they talk about when they were alone for that one segment of uf . . . humming#i'm sure this post has been made before by someone more eloquent but i don't shut up. ❤️❤️❤️#it's like the fact that they both lose their parents at a young age#both are succeeded by a large fortune#both are incredibly insurmountably lonely in a way they are not equipped to deal with#both develop poor coping mechanisms (though one notably more poor than the other . . . el oh el)#both develop a one-sided codependence on layton (or rather. more like the Idea of him. the concept he represents)#they also both spend a lot of screentime poorly disguised god bless ❤️#flora just seems to shrink inward while clive. Well#flora is seemingly willing to accept any type of mistreatment so long as she's told she won't be left alone again#whether because she can't bear the alternative or if she genuinely believes them every time is debatable#she's fine with being temporarily abandoned because she is used to it. as long as she's kept around some of the time she's fine#but clive internalizes every slight and files it away in some increasingly grandiose and frankly childish revenge fantasy#on a small handful of people that HAVE wronged him and a couple hundred thousand that never will#everything he sees is taken as proof of a worldview he doesn't even seem to necessarily hold himself#that at the end of the day is simply a manifestation of a seeping debilitating loneliness#they both have people that care for them. but not really in the type of way they need or want#i have more to say but . . . alas. not intelligent enough for it#my point: both of these characters ard the same coincidence? i think not. Transgender;#t#professor layton
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weirdo-from-bonesborough · 8 months ago
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Tim Drake: oh man i hope there’s not an evil inverse me with reversed initials vying for my spot as smartest batkid
Duke Thomas:
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zincfingermotif · 2 months ago
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and then you wake up
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summertimemusician · 8 months ago
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WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently
It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.
How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot? 
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.
If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.
He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)
It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.
The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.
Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.
Shouting.
Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.
Yelling was never a promising portent.
The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.
‘... Why would someone else…?’
What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.
(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-
Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)
Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter. 
After all, his motives didn't matter either.
Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.
Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.
Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul. 
...
At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.
(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)
And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.
Then-
Clack.
He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.
“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”
He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”
“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.
“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.
A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”
“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.
“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”
Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”
“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”
A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.
Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed
“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”
He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.
When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?
(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-
“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”
He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.
Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-
He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.
“Never.”)
What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?
“Link.”
(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.
Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.
You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-
Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)
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ocdhuacheng · 8 months ago
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I have… lots of thoughts on milsiril and kabru and the commentary on mixed-race family/adoption, in particular white parents with children of color. I think it’s really cool kui incorporated this into the story because lots of (particularly white) people just think adoption is this pure altruistic thing and don’t think about the negative affects it has on kids (again, kids of color) to not have people of their own culture to grow up with.
#I’m white so I can’t pretend this is something I am able to fully understand#and I feel like it’s not my place to write an essay on it? I’m sure poc could do it a lot better than me#but someone who is close to me is a poc in a kind of kabru adjacent situation#and I don’t want to give details bc this is personal and (obviously) not just to me so I don’t really want to talk about it too much#my point is. kabru ans milsiril just hit me really hard#I really love that kui made their relationship a relatively good one for the most part but she doesn’t just pretend it’s perfect#because it’s like. even if your parents are the best they can possibly be.l#if they don’t understand your culture that’s still a huge loss isn’t it?#and milsirils parenting skills….. definitely need a lot of work even if she means well#and the description of her adoptions as a ‘hobby’ makes it seem rather flippant imo#(not sure if that was just a translation thing tho)#but my impression is that kabru does still think of her fondly and is grateful for her taking him in and teaching him things#at the same time he does voice his frustrations about the cultural disconnect between them and her being ‘overprotective’#but yeah#like that kind of thing needs to be talked about I’m grateful that she not just doesn’t shy away from it but puts it in your face like that#.txt#dungeon meshi#oh also clarification#when I say kui talks about this stuff I do mean as an allegory#bc while I don’t think it is at all a coincidence that kabru is dark skinned and milsiril is white (coded?)#their skin color doesn’t really come into account here#it’s really the disconnect between elves and tall-men#but look me in the eye and tell me that’s not what she was going for
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emdotcom · 7 months ago
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*remembers what they did to Vanny* 500 FUCKING PIPEBOMB ATTACK.
#em.txt#WHY#how can you see the fucking absolute fire that is building up & go. 'yeah douse it. now bring back peepaw AGAIN'#BUILD HER UP 2 GAMES EARLY --- & THEN DO NOTHING!!!!!!!!? FUCK#WE CAN'T HAVE WOMEN DO THINGS IN FNAF I GUESS#the company's scop was too big & they developed the game seperately from the environment & made the environment above the game#cut playable vanessa sections. cut vanny appearances.#remove all the plot make vanessa a bitch throw in some invisible walls call it done. 30 dollars now please#security breach isn't just bad. it's not fucking done.#the thing normally with cut content is i can usually agree like 'okay this game cut this but that was a smart choice'#it can be better for time or budget & it can make for better writing.#for instance all the cut content in ahit is neat & as much as i like moonie it's smart to cut his character to build up other ones#& makes for a tighter story & less convoluted area that's more fun to play#when i look at the cut content for security breach their are obvious issues.#it's obvious the company's scope went too far. you built too big an environment. you built the environment before your game.#you prioritized a cool area to the point you expanded the mall from 1 story to 3. do you think that time could have been speant elsewhere#& the other problem is the insane fucking crunch that scott cawthon as a dev placed on himself & others to maintain relevancy#a single person locking themselves ina room for months to stay relevant is fucked. a game studio physically cannot do that.#you see shit in the prerelease like they wanted a bowling minigame a kart minigame a freeroam minigame etc#what about vanny? what did you want with this character? you clearly had something in mind#but we needed to cut it so we can fit in mazercise i fucking guess or chica's bakery or trash heap#here's what we have: less than 1 minute screentime. the 2 vanessa ending comic. that's it#oh wait i forgot. 'vanny. sounds like vanessa & bunny. this cabnot be a coincidence ' & THEN IT NEVER COMES UP AGAIN#princess quest used to be about that bitch in golden freddy you retconned it to be about vanessa SO DO SOMETHING WITH THAT#her whole shit is apparently in service to william afton. why isn't she in the afton fight at all#does she not know he's down there? is he unrelated? does she know she's working for the mimic? is she not working for him?#is she at all related to the fucking bunny from ruin or like what#what about the rainbow hair. what about her tech prowess. what about the cut missing kids only referenced in duffle bag messages now.#fuck you & fuck me as well why can't i be passionate about hvac systems#why's it gotta be this shittass gsme.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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Update, probably won't be able to post much at all for this upcoming gp, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO THE GP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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#basically before i even went on this study abroad i rly wanted to go to the austrian gp#because when in austria amirite!#but honestly it was the reason i actually went through w the trip#but then i had to end up writing it off bcs the logisitics were too hard to figure out#BUT THEN#literally the first day of the trip i hear this other guy talking about f1#so im like oh you like f1????????#and hes like yeah and im gonna try and go to the austrian gp!#so now we are both going to the austrian gp 🥹🥹🥹#i think hes probably happy to have someone to go w as well#and its nice bcs hes much older than me and much more responsible so he figured out everything 🥺#this weekend is gonna be just pure f1 weekend for me#bcs im also going to salzburg and seeing hanger 7#but god im so fucking happy#i cant believe it actually worked out#the coincidence of someone else being this into f1 as well and wanting to go to the gp#and also being happy to take me along and figure out all the details#THANK YOU TO MY NEW FRIEND I CANT WAIT 🥹🥹🥹#catie is: not mentally prepared#catie is: going to an f1 gp!!!#catie: still wants to gif the podium so maybe will try and do so on the train#but wow god still i never thought id make it to a gp so soon!#my brother is soooooo jealous 🤭#im gonna wear my rbr jacket!!!!!!!! im gonna break my bank acct!!!!!!!!!#*wait also its funny bcs my friend has been into f1 a lot longer than me right#but hes like my god you are the most committed fan I've ever met#like abt how my excitement somehow blew his out of the water hahaha#catie.rambling.txt
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iksydk · 3 months ago
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i have the same fixation last year that someone is pretending to be me somewhere i can’t see and it’s trickling down to me and i have no evidence of this except that i think random posts are about me (bc i have ideas of reference anyways and i at least have enough self awareness to know that even when i feel like things are targeting me they probably aren’t) and they disappear as soon as i start putting two and two together and i think it’s to make me feel like im going crazy. which like i was already crazy before and that’s why it’s happening.
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navramanan · 1 year ago
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I was at my peak when i would go to the local book store, browse through the books, read their backs and buy the one that appealed the most to me only to years later discover what significance they have for literature
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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago
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Reading Tsutsumi's Wikipedia page... I See... [<- hasn't connected shit]
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and if we say yoko had tsutsumi in mind when findin someone to play jo !!!!!!!
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gejnialne-arty · 2 years ago
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idk how it didn’t occur to me earlier but these two are kind of similar?
Donnie and Rose both:
are purple-themed
(in my heart) are light players
are very sarcastic
emotionless (jk they have so many emotions and emotional issues)
frustrated by the unknown
would tear the world apart just to understand it
have “smarter than you” attitude
violent/murderous tendencies
could and would kill a god
conclusion: THEY ARE THE SAME CHARACTER, so obviously i had to draw them interacting
jk they are very different but i just couldn’t stop thinking about this surface level comparison... and i can imagine them getting along for the first 10-15 minutes of their interaction (”ah yes, finally, a fellow intellectual”), then they’d start trying to one up each other, especially who can use bigger words and who understands game’s alchemy better, which would lead to their sarcastic and competitive nature to come out, not to mention Rose’s passive-aggressiveness not mixing well with Donnie’s inability to catch more subtle social cues, aaaaand later Donnie discovers Rose’s fascination with magic and wizards and her general witch-y aesthetic which he very loudly would declare being idiotic and well- it’d be just hell from there :D
as a bonus, their twins (shhh i know in both cases they are not technically twins but let me have this “why is my twin such a nerd” solidarity between these two) observing purple duo interact for the first time:
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a-lonely-dunedain · 2 years ago
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feeling that terrible urge to make all my ace characters wear ace rings (so that's *checks notes* all of them) BUT those labels aren't defined yet in the setting they live in so ace rings aren't like. A Thing. tragic! might have them wear it anyway even if it makes no sense. like "hey does that black ring mean anything" "I just think it's neat!"
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fragmentedblade · 1 year ago
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I was reading yesterday about xiangqi and there was a mention about how the general is rather useless and even affects negatively your game at first, but ends up having a key role in setting up winning strategies towards the final stages, and it reminded me so much of Jing Yuan's role in the Xianzhou arc
#The more I read about xiangqi the more I see Jing Yuan in it#I thought the coincidences would be very superficial and sparse but I actually think these things were done on purpose#Really the attention to detail of this game baffles me. I wasn't expecting it at all#The more I see of Jingliu the more I recall the book on traditional chinese fencing I read too#It seemed they drew inspiration from those things for real as well#Unfortunately finding trustworthy information on traditional chinese fencing is being way harder than on chinese chess#I have to save those lines here still#I never do anything in the end#Nor the recopilation about scattered information on Yingxing‚ nor the lines on fencing‚#and I haven't made the gifs either of Jing Yuan stealing the xiangqi piece#nor of Blade and Jingliu's confrontation showcasing how Blade's expression contrasts Yingxing's#I hate that I am so lazy I keep postponing this. I really want to save those things. Otherwise eventually I'll forget them#*sighs*#Anyway... I ended up rambling again. I just wanted to save this thought here#I should have a tag for that maybe. In the meanwhile idk#I talk too much#Traces#I should probably delete this later#Oh! Reading the book on xiangqi strategy proved to be useful!#I'm only in the very beginning but I won my first game last night!#Having a deeper explanation on the functionality of the different pieces beyond how they move was very useful#I'm stuck now because the book suggested getting a physical board to move the pieces while reading and I don't have one#I was keeping a mental image of what was being described but I do get lost at times#when I have to trace back and forward what's being described‚ especially when the writer is comparing moves#But everything I find online is quite expensive and very bad quality. I don't know where to get a cheap yet decent (for the price) set
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labyrynth · 1 year ago
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i genuinely don’t understand people who obsess over novels and novel characters. but decry the author as evil incarnate. like if you hate the author so much why are you still here. nobody is forcing you to read them. why would you support the work of an author you despise and think is bigoted seven ways to sundown. why don’t you have some bread and maybe you’ll calm down.
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