#m3t

[beforus-for-real-justice]

Only real bitches remember the first round

Oh y3ah I r3m3mb3r th3 first ro>nd! And how it all kinda f3ll apart aft3r on3 night, it was c3rtainly a sp3ctacl3. Karkat 1 if yo>r3 r3ading this f>ck yo>, I n3<3r lik3d yo>.

[caloriecounter-ibarelyknowher]

if I'm craving Ben and Jerry's will halo top satisfy it or should I just eat the Ben and Jerry's so I don't crave it again

[viksalos]

haven’t really seen much of the met gala stuff this year bc i was away at a festival all weekend, but i saw a take that was like “fashion as an art form is bourgeois” or smth like that, and while i’m not sure i disagree that high fashion/haute couture/whatever whatever is basically only accessible to the bourgeoisie currently, it had me thinking about my current relationship to fashion

like i’m not an expert or anything, just a hobbyist that dresses to make myself happy (and entertaining the people around me sometimes is a bonus), but after thinking about it i don’t think i own one single big name designer item. all my shit is from like, independent designers, generic brands, diy, secondhand, SOME fast fashion (altho i’m trying to minimize that bc some of my older fast fashion items are starting to fall apart already like everyone said they would, lol). i have never been able to afford big name designer stuff but obviously i still consider fashion to be a hobby of mine

& so i think what has helped me from paying attention to high fashion specifically though is, rather than paying attention to specific designers, just developing preferences and a vocabulary of qualities i like--silhouettes, materials, construction, things like that. this allows me to take these qualities and look for them elsewhere where they’re more accessible to me--e.g. especially since vivienne westwood’s passing it seems like i’m seeing half-corsets and multi-strand pearl chokers everywhere again, but it’s not difficult to take those terms and look for independent designers making similar things. basically doing the work of the “devil wears prada” monologue about the progress of fashion trends by yourself. whereas before like my mid-20s i basically wore a tshirt and jeans all day every day, which i don’t think was what i really wanted to be doing so much as it was due to a lack of knowledge and self-confidence

sooooo i guess what i’m saying is that while i’m not sure i disagree with the take that “fashion is bourgeois,” especially high fashion, i do still think it deserves to exist as an artform bc it’s a valuable form of self-expression. it just needs to be more accessible

[common-world-domination]

you know what. i just realized i can do whatever the hell i want and canon isn't real. gonna make a fucked up mishmash in my brain of stuff from other popular aus + my own hcs or whatev. hitting people with my gender beam and disabled blast

[quadrant-horror-stories]

Uh 1 time i went on a date with some1 i met on grumblr and they cut 1 of my fingers off. It was a pale date. Moral of the story, online dating is scary.

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[brainjuicezz]

Wouldn't it be funny if I made a M3tal S0nic "redesign" based off of V-1? Wouldn't it be funny wouldn't it be silly

[onestrangenovelist]

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[m3talbunn3]

Going live on tonight for gartic phone

[thatoneguywhowho]

Y0U W0ULD TH1NK @ FR3@K L1K3 M3 W0ULD G3T U$3D T0 TH3 M3M0R13$. BUT W3 D0NT.

[sw33t-without-sugar]

So I have a friend who keeps on poking fun at me because he has a fast m3t@bol1sm. Like here are some quotes from him. "Hope struggles with fo0d but I can e@t anything I want!" "I am like a black hole, haha, I always eat everything but I never get f4t" "I think I am the most likely to be th1nnest in the friend group when we grow up" "I'm 35 kgs, what about you, Hope? Still 56 kgs like last month? SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU KNOW I HAVE AN 3D YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT YOU KNOW IT I TOLD YOU

[lapidomucho]

A mí me gusta que me m3t@n los dedos donde sea y cuando sea

En el carro, en publico, en una cena, en serio donde sea

Me hace sentir adrenalina, obvio discretos para sentir suspenso

[porkchopshuey]

(i'm too lazy to do lineart and all that, just a quick little story i've been thinking of.)

(skaterlight angst 😂 Kasper loses his memory because of the virus, and used to be friends with Lampert. also i'm half asleep sorry lols) Kasper stepped into the elevator, the hum of machinery filling the air. They adjusted their jacket, only to notice someone in the corner—Lampert, his lampshade head glowing faintly.

Kasper felt a strange sense of familiarity but couldn’t quite place it.

"H3y," Kasper began, offering a tentative smile. "1 rly d1gg y0ur sh1n3y h34d. It's… k1nda ch1ll."

Lampert’s lampshade tilted slightly, his light dimming as he took a small step back, his discomfort palpable. "Thank you," Lampert replied curtly, focusing on the elevator buttons and avoiding Kasper’s gaze

Kasper frowned, something about Lampert’s voice tugging at their foggy memory. They wanted to remember, but as soon as they tried, their vision blurred, turning pink. They blinked rapidly, trying to clear it.

"You okay?" Lampert asked, his voice cold but edged with concern as he eyed Kasper warily.

"Y34h, just a th1ng w1th my 3y3s," Kasper chuckled awkwardly, stifling a sneeze that threatened to escape—a sudden, sharp sneeze burst from them, sending a cloud of black and pink checkerboard viruses onto a wall.

Lampert flinched, his light flickering wildly as he recoiled. "Could you… not do that?" he said, his voice tight with barely-contained panic. He pressed himself against the clear far wall of the elevator, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "Please."

Kasper noticed the way Lampert cringed but didn’t fully understand why. They wanted to connect, but every time they tried, the pink haze grew stronger. "S0, d0 y0u w0rk h3r3? 0r just v1s1t1ng?" Kasper asked, trying to make small talk, hoping to bridge whatever gap seemed to be between them.

Lampert hesitated, his light flickering. "I used to come here often," he said slowly, his voice wavering as he cautiously watched the viruses drift closer. "But not anymore. Not since things… changed."

"Ch4ng3d?" Kasper echoed, leaning forward, curious, though their vision was turning into a checkerboard of pink and black. "F33l l1k3 1 sh0uld r3m3mb3r s0m3th1ng, but 1t's just 0ut 0f r34ch."

"Maybe it’s better that way," Lampert muttered, loud enough for Kasper to hear. His light dimmed further as he repeatedly clicked the elevator button, wanting out.

Kasper’s heart sank as they noticed Lampert’s distress. "L00k, 1 kn0w w3 just m3t, but 1’d l1k3 t0 b3 fr13nds. Y0ur l1ght 1s c0mf0rt1ng."

Lampert’s light dimmed almost to nothing, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were friends once," he admitted, his tone filled with sadness. "But things are different now. They have to be."

Kasper reached for the memory, but they sneezed again, this time sending more checkerboard viruses spiraling into the confined space. "Wh4t h4pp3n3d?" they asked, their voice cracking. "Why d1d w3 st0p b3ing fr13nds?"

"You got sick. And everything… changed. You changed," Lampert replied, his voice trembling as he edged toward the elevator doors, his desperation to get out evident.

"1 d0n't r3m3mb3r," Kasper whispered, their words laced with confusion and sadness.

"Maybe it’s better that way," Lampert repeated, though this time, his tone was softer, almost mournful.

The elevator doors slid open, and Lampert stepped out quickly, pausing just before the threshold. "Take care of yourself kasper," he said, his light pulsing weakly. "Maybe I'll see you again."

Kasper nodded numbly, watching Lampert walk away, his figure growing smaller as the pink haze began to fade from Kasper’s vision. They were left alone, their heart heavy with a loss they couldn’t quite remember but felt all too deeply.

[deepunderground23]

(Ask for Buff Spamton)

Why are you like this???

-Definitely NOT Kris

. . . because of my greediness back when I was a [[BIG SHOT!!!]] and meeting [[m i k e...]]...BUT H3Y!! 4T L34$T 1 M3T ¥0U K®1$!!!

[bitsbonesburning]

tw for ana, mia, b0dy ch3cking, ed, sh, etc etc

not pro for anyone, just need an outlet

i’m using this as a personal diary!!!

i’m 18

dni if you’re gonna try convince me against this

sw: 63

lw: 54

gw1: 60 ❌

gw2: 56 ❌

gw3: 52

ugw: 47

cw: 55

i will post weekly food updates, b0dy ch3cks, and m3t@bolism days, including liquid fasts

genderqueer (do i want no hips bcuz sk1nn1 or because no girl)

[numbuh-72]

[WAZZUP MOTHERTRUCKER!! Uhhh, hope you don't mind me playing as these two lol] [INCOMING TRANSMISSION] [IRK] "H3Y4, W4NN4 G0 0UT HUNT1NG N3XT T1M3? Y0U S33M PR3TTY 0K S1NC3 TH3 L4ST T1M3 W3 M3T" [PLANTAZIA] "Heck no! You two aren't gonna do anymore shenanigans since I've already gotten enough to deal with last month-"

[PLANTAZIA] "HEY GET BACK HERE!!!"

sorry for the shitty doodle, wishing the best for you!

"Oho?~ You wish to hang out with me?~ Hehehehe! Well then~ I shall join you on this hunt! So long as we get to reap victims souls~"

(So sorry this was late! Life has been really been a lot lately-)

Guys btw! Last day to send questions about Alice before she disappears into the shadows to go after Gianna once more!

[h0rr0r5h0w-c1ty]

17. J34l0u5y.

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