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Happy Pride Month Blerdy Tribe! Representation has come a long way over the years and now more than ever, there are so many great games featuring stories and identities from within the LGBTQ+ community. So, to celebrate Pride, I’ve compiled a list of amazing LGBTQ+ visual novels that you should definitely add to your play lists, backlogs, and wishlists. While Pride Month is celebrated in the…
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)🤣
As requested @mysterylilycheeta I NEED TO SQUEAL IN WYVERN FANGIRL WITH YOU NOW CAUSE OH M GOODNESS THIS CHAPTER ON SO MANY LEVELS I JUST AHAKWIHUHFEJLZXBKEKA
Agony was a song in Lorcan's blood, his bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he'd felled, I, and waited for his last breaths.
And now, charging toward that too-distant keep, so far behind the droves of soldiers and riders racing for the gates, he wondered if these minutes would be his last. Her last.
She had come for him.
Lorcan managed to glance toward the dam on their right. Toward the ruk rider signaling that it was only a matter of minutes until it unleashed hell over the plain.
He didn't know how it had become weakened. Didn't care.
Still Elide kept urging the horse onward, kept them on as straight a path toward the distant keep as possible.
No ruk would come to sweep them up. No, his luck had been spent in surviving this long, in her finding him. His power would do nothing against that water.
The farthest lines of panicked soldiers appeared, and Farasha charged past them.
Elide let out a sob, and he followed the line of her sight.
To the keep gate, still open.
"Faster, Farasha!" She didn't hide the raw terror in her voice, the desperation.
Once the dam broke, it would take less than a minute for the tidal wave to reach them.
She had come for him. She had found him.
The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.
Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."
Each word was gravelly, his voice strained nearly to the point of uselessness.
Elide didn't shift her focus from the keep ahead. "No."
That gentle quiet flowed around him, clearing the fog of pain and battle. "You have to. You have to, Elide. I'm too heavy-and without my weight, you might make it to the keep in time."
"No." The salt of her tears filled his nose.
Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."
He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep.
So Lorcan kissed Elide's cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. "I love you," he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.
Elide slapped a hand onto his forearm. Dug in her nails, right into his skin, fierce as any ruk.
"No."
There were no tears in her voice. Nothing but solid, unwavering steel.
"No," she said again. The voice of the Lady of Perranth.
Lorcan tried to move his arm, but her grip would not be dislodged.
If he tumbled off the horse, she would go with him.
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
"Elide-"
But Elide slammed her heels into the horse's sides.
Slammed her heels into the dark flank and screamed, "FLY, FARASHA." She cracked the reins. "FLY, FLY, FLY!"
And gods help her, that horse did.
As if the god that had crafted her filled the mare's lungs with his own breath, Farasha gave a surge of speed.
Faster than the wind. Faster than death.
Farasha cleared the first of the fleeing Darghan cavalry. Passed desperate horses and riders at an all-out gallop for the gates.
Her mighty heart did not falter, even when Lorcan knew it was raging to the point of bursting.
Less than a mile stood between them and the keep.
But a thunderous, groaning crack cleaved the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the dam ruptured.
Rowan made himself stand there, to watch the last moments of the Lady of Perranth and his former commander. It was all he could offer: witnessing their deaths, so he might tell the story to those he encountered. So they would not be forgotten.
The roaring of the oncoming wave became deafening, even from miles away.
Still Elide and Lorcan raced, Farasha passing horse after horse after horse.
Even up here, would they escape the wave's reach? Rowan dared to survey the battlements, to assess if he needed to get the others, needed to get Aelin, to higher ground.
But Aelin was not at his side.
She was not on the battlement at all.
Rowan's heart halted. Simply stopped beating as a ruddy-brown ruk dropped from the skies, spearing for the center of the plain.
Arcas, Borte's ruk. A golden-haired woman dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
"Oh gods," Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
"The hot springs," Chaol breathed. "The valley floor is full of veins into the earth itself."
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew.
"Three months," Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
"Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months."
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound in iron, she had gone deeper. And she had not tapped too far into that power since they'd freed her because she had kept making the plunge.
To gather up the full might of her magic.
Not for the Lock, not for Erawan.
But for Maeve's death blow.
A few weeks of descent had taken her powers to devastating levels. Three months of it
…
Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided —
"GET DOWN!" Rowan bellowed, over the screaming waters. "GET DOWN NOW!"
His companions dropped to the stones, any within earshot doing the same.
Rowan plummeted into his power. Plummeted into it fast and hard, ripping out any remaining shred of magic.
Elide and Lorcan were still too far from the gates. Thousands of soldiers were still too far from the gates as the wave crested above them.
As Aelin opened her hand toward it.
Fire erupted.
Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame.
A tidal wave of it.
Taller than the raging waters, it blasted from her, flaring wide.
The wave slammed into it. And where water met a wall of fire, where a thousand years of confinement met three months of it, the world exploded.
Blistering steam, capable of melting flesh from bone, shot across the plain.
With a roar, Rowan threw all that remained of his magic toward the onslaught of steam, a wall of wind that shoved it toward the lake, the mountains.
Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch.
Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain.
Rowan gritted his teeth, panting against his fraying power. A burnout lurked, deadly close.
The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame.
Rowan didn't see if Elide and Lorcan made it into the keep. If the other soldiers and riders on the plain stopped to gape.
Princess Hasar said, rising beside him, "That power is no blessing."
"Tell that to your soldiers," Fenrys snarled, standing, too.
"I did not mean it that way," Hasar snipped, and awe was indeed stark on her face.
Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army. As he cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire burned.
Rowan's head pounded, his mouth going dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters quieting. Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too. Tracking the waters down and down and down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the earth.
Rowan's knees buckled, but he held on to his magic long enough for the steam to lessen.
For it, too, to be calmed.
It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center.
Then silence. Utter silence.
Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow.
Rowan spat blood onto the battlement stones, his breath like shards of glass in his throat.
The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain.
Not a pillar of fire.
But Aelin.
Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind.
"Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.
For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back.
For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day.
A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever.
She'd kept that power coiled in herself even after she'd been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it.
Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she'd known. She'd felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason.
She had come here for this reason.
A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake.
Nothing more.
Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last.
Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded.
As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body.
Back into Aelin.
Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again.
Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more.
Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward.
But as the last of the glow faded, disappearing out through her toes, Aelin fell to her knees.
Fell to her knees in the utter silence of the world, and curled onto her side.
She had the vague sense of strong, familiar arms scooping her up. Of being carried onto a broad feathery back, still in those arms.
Of soaring through the skies, the last of the mist rippling away into the afternoon sun.
And then sweet darkness.
#Chapter 61#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Lorcan Salvaterre#Elide Lochan#Elorcan#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#Rowan Whitethorn#Fenrys Moonbeam#Gavriel#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 61 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Agony was in his very blood-Summons-She had come for him-Let go.No.Always?-She came this far-THANK YOU ELIDE-The voice of Perranth#My lady-Together till the end-if only the horse could Fly-A prayer-Made himself watch-But Aelin-hell yes-So he might tell the story#Not forgotten-For her friends-To get Aelin-Where was she?MY HEART-The shaking was her-The springs-He knew-Three months#Every single day-But for Maeve’s meant for Maeve-she knew he’d know-his power the counteracting-GET FUCKING DOWN-She had not given up#A thousand years for here months endured & one moment-Spent here-To save them-Burnout or Blessing-UTTER Awe-A miracle#A curse to enemies-All of them really-she drained the bank & there he was-THE FIRE BRINGER-glowing blinding white out for the world#she became the flame-Master of death-heir of Fire-Nothing remained-That’s what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was still—#capturing flame-She didnt want2lose it either-It was all of it-But also Aelin had a plan-be glad4it-They would save them she didnt need it#Back to Aelin-She began fighting-Quiet-Fell to what he knows-Sweet darkness-the power dive#No.#You know it’s bad when Rowan’s prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelin’s off to save the day#Not for the Lock not for Erawan. But for Maeve's death blow. & now to save Elide; Marion would be proud#the way he’s thinking about I’ve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. — the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathynius-The raging soul of a flame-thats her-shed made the final descent right then for Elide-Rowan plummeted for her#Spent here to save the army that might mean Terrasens salvation-not2kill2spareNoblessinNocurseMiracleWomanA war won-friends held him up#One hell of a rumor-Gentle from the north-Malas Heir-she had sung to the darkness&flame&they had sung backthe same story#GETDOWN.Back into Aelin he was there there how did he get there so fast?sweet darkness 1 last time
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Happy first day of Spring! You go to the tv and turn on your favorite media program. You hear a familiar voice that says "The spirits are very happy today! They will do their best to shower everyone with good fortune." You turn off your tv.
#enjoy your lucky spring tidings#congrats! amazing things can come your way#stardew#stardew valley#wizard things#s#t
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season 4 episode 1
#HERE SHE COMES#IT'S SPRING S I R !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mash#m*a*s*h#maxwell q. klinger#klingerfashionarchive#mashblr#welcome to korea
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mochizuki akarin!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#she’s adorbs s o b s she has come so far from ‘making you lunch every day sounds like a pain so i don’t wanna’#mochita’s ily-isms are really contagious huh~~~~~~#from ‘idk what love is but i may have learned what it is on that day with you’ to ‘lOVE ME FOREVER DARLINGGGGGGGGG’#good for her tbh. i need to reread the mochiaka part of the spring session manga later mannnn#clingy gf/wife akarin is so cute love her as much as you possibly can mochita~~~~~~~
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selene what's got you smiling so sweetly? (is it the hunter, covered in blood?) ๏˽๏
#ouroboros-if#interactive fiction#sene/selene#posting on tumblr nowadays like im golfing off a highrise roof#punting a post into the fray hand on my eyebrows to shield from the sun watching if it lands well#obligatory napoleon dynamite style fistpump if it does#anyway hi 🫣 im still scuttling around like crecher but im making so much progress on ouro stuff#been really enjoying S' character portraits and incorporating more hints of Oakwerths architecture into their design#thinking of adding some porcelain caps to their horns#happy to share some sneak peeks if you forgive me for not being very social :]#i have 722 asks right now! seven hundred and twenty two. that is a dizzying nr and i honestly don't even know where to start#hopefully it gets neater once the ouro blog is up. pffft a girl can hope#i cannot thank you enough for your kind words and evocative q's#(everytime something new comes in it feels like seeing the first spring flowers) it really fuels me#i am working on the not so secret secret project for a while longer#who would've thunk i'd be more productive when not spending so much time on social media. honestly its a mystery#i hope you are doing well ✨#*skedaddles back offline*
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i adoreee poppet! they’re so silly! so i gently place this down at your doorstep @cupophrogs ! I feel as if Rainy is a sort of ragdoll, they just do whatever other’s wish, so they tend to get roped into many things, i can only imagine what that means when Poppet and Colt (as well as barnaby) come into the picture!
maybe i just take a liking to clowns...
(which wouldn’t be surprising...)
additionally! the mob au makes me think way too much, i cant help but wonder what it would be like if Rainy had met them beforehand... and how Rainy remembers...
hahaha! of course i’m just drawing out my thoughts though, i hope it’s not too nonsensical!
#welcome home#welcome home oc#or oc(s)#rainy dewdrop#poppet spring#welcome home mob au#Rainy doesnt talk much ive come to realize... or maybe i just forget to draw him talking?#in any case internal monologue is fine. i think...#myart#ohhh i really need to stop getting inspiration at night...
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look, if a gal ain't excited upon learning that I'm a banjo player, then she ain't for me
my dream is for some beautiful woman to be like "I want you to play for me," and then absolutely losing her mind upon hearing/seeing how quick I can pick and imagining what else that wild manual dexterity can do for her
(so I gotta keep practicing for this dream to ever come true)
#been doing some practicing rn and pleased with how things're coming#and remembering how that abusive chick I tried dating in the spring made it abundantly clear that she did not want to hear me play#forever remembering her look of scorn when I suggested I'd sit on her porch swing and pick for her#and reminding myself to never date somebody like her again#('s like how I'm also eternally wishing like Gideon Nav for some cute gal to ask me to flex my biceps and let her see/feel them)#(and similarly remembering that abusive chick's disgust when I flexed and offered to let her touch)#sigh
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I didn't really have a song in mind for Link to be playing in my ghiralink Orpheus and Eurydice fic—mostly just unnamed song in an unfamiliar language because that was easy lol—but I'm listening to Zelda music and I think it would be fun if it was Laruto's Lament :) it's a simple harp melody, and the lyrics are in Latin, which would call back to the Greco-Roman origin of the myth:
Ad idem, Ad infinitum
In memoriam, cor unum
vi et armis, vale
As is the same eternally
in memory, one heart
with strength and arms (weapons), farewell
The Latin isn't... great. Also I did the translation while listening to the song so I may be
If you look it up online the most popular translation is
Ad Idem (Of the same mind) *idk where they got mind from, and ad mean to/towards not of
Ad Infinitum (Without Limit)
In Memoriam (In memory)
Cor Unum (One heart)
Vi et Armis (By force and arms) *vi et armis is ablative, so it could be with or by, usually determined by context that doesn't exist here. This translation went for a darker interpretation
Vale (Farewell)
We share one mind
Time cannot bind us
Remember
The heart we share
Now the enemy arms destroy me
Farewell
Which isn't exactly what it's saying but works well enough!
#it fits the sequel I haven't written where Link and Ghirahim become permanent inhabitants of the temple#the sequel if from botw Zelda's pov visiting the spring of power and sws Link shows up as a spirit to guide her#because he was also 'late' in becoming the hero and seen as weaker than his previous counterpart(s)#but he succeeded#and he's kind of like. do you really want hylia to answer you? this action will have consequences#Ghirahim's there but sulking in his sword form for some reason. Link mentions him and warns Zelda that botw Link should avoid him#and it would get into what I set up from the previous fic about how Ghirahim can only be drawn by someone who is worthy and would except#the dark power without changing it#mostly it would be a link&zelda thing#I'm just thinking about sws Link who in an Orpheus/Eurydice situation took Ghirahim's curse on himself as well#and is now stuck with him forever but in like an underworld spirit-y kind of way#the spring of power being revered by Hylians as the place where Hylia trapped Demise's sword#because power is usually associated with ganondorf and therefore the hylians see it as bad#and sws Link there to tell all who come after him asking the gods for help to hurry up fate or change it or something#that it doesn't work#also I like the song#ghiralink
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starting to feel really complicated about the upcoming Finnish production of Moulin Rouge!
#like. on the one hand I'm of course looking forward to it#but on the other hand. well. it's just that this is hardly my first rodeo.#I've seen some of my all-time favourite productions being redone by other theatres before and they're never as good#(with the possible exception of the Karlstad/Jönköping Les Mis I guess)#(but that was all about Alex being my fav + Philip Jalmelid delivering the most out of this world rendition of Stars I'll ever hear)#and then I'm just very prejudiced against the theatre that's staging the Finnish MR!#with one notable exception every musical I've seen on their big stage has felt... just a little bit soulless to me I guess#maybe it's just because that stage is so big and it always feels like theatre set up in an airplane hangar#or maybe it's because the type of audience they attract almost always gives off a certain slightly detached vibe#or maybe it's something about the way they work itself#or maybe it's all three!#but I'm a little worried that though it's by the same director the Finnish MR! experience simply won't compare favorably to the Swedish one#and then there's the weird feeling you get when it comes to these things... or at least *I* get when it comes to these things#if I'm right in my premonitions and I'll walk out thinking it doesn't hold a candle to the Swedish production that is#inevitably Finnish people are going to love the Finnish MR! and praise it because it's a good production no matter what#so then I'll be stuck in that weird mood#where I'll feel like everyone around me is watching the shadow and I'm the only person who's been outside the cave to see the Real Musical#and I know it's stuck up and silly to feel that way! and yet#oh man. just please let me see the u/s Zidler and I'll be too happy to even compare the rest of it to Stockholm#anyway!! I guess this is something I'll need to work through myself as a musical fan before I go see it#also maybe some fanart of the Swedish production? I've honestly been too exhausted the entire spring and summer to even think about that#but I'd like to draw something#maybe one day?#Moulin Rouge! posting
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julian's got to go through a whole song and dance to get garak to get his annual flu shot. blowdarts don't work his scales are too thick they just bounce off
#he gets him a few years by introducing needles as a facet of painplay#garak knows what he's doing but he'll indulge it#but he's got to get creative. only so many ways to spring a flu hypo on an OO operative#dee s 9#god could you imagine playing paintball with garak. he would gut you like a hannibal hbo murderer of the week#anyways bashir just wants him to be fucking HEALTHY bc whenever hes SICK hes such a fucking DRAMATIST#oh my dear doctor. you have to come take my shri-tal. i am passing through the veil of life#julian like You've got a stuffy nose. do you want me to yankauer you. is that what you want elim. the suck tube in your nose.
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finally got over myself and got my free little merge with the forma soul… first time ever used one. launch player btw. why yes, i do avoid using legendary weapons in the main line games out of fear of breaking them because “what if i need it later” how could you tell
#hes come a long way since the ol raven tome triangle adept bow/blue tome breaker days… im so proud of him#like he still kinda sucks just cuz his bst is so low but. i love him :3#i was also kinda of scared i wouldnt like the blue border/stars but actually#its very cute :) chrom blue too like his dad :3#plus my laslow already has a pink background cuz i have him s supported so whats another unique border for my girlfriend#need like a purple one for spring inigo…#ann cries about feh#also adding i pulled on the banner this time too cuz rare pa!inigo without colorsharing and he#he came home three extra times AND brought a brave soren with him#which i already had one. so the spare gets to be foddered to nyx :) inigo always got his wife in mind ong
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#[ happy first of may guys!! ]#[ spring suddenly said I'M HERE and it's sooo nice ]#[ spent the morning doing some volleyball practice outdoors with my s/o ]#[ my serves are coming along so nicely i'm excited !!! ]#[ and now i'm just chilling outside with some writing and FARMING for bbs......... i have yet to get the new nnoitra and I'M ON A MISSION ]#[ i will get my spoon no matter the cost fjjfjf ]#[ i'm - as always - hyped for a new month ]#[ got sO much stuff i wanna do like hhhhhhh ]#[ i gotta remember to take time to relax as well so that my health doesn't go downhill ahaha ]#[ anyways! hope you're doing good guys! hope may will be a lovely month for you all! :D ]#toby post. ╱ out of character.
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Ignoring that it's almost 4 AM for me, it's so funny thinking about how me from a year ago, two years ago, and definitely three years ago would've felt about the latter sentence here.
Me from a year ago and two years ago would've been shocked that I'm just casually mentioning my lesbianism in an assignment while me from three years ago would be more shocked by the fact that I'm a lesbian LMAO.
#ah. coming up on the great blossy sexuality crisis of spring 2021's third anniversary soon (late april to may 3rd)#lesbian#i mean i guess y'all can reblog if you want
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when the ships get couple merch
#been waiting to see nagisa in moge’s art ngl and auauaaaaaa he’s so cuteeeee#nghy and aiyuu canon pairs so true let them kiss kiss fall in love p l s#(esp since this is after moge’s spring session chibi standees yk~~~ coincidence? prolly yes bu t s t i l l —)#i hope nagisa randomly appears in moge’s upcoming lxl mv though it’d be funny#i m i s s nagisa smmmmmm pls come back in an mv soon king#ok that’s enough of being a pest for one day see y’all whenever~~~~~~#anyways stan nghy and aiyuu o k ~ ?#the dude from gamushara
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