#she really did that.
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arienai · 2 years ago
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Itsuki Heartcatch Cure Sunshine really is like. "oh I have to wear the boys' uniform and do boy stuff and call myself boku. but REALLY I'm a girl. I'm a girl for real but I can only secretly like girl stuff because I'm supposed to be a boy. I'm going through a huge arc about telling my family who I really am and once I become a magical girl I'm switching from calling myself boku to watashi"
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months ago
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License to Kitty.
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eydilily · 5 days ago
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i'll tell you what, its really cute
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hinamie · 2 months ago
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10 years later
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lgbtlunaverse · 1 year ago
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Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intent to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.
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xshinina · 2 years ago
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*Married life playing in the background
This idea was probably funnier in my head
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chloesimaginationthings · 1 month ago
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The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..
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bacchuschucklefuck · 3 months ago
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typical tavern scene
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anbaisai · 5 months ago
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Boop!
(Part 2)
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sunsestart · 11 months ago
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It's one of my favorite headcanons that he doesn't have the greatest eyesight akshskdj he's just like me fr
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hhhhunty · 8 months ago
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How funny that she never considered that.
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clownowo · 4 months ago
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its ok he didn't really mean it please get off the floor
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spicyraeman · 1 year ago
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Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir my beloved
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ruporas · 7 months ago
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your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)
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inkskinned · 2 months ago
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we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.
"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."
i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.
you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"
i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.
what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.
i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.
"don't make a big deal about this," you said.
this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.
"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.
you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."
the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.
afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."
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