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You are married to Sam Winchester. You donât have a name.
You met him in a bar. Or a park. Or a diner where you worked. Or a library you were studying in. Or on the bus route back to your apartment. Or in the frozen aisle of a grocery store. The location doesnât matter, but you know that you know him. Thatâs all you need to know. He smiles at you, and you smile back. Heâs nice to look at, in the way that shards of stained glass are nice to look at. In the way that car crashes are captivating, in the way that a tree can be both dead and alive at once, in the way that homes disappear one room at a time. It doesnât matter. You open your mouth to introduce yourself but the waitress-librarian-cop-bus driver-clerk talks over you. He never asks again. Iâm Sam, he says. Itâs a nice name. Heâs got a nice face.
Dating him is easy. He never asks any questions about you. You ask questions about him, but he doesnât like it, so you learn to stop. I had a brother, he offers once, in the way that someone says, I tried to kill myself. You nod. His name is Dean. Itâs odd, maybe, that he refers to Dean in both past and the present tense. He doesnât like it when you question things like that, though, so you keep quiet. Sam says strange things sometimes, when youâre sitting entwined on your couch watching reality TV. I killed monsters. They killed me, sometimes, too. He says. Your eyes go wide. He reassures you, It doesnât matter. You melt back against him.
Oh, okay. As long as it doesnât matter, thatâs alright with you.
You get married. You get married in a courthouse, because Sam doesnât like churches. Iâve made too many promises in churches, he said. I canât break any more.
Okay, you say. You never liked churches much anyway. Or maybe you do. Maybe you believe in God. Sam doesnât. He says he killed God. You believe him, because heâs got a knife carved from bone hidden under your boxspring. He keeps herbs and finger bones in jars and a golden bowl in your china cabinet, and wonât let you touch them. When the clerk hands you your wedding certificate, you smile as Sam kisses you. Youâre excited when you take the paper from him, hoping to see your name. But in the space where itâs supposed to be is blank. Sam rubs a finger over Marriage Certificate, then over his name scribbled in pen. Itâs perfect, he says, looking up at you with distant stars in his eyes. Oh. Okay, itâs perfect. Thatâs good.Â
He cries out for Dean in his sleep. Night terrors so severe that they upend you from his bed shake him awake once a week. He screams in a language youâve never heard before. After those nights, Sam doesnât look you in the eye. He doesnât talk after nightmares, and you donât know how to shake him back to consciousness.
You catch him in the reflex of doing things. Odd things set him off. A rerun of that medical drama you binged in undergrad shuts Sam down, and he doesnât come home until after dinner. An Asia song plays in a grocery store and Sam drops the milk in the middle of the aisle. You find him having a panic attack behind your car in the parking lot.Â
He has an old car in the apartmentâs parking garage that youâre not allowed to touch. Itâs vintageâa beautiful thing, because you know a lot about cars or maybe you donâtâand itâs got an arsenal in the trunk. He buries salt lines in your yard. If you sneak up behind him, heâs got a knife to your throat before you can explain yourself.
Sam laughs at something on his phone, and goes to show someone, but itâs always only you there. It seems to disappoint him. When heâs upset, he gets more upset when you say the wrong things. Itâs a dance that you donât know the steps to, and Samâs too tired to teach you.
Itâs okay, youâll learn yourself. You buy him almonds at the grocery store. You always keep the thermostat above seventy two degrees Fahrenheit. You always grab him a second of whatever you get: a beer, a sandwich, a blanket. You sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. Itâs not perfect. When you do the laundry, he gets frustrated with you because you fold things âtoo big.â He always orders two sides of fries. He buys ground beef that he doesnât eat.
He has a dog. The dog doesnât like you, but it doesnât not like you either. Sam hates you for it. Dean loves this dog. He loves Dean, too. Sam told you. You wilt. Another test failed. Deanâs really good at this game, but youâre not. Deanâs good at most games, at least the games that Sam likes to play. You try to love the dog more after that, giving him treats and actually cooking the ground beef Sam throws away every week to feed him. When Sam sprints into the kitchen as the smell wafts through the house, he collapses when he sees itâs just you. He doesnât talk the rest of the weekend.
Sam gets a job at the factory. Or the construction site. Or the law firm. Or the local community college. You work as a nurse. Or a doctor. Or a cop. Or a secretary. Or a chef. It doesnât matter. The details are blurry. Sam invites you to a Christmas party with his coworkers. This is my wife, Sam says, proud. His coworkers smile, but they never ask your name. You donât have one. Thatâs alright with you, as long as itâs alright with Sam. Youâd hate to embarrass him at a work party.
You have sex. You get pregnant. You have a kid. Those things happen in some kind of order, but it gets mixed up sometimes.Â
Youâve always wanted a girl probably, but when you look into the face of your son, you realize that youâve never wanted anything as much as you want this child. Or maybe you never wanted kids. But you have one now, and heâs your priority. Youâre a good mom.
Sam didnât have a good mom, didnât have a mom until he was in his thirties, but she didnât last long. So itâs important to him that youâre a good mom for his son. Youâre going to take the job seriously.
We should name him Dean, you suggest, and Sam sobs into your hair. Your chest warms pleasantly. You like it when Sam holds you like this. When Sam shows you the birth certificate, your eyes catch on the name. Dean Winchester Junior? You ask. Thatâs for naming a child after a parent. Sam looks at the baby in your armsâwait, now itâs in his armsâand says, Dean is as much of a part of this as either of us.
The space for Mother of Child is blank. Youâve never seen a picture of Dean Winchester. Or Dean Winchester, Sr. now.Â
You fall asleep in an apartment and wake up in a house with a porch and a white-picket fence. Thatâs nice. Itâll give the dog space to run around. In your childâs sixth month alive, Sam sleeps in the childâs crib with a knife. Just to make sure, he says. Nothingâs going to happen to Dean. It takes him a long time to say the name without flinching when heâs talking about his son. When your son turns a year old, you finally remember to ask what Samâs tattoo means. He looks surprised that youâve mentioned it. Itâs a tattoo that I got with Dean. He says. Of course it is. Youâre angry, but itâs gone again, because these are things youâre supposed to accept about Sam. It keeps demons from possessing me. Demons? You ask, startled. Samâs mouth thins into a line. Yes. You need to get one, he says. And the second that Dean turns sixteen, Iâm signing that form and weâre taking him in to get one, too. Youâre alarmed, until Sam tells you that itâs okay. Thatâs a relief. You get the tattoo, right over your left breast, and Sam fucks you so hard that you canât walk the next day. You introduce your family to your boss one day, This is Sam and Dean!, and Sam shoves the baby into your arms and has to leave the room. Weâre calling him Dean Junior from now on, Sam says later, after the hunted look in his eyes melts into exhaustion. Alright.Â
You clean the house. You wear sundresses. You like your job, but not enough to let it get in the way of being a mother. Sam teaches Dean Junior how to throw a ball. He helps him with math homework. You make meatloaf and take Dean Junior to soccer games.
You realize lateâtoo late, maybeâthat all the pictures of you on the mantle are a little blurry. You canât remember the last time you saw your own reflection. You pull out your driverâs license. Itâs blank, just your address. No picture of you. Your hair colour is just âdark.â No height. âThinâ is your weight. You speed on the way home from work so you can get pulled over. You hand over your empty license and your blank registration, and the cop barely gives either a glance. Youâre free to go. He says. Everythingâs in order.
You walk in the front door, and Sam kisses you on the cheek. Heâs had to get glasses recently, and they make his face look even more handsome. Welcome home, honey, he says, smiling. Do you remember when you told me you killed God? You ask, because that sounds vaguely familiar. Sam blinks at you in confusion for a couple of seconds. The house shudders around you for a second.
Yes, Sam says, voice distant. Yes, I think I did. Thereâs a new God now though. I helped raise him. Heâs a good kid. The house stills. There is no room for nasty things here. Only good. You nod, relieved. Iâm glad heâs a nice boy, you say, picking up your son. If anyone could raise God, you could.
Sam looks haunted by this. He retreats.
Sam doesnât tell you everything. Sam wonât ever tell you everything.Â
You look into the face of your son as he swings his legs lightly against your hip. Heâs got green eyes, and heâs sucking on his thumb, a nasty habit youâve tried to break. Sam shows Dean Junior pictures of his brother. He tells him stories, when Dean Juniorâs asleep, about the open road, about cicadas and fireworks and greasy diner food and sunscreen and used textbooks and ash.
You sit on the opposite side of the door and cry because this man is a catastrophe and he hunted monsters and he loves everything more than you thought anyone could love anything. Heâs half a soul, crammed into one body, edges ragged. Heâs over two hundred years old. And he likes cherry slushies and heâs killed angels and he dreams of his brothers hands and heâs seen the face of God.Â
I love your uncle, you had heard his voice, a low murmur in Juniorâs nursery one night. Sometimes I donât know how to exist and be so unknown. Even when we didnât speak, he knew me. No one has known me in years. I donât think anyone will ever know me again.
You kiss him and try to make it like his brother would do it. Heâs grateful. Samâs grateful for a lot of things. He calls your lives together an âapple pie life.â But you donât like apple pie. Or maybe you do. It doesnât matter.
Itâs okay. Youâre just Sam Winchesterâs wife. Youâve got a son named Dean.
Youâve spent your whole life sharing them both with a dead man.Â
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#supernatural#sam winchester#sam and dean#spn#ao3#sam winchester's blurry faceless nameless thin wife#an icon truly#she's for the people#gencest#weirdcest#implied sam/dean#samdean#wincest#charlotte will be drawing this!!!! because she's the best!!!! and talented!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!#and i'm not just saying that bc she's reading this over my shoulder#lizzy writes
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A sitting Congresswoman got a gay man arrested for shaking her hand. If youâre wondering what the state of the Republican Party is right now.
#Nancy Mace#sheâs pretending like the limp twisted homosexual sprained her wrist so bad she needs a sling#and all to inflame hatred to trans people
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It didnât hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.
Like I think maybe itâs important people should know she was a prosecutor. She was once a district attorney and later an attorney general for the state of California. And we can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. Like people should get that clear. Kamala Harris was never a police officer. She was a district attorney. She was never a police officer.
#Kamala Harris#us politics#like genuinely seeing people say she was an actual cop#that was never true#and itâs kind of embarrassing#like please her wiki page is right there
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#that shit broke me ok#i can't stop thinking about claudia and everything she means to the people around both from the books and in real life#this impossible afternoon sunlight#my art#fanart#iwtv#amc iwtv#claudia#iwtv claudia#claudia de lioncourt de pointe du lac#iwtv louis#louis de pointe du lac#iwtv lestat#lestat de lioncourt#interview with the vampire
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what people need to understand is that ariana grande is able to pull off every single one of galinda's physical gags because that woman was in the comedy trenches of nickelodeon's victorious and anyone who was forced to show feet in front of dan schneider is walking away with a level of commitment to the bit that human beings were not built to perceive
#flickerthoughts#wicked#once again i am reminding people that the moment the casting was dropped for wicked i was ariana grande's number 1 champion#quite simply she understands galinda in a way no one else can because she trained for that role her entire life#1k#5k#good god#10k
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License to Kitty.
#dungeon meshi#izutsumi#marcille donato#chilchuk tims#I still stand by my tags on the Izutsumi character study piece I did in January - but I will repeat myself on a few lines here:#I *really* love this character. I love that all of the dungeon meshi crew are complicated and have difficult to love components.#But Izutsumi is a particular kind of hard to love. I foresee a lot of people being turned off by her abrasiveness and lack of teamwork.#She is very self-centered and openly goes against what the party agrees on.#She's a picky eater in a story that is 50% about eating good and healthy food!#It is in part about her growth but admittedly even *then* she remains rather true to her self-centeredness.#Even though she isn't as nice or funny or compassionate as the others...Izutsumi is still someone worth loving.#Even the more difficult people are someone worth loving.#And those people in turn are people who have something and someone they love.#She may be a girlcat but she is the most human of them all.#I hope that if you are an anime only watcher and are feeling put off by her at the moment; you'll give her a chance.#By the way: *yes* I worked very hard to draw that skateboard pose. It was worth it.#EDIT: HAPPY 500th POST OF POORLY-DRAW-MDZS!!! What a comic to commemorate the milestone with!
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i'll let phie-san say it:
#the vids i've seen on tiktok picking at her immediately get a block...#bitter otaku sitting in their socks in their mom's basement feeling threatened/enraged by a hot successful black woman outnerding them-core#also this kind of criticism is so demoralising and damaging to people who are trying to learn another language#also. accents are NORMAL and not a bad thing#i don't think that the end goal of picking up a new language necessarily has to be sounding native#and i know sometimes the way japanese people react like SUGOIII? *W* when a foreigner says like one (1) word in japanese is joked about#but like... genuinely... i always love when someone clearly has made an effort and took the time to learn some of the language#anyway she can step on those haters <3#also like. itâs just some lines in a song people need to relaxâŚ#megan thee stallion#autoplay warning#japan#japanese#language#mamushi
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Yâall want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you wonât even write femslash about her
#I was curious so I looked it up 1038 fics on ao3 tagged Taylor Swift and f/f#like Iâm not necessarily encouraging people to go out and write rpf#but itâs wild that arguably the biggest musical artist right now who has a huge community speculating about her sexuality has so little fic#like this isnât a good or bad thing I just think itâs interesting#idk Iâm not actually a swiftie like that#like I listen to her music and keep up generally with what sheâs doing but Iâm not really in the fandom#so there might be something Iâm missing
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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.
#katniss everdeen#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#primrose everdeen#hunger games#batcavescolony reads the hunger games#suzanne collins#'now it seems i have become someone precious' NOW? GIRL BFFR you're their hunter girl#and this isn't negative just bffr girl#your WHOLE DISTRICT did the three finger salute that you yourself says means admiration thanks and goodbye to someone you love and on top is#old a rarely used. your WHOLE DISTRICT decided in that moment that they needed to bring back this sign of respect for YOU#...................................................................#idk why some people are thinking i mean this as negative i don't she is unreliable but its not intentional. like when Peeta heart stoped in#CF she doesn't know what Finnick is doing at first cus she doesn't know off the top of her head what cpr is. she also thinks Peeta after the#reaping is acting for the cameras. he isnt we dind out later his mom basically told him Katniss was gonna win and he would die. obviously#shes not doing it on purpose shes just for lack of better words uneducated? as in she doesn't know everything shes not omnipotent#so when Plutarch (? second games guy) shows her his mokingjay hiden watch shes like *wtf that's weird?* then the people traveling to#district 13 show her the mockingjay cookie and explains it and she then goes on the difference between his watch and their cookie#and why does eveyone act as if district 12 is as bad as the capital? they CANT help Katniss and Prim in the way you want. they cant give#them food. none of them have any! and im not putting iton Katniss but they hid they needed food so they could stay together. it sounds like#some of you are in this our world mentally of what people do after a loved one dies (brings food constantly checks on them etc) district 12#cant do that. they dont have food and they're all suffering. you cant give someone food when you have none to give. then theirs the fact#that peeta DID help. Peeta buring the bread and tossing some to her then taking a beating from his mom is a HUGE thing in the books.#he used his resources to help her like you all said someone should.#district 12 DID (rip) care about Katniss before the hunger games. why do you think she was allowed to hunt? or how her trades were good#these are the little ways 12 can shows Katniss they love her. but again Katniss doesn't see this and YES its because she had ptsd before the#hunger games as well. i swear some of you make it seem like d12 was all living a life of luxury and glaring down at Katniss.#other things that show Katniss is in hight standing with at least her people of d12 is her dad was known enough through d12 for peeta dad to#comment on his singing along with his commenting on her mom. also her mom is a healer in the community. yeah her parents arnt the top but#of d12 but they are/were definitely high staning in the Seam.
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#âlemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of themâ .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!
#laios touden#falin touden#marcille donato#farcille#arts#dungeon meshi#hello Im back again! to tumblr#also Im pretty shamlessly using beebfreeb 's falin outfit. I like it a lot I think thats how she is#delicious in dungeon#obviously influenced by some other peoples designs of modern designs figured Id put that disclaimer i do love those#i have no idea what the canonicity of laios going to the library is. like. he knows a lot#but i dont know if thats from books necessarily? jsut thought it was funny just pretend its this particualr libraary if that bothers u I gu
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
#i think about this story sometimes like yeah I'm proud of them for that too actually. good job baby brothers#they're not babies anymore of course they're turning 20 next year which is crazy#but they're still the type of people who'd do something if they saw something of this sort happen for sure#respectful of women and everyone else too. they're good guys#I'm glad I ended up with them living in my house against my will for like 14 years#anyway i have no idea where i was for all this but my best guess is probably a friends house given the time period#i was always at my besties house lol#i hope she's doing well too actually. haven't spoken in forever...#bestie from greek elementary school... if you're out there... let's get muffins and fanta at the bakery across the street again someday đâŽď¸
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Do you know this queer character?
Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!
#opening pandora's box with this one i've been blissfully unaware of supernatural my entire life and I don't really want to start but#the history of supernatural on this blog already is rough please have mercy#this is the most specific i'm willing to get with labels on this one#8 people submitted him dear lord#castiel#cas spn#castiel spn#spn#supernatural#tumblr polls#fandom polls#poll#queer#agender#genderfluid#varying pronouns#he/him#she/her#they/them#live action#lgbtqia#do you know this queer character
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chappell roan doesn't need to "get a pr manager" you bitches need to grow a spine and gain some critical thinking skills
#people have made kamala into this pop culture figure and now they're mad when she gets called out for being horrible#and also i think people are just looking for ways to hate on chappell so.#lisa.txt#chappell roan
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beanbag chair psychology
#dtawing#homestuck#karkat vantas#rose lalonde#she's asking because she also has autism#WISH we'd seen more of these two interacting on the meteor they both love pretending to know about other people's brains#this took me like two days to make for no reason#i don't draw comics often#because usually by the time ive finished them ive rolled the punchline around in my brain so many times im worried its not funny anymore#but regardless#the Funny
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