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gayassbugart · 2 years ago
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Shin Kamen Rider was so good right? (no actual spoilers but nudity past the cut)
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stargazer-15 · 1 year ago
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Yo guys sorry it’ll been almost 3 weeks sense I last posted school works leaves me with no freetime and when I do get freetime I have to work on an ad i’m making for a server. I’m hoping page 4 will be made this weekend.
Although I like to announce that page 5 will be a QNA!! So ask frisk any questions you have!! PLEASE i’m begging you.
Also without spoiling anything for the future of the comic I would like to reach out to creators with AU’s who would like to be in the comic!! If you have one please dm me i don’t bite!
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arabriddler · 8 months ago
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life started to settle a little so I think I’ll be able to reply to comments now !
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dozyrogue · 9 months ago
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Tubbo is so good at like being what the fuck is this called?? I'm calling it radio host, guys it's too early I'm sorry
A host
Im enthralled, its so good. Look at the sillies go
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multifanritz · 2 years ago
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eyooo its been a hot minute hasnt it? when was the last hc post i made?
.....october 24, 2022
ah. welp. i guess thats when i got into lego monkie kid lmaooo
lets go!
i might repeat a few since its been months so bare with me
his username online is batmanhater98
hes a mod on a r/BatmanSucks
but hes also a mod on r/BruceWayne
hes writing the meanest shit about batman on his computer
while also defending his father on his phone
his other user is no1wayneprotector
barbara knows, obviously, so he does her bidding a lot
damian knows too, but is also a mod on r/BruceWayne
so they both agreed to stay hush hush
what else... hm...
he hates lemon lime soda
i have no idea why, i just think he does
he LOVES strawberry fanta tho
(might be projecting a bit there but who cares sue me)
he honestly loves all the fanta flavors
he rlly likes the grape one. he drank it just to piss dick off cuz he hates it
but ended up actually enjoying it
and now he has a fanta collection
k thats all i got for now byeeee
*jumps back into the monkie kid rabbit hole*
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bugtransport · 1 year ago
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sitting on your bike polishing your gun all by yourself, handsome? want some help with that?
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moldhoney · 2 years ago
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trying so hard not to be crazy insane lately and I’m not doing a great job
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sh3-emp · 5 days ago
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(I wanna ask if you're alive, but that sounds kinda rude...
I will do it anyways 😔😔)
Are you alive?
I love your fics, and I just reread your fwb series again and would love to see them actually have a proper conversation about everything
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Hi!!!!!! I fear that I am not writing anymore 🫣
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soranker · 1 year ago
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inkskinned · 6 months ago
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the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.
women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.
what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.
i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.
fuck, man. write better material.
a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.
god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.
this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.
we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.
i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -
it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.
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corall-ocean · 1 year ago
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I accidentally reported a post i'm so sorry:(
I didn't see it, all i know one of my mutuals reblogged it
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evilandcrazygirl · 7 months ago
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people act like lesbo fujos are weird as if it’s not an integral part of our history 🙄 whatever
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punnifullife · 7 months ago
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more robstar art but now ft. some batfam!! This doesn't even scratch the surface of doodles i'll be posting...still mostly robstar but now I got other plans involving the batfam hehe
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hinamie · 2 months ago
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corvidae
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cherrywhite · 3 months ago
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hey silt verses? I just want to talk
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introspectivememories · 4 months ago
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was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-
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