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I rarely post politics. I try not to have any of that negativity in my life. This is my escape. This is my refuge from all the ceaseless shit I have to endure on a daily basis.

But you know what? I've had it. Gloves are off.

I'm fucking terrified, but more than anything, I'm fucking pissed.

I hope all of you, who couldn't hold their noses for five seconds to vote for Kamala Harris, are happy.

I hope you're so fucking happy a raging narcissistic, vile, racist, sexist, insurrectionist piece of shit is the leader of the free world for the foreseeable future.

I hope all of you, who thrashed their fists about how Harris won't do enough for Palastine, will have to contend with the blood of every fucking person who is not a straight white cis Christian male on their hands.

I hope all of you, who said Harris isn't good enough, will now have Trump, FUCKING TRUMP, as our president, because somehow you can't wrap your fucking pea-sized brains around the fact that there is no fucking option C.

I hope all of you, all of you with immigrant, non-white, non-Christian, LGBTQA+ friends and loved one, have to look them in the eye and explain to them why they don't matter enough to you to let someone who is actively seeking their death and destruction take office.

I hope you can live with the blood of every single woman who's died because they couldn't get the help they needed due to pregnancy complications because now abortion will be outlawed nationwide. I hope you revel in the suffering of millions of women.

I hope your smug self-righteous vindication is worth the suffering of not just Americans, but of all our allies; Ukraine, but even more ironically, fucking Palestinians.

Hope it was worth it.

Now lie with the blood now covering your hands.

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"Why, Ford," the former megalomaniac triangle demon grinned up at him with his single eye slightly hooded. It was disturbingly cute, despite Ford's best efforts to be professional about this. "Are you calling me hot?"

The effect was instantly ruined by Bill doubling over with a hacking cough. Ford barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "No, I'm calling you sick. Stop being difficult about this."

Bill snorted and somehow didn't start coughing again. "It's like you don't even know me, Sixer."

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Yes hi hello I'm losing my fucking mind it's fine everything is fine.

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As someone who trained myself from a small child to pick out lyrics from a song on the first listen-through (as long as I understand the language, so just English basically) I cannot explain the experience of listening to this song. I know it's English. It's clearly English. But I can't understand a word of it.

Brilliant, start to finish.

Weeping at this. Frighteningly similar to how I sound

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Trickster triangle evil demon thing? Boring. Put him in a human(ish) body and force him to be a better person? Yes please oh my god I need more.

...I'm so predictable.

TRAGEDY⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

There, I killed him….BYE👋👋👋

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Oh Fiyero, you crazy guy... I love you.

AND IT'S FINALLY HERE!

4 months of hard work and long hours to produce my very first animated music video! I am so very happy with how this turned out! I've been inspired ever since I saw the first Wicked trailer came out all those months ago, and I hope this video inspires you, too!

Please share this with all the Wicked fans in your life! A lot of effort went into this and your feedback and love is greatly appreciated!

Enjoy!

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Inktober 2024, day 3: boots

Also it's October 3rd so this seemed appropriate.

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Maybe it's just the light or something but look at his left eye, you can't see the pupil because it's rolling back. You can see the very edge of it, sobbing. I took this screencap probably a year ago or so?

Am I crazy or do our characters eyes shift now? I tried to zoom in on gpose and I see no shifty movement but outside of gpose I swear I see the eyes shift 🤨

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I'm trying to prove a point

If you have 2 favorites, pick one and say in the tags

Even if you're not much of a Star Wars fan, please answer and please reblog to increase the sample size

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reblog to share some mint with your followers. just don't let it escape containment, okay?

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I made Hungarian mushroom soup and it's a little too delicious to be real

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I'll be 40 soon. I already have white hairs. My mother has hid her white hair my entire life by dying her hair blonde. I am not going to do that.

I think we need to stop treating aging like it's some kind of horrifying phenomenon.

It's something we all have to go through, and we're just giving ourselves unnecessary trauma by trying to reverse the aging process... not to mention giving the beauty industry way too much money and power over our lives.

If you want to look pretty go for it, but I'm saying maybe we need to try and gently change the perception of what pretty is. I'm not sure how, but 'young and thin' only lasts a certain very, very short amount of time.

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

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I don't think younger/newer users fully grasp the shit show that ace discourse was around 2014-17

It was so hostile that, to this day, discussions that begin to derail just enough can make me physically nauseous, some specific mockery trigger crying sessions years later. We lost most accounts with any sort of ace positivity. There was no information, no support, and all this damage was done predominantly by other queer people.

All this to say that you, however you identify yourself, should be engaging with aphobic comments the same way you do any hate. We don't sugarcoat or try to be comprehensive with people who are blatantly racist, homophobic or terfs, so why give it a pass just because it's coming from a queer person? I see how this tolerance goes and it's done enough damage as it is.

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(3rd Party Sites/Apps are any apps/sites that you use to store your writing stuff (ex. Scrivener, Trello, Fortelling, journalling apps, etc)

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If you got enough money to live happily and comfortably for the rest of your life, but everyone who saw you immediately knew what fandom you are in and understood what that means, would you take it?

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U(n)F(inished) O(bject) Friday! ...since I'm busy on Wednesdays. Gonna try and make this a thing.

The creature moved with deliberate, mincing steps. Fox, crouched as he was in the strange, slightly glowing grass-like vegetation, thought its head might come up to his waist at most.

What he could see of it looked vaguely like pictures he had seen of creatures called ‘deer’: four slender legs, barrel-shaped body, and a delicate, wedge-shaped head, but that was where the resemblance stopped. For one thing, it didn't appear to have eyes. It made sense; down here, there wasn't any light to speak of. 

Roughly where its eyes should have been, there were round luminescent spots. What purpose those served, Fox had no idea, but they did sort of look like eyes.

If it had ten of them.

Fox could just make out that it had some kind of horns growing out of its head, and that there was something *odd* about its neck. It also seemed to have a thick fur, needed to combat the cold, though he couldn't make out the color besides it was something dark.

But most of his interest was drawn to the ears. They were very likely how the creature was picking its way so precisely across the field. Massive compared to the head they were attached to, he could just about see they were flared, shallow, and cup-shaped. They tilted this way and that constantly in subtle movements. He could see it easily by the way they glowed in many evenly-spaced spots around the rim and down the cup of the ear itself in lines, brighter than the false eyes, and they pulsed gently to some mysterious rhythm. As it got even closer he could hear tiny ping noises. It was using *radar* to see. Fox stared, mesmerized by the creature. Those were *radar dishes* attached to its skull, he hadn't quite realized before… he was no naturalist, but even he had to admit it was a fascinating evolution.

The thing was coming a bit *too* close now, and Fox decided he should try to move away from it soon. It had to know he was there, or at least that some obstacle was, but it kept at its same, now slightly unnerving pace. He tensed his muscles, ready to move away from it, when there was a sudden squeak.

The deer moved, whipping around on one slender leg as its horns flared with sudden light, blinding and utterly unexpected in this gloom. Fox bit back a startled stream of swears, slamming his eyes shut and putting up a hand in pure reaction. Something *screamed* and he forced his eyes open against the painful light to see the deer’s mouth had opened.

Well. If you could call that a mouth. The entire snout had split into four equal juts of bone and teeth, and the lower part of the whole affair extended partway down its dark-grey furred neck. He could now see that the things on its throat were another pair of legs, smaller, which were currently both holding down its prey and helping to shove parts of the smaller animal into its maw.

The light from the branching horns was already fading. Fox cautiously got to his feet, prompting the ‘deer’ to look at him. It startled a little, swaying sideways, blood spraying from its throat at the unexpected movement. Fox hoped it was suddenly realizing he was too big to be prey, but either way.

As the creature turned back to its meal, Fox slipped away. He had a long way to go, and a mission to complete.

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Every summer I forget how much I fucking love spiders I’ve drunk one every day this week