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If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.

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why do people in dnd each occupy a 5ft by 5ft square, how far apart do you think people need to be? why are dnd minis afraid of touching

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Really good Twitter thread originally about Elon Musk and Twitter, but also applies to Netflix and a lot of other corporations.

Full thread. Text transcription under cut.

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Jensen Ackles has my undying love for looking at the trash spn finale, noping straight out of it, founding his own production company, immediately writing a fix it fic with a self insert arc and then putting it on screen for public consumption. Genuinely unhinged behavior but by god you have to respect his audacity.

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Giving this website full of autistics obsessed with ranking and categorising stuff a poll option is like giving rats one of those buttons that makes cocaine

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The right to bare arms

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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

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The French really don’t fuck around.

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flag discourse is genuinely fucking insane

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it is so funny when your cat pretends not to hear you but their ears are cocked in such a way you know they are listening…..stop ignoring me you menace

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found family dynamics i adore:

the entire gang shares 1 (one) braincell which they takes turns passing around

unwilling teammates gradually grow on each other

Area Man Forcibly Adopted by Several Children

bonded over shared trauma

none of us have actual families or homes to go back to anymore, but at least we have each other

“every single one of these guys has tried to kill me at least once, but we’re cool now and i’d trust them with my life”

redemption arc comes with bonus new family and friends (bonus feature is non-negotiable and eventual acceptance inevitable)

i WAS going to leave the group and go my own way as soon as this job was over - and i would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for my meddling heart!

villains with Feelings™

Officer I Swear I’ve Never Met Any Of These People In My Life (But If Anything Were To Happen To Them I Would Kill Everyone Here And Then Myself)

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actually my favorite ship dynamic is "i COULD fix him but whatever's wrong with him is much funnier" but as a relationship

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"people who would fight the entire world for each other but complain and call each other stupid fucking idiots about it the entire time" is the ultimate relationship dynamic

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Has it been canonically determined if the Kool Aid Man is The Pitcher or the Juice yet?

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when cas doesn’t know exactly how to tell dean how he feels, he leaves dean little poems scratched out on napkins or torn pieces of paper for dean to find. sometimes they’re tucked into the handle of dean’s morning cup of coffee. sometimes there’s a poem stashed on the steering wheel of the impala, or a note with a poem quietly slipped into dean’s jacket pocket for dean to find later when he puts his hands into his pockets and brushes his fingers against the folded paper.

and sometimes, dean writes something back; flips the paper over and writes a response. because writing is easier than saying the words out loud. so dean slips the note back into cas’ trenchcoat or tapes it to the top of the bottle of honey in the cupboard for cas to find. and it’s dean’s favorite way of communicating with cas. because it’s theirs. a silent conversation written on tiny pieces of paper. poems and notes and little confessions traded back and forth; their feelings and desires spilled out onto the page like a promise.