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strifegrade · 5 hours
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and im underneath the gun
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strifegrade · 6 hours
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ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨
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Ok wait let her speak
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strifegrade · 9 hours
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an alternative version is available on boosty
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strifegrade · 1 day
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yeah his 5’3” ass would not be able to reach those hooks
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strifegrade · 2 days
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the wyvern and her hound
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[id: a colored, digital drawing of true form midna and eclipse from chains of time. midna is resting her head on top of eclipse's, with her hands placed on his shoulders. she is looking straight ahead with a neutral expression, wearing her signature robe, and her hair curls up like dragon horns. eclipse is smiling and leaning back into midna while wearing the coral earring and a green poncho. they are set against a dark red background. end id.]
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strifegrade · 2 days
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Moody King
From last year
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been thinkin about @mimiadraws twili link design. holy shit
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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
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strifegrade · 2 days
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I dunno how to tumblr but DIRKJAKE 2023 BE UPON YE
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strifegrade · 4 days
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some striders requested from the emoji meme
and raving dirk
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strifegrade · 4 days
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buurp
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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous
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strifegrade · 4 days
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I hate drawing skies I swear. I get so excited to draw the sky and by the end I want to scream
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land of heat and clockwork
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strifegrade · 4 days
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is this dirk strider on my feed
[breathes heavily]
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