Soft Whitney and their plushies. Softney.
Thinking of finding Whitney at the arcade one day, too busy trying to win a plushie from the claw machine to notice your approaching footsteps, halting in your tracks as you watch from afar. Watch how they pathetically lose after every try, quickly running out of coins with the last of their remaining cash that they got. Hand reaching for their pockets only to pull nothing out, spent dry.
PC suggesting to get it for them, the bully freezing up on the spot since it means you just saw that humiliating display but.. they do really want that plushie. Lets you do it and you manage on the first try, slightly irritated though also grateful for you winning it, handing them over the stuffed toy. Visible blush and resigned look on their face as they mutter a silent “thanks” under their breath before striding away, plush in their arm.
Just know they resist the urge to fawn over plushies whenever they see them, imagine them doing god knows whatever with their cronies, momentarily pausing to stare at the shop window filled with the stuffed toys on display. Has to act all tough even if they’re mentally noting to themselves to go to that shop later alone. Bring you over if you’re actually interested though that’d mean having to admit they have a collective themselves..
Names their newly obtained gift with your name, slip on the tongue if they were to ever actually utter it out loud. How the fuck do you explain to someone why you named your plushie after them??
Fuck, it’s complicated.
“It’s not what it looks like, you stupid slut! Now get the fuck out of my room!”
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blood “loss”? well it’s not lost. i know exactly where it went. right over there.
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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
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mspec gays are so cool i love you bilesbians and pangays and everything in between each and every one of you deserve the world mwuah
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nimona (film that was saved by netflix after disney canned it along with closing the studio that was making it) and the boy and the heron (2d animated movie, the type that disney doesn't make anymore due to "limitations with the medium") getting animated feature noms at the oscars this year and not wish... bro that's funny
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adhd will have you fighting for your life to do beloved hobbies that bring you nothing but joy
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the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot
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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).
Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.
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me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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