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cheeseandstrawberrytartlover · 7 months

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Ta-da! New pfp!

So... much.... work,,,

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#my art #sheogorath #sheo!hok #sheo!ben #my sheogorath #my new pfp #artists on tumblr #trans artist #trans art #queer art #daedric prince

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babyblueetbaemonster · 26 days

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AHem Boop

Boop :3

#aaaaa i have been booped by sheo #hehe i miss boop too it's really fun <3 #ask and i shall answer #pls accept my quick sketch cats :3 #sheo!ben #sheo!hok #people's cute ocs #oc: acelta #tes oc #tes

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starxscream · 2 years

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trying to get to sheo like (pain suffering agony)

#ben chats #sheo why did u put urself behind so many thorns and near impossible platforming.

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angeliceagleflies · 5 years

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Dragon Age 2: A summary

#sheo shitpost #parks and rec #parks and recreation #dragon age 2 #dragon age #garrett hawke #hawke #ben wyatt #anders #anders romance #sheo draws

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neopronouns · 3 years

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hi !! i love ur blog its rly helpful :) do you know any ender scrolls: skyrim themed pronouns?

i don’t know too much about skyrim, but i checked the wiki and coined/found some sets! if there’s anything specific from the games you’d like me to do the same for, just lmk!

playable races:

alt/mer/mers/altmerself

ar/gon/gonian/gonians/argonianself

bo/bos/mer/mers/bosmerself

bre/ton/tons/bretonself

du/dun/mer/mers/dunmerself

i/im/per/perial/imperialself

kha/jiit/jiits/khajiitself

no/nord/nords/nordself

or/ors/simer/simers/orsimerself

re/red/guard/guards/redguardself

other races and creatures:

dre/mor/mora/moras/dremoraself

gi/ant/giants/giantself

e/elf/elves/elveself or elfself

dae/dra/dras/daedraself

dae/droth/droths/daedrothself

chau/rus/chauruself

dra/gon/gons/dragonself

drau/gr/grs/draugrself

an/ani/mun/culi/animunculiself

an/ani/mun/culus/animunculuself

fa/fal/mer/mers/falmerself

me/mer/mers/merself

dwe/mer/mers/dwemerself

gi/gia/giant/giants/giantself

ha/gra/graven/gravens/hagravenself

sha/shade/shades/shadeself

spri/sprig/gan/gans/sprigganself

tro/troll/trolls/trollself

wi/wisp/wisps/wispself

ay/leid/leids/ayleidself

sa/sali/ache/aches/saliache

chi/mer/mers/chimerself

ne/nede/nedes/nedeself

settings:

ta/tam/riel/riels/tamrielself

cy/cyro/diil/diils/cyrodiilself

mo/mor/morrow/wind/morrowindself

sky/rim/rims/skyrimself

bla/blam/marsh/marshes/blachmarshself

el/els/we/weyr/elsweyrself

va/valen/woo/wood/valenwoodself

su/sum/summer/set/summersetself

ha/ham/fell/fells/hammerfellself

hi/high/rock/rocks/highrockself

o/ors/ium/orsiniumself

ni/ben/bens/nibenself

ki/skin/gra/grad/skingradself

je/jer/rall/ralls/jerallself

va/val/valus/valuself

ru/mare/mares/rumareself

re/res/dayn/resdaynself

vvar/den/fell/fells/vvardenfellself

sheo/gor/gorad/gorads/sheogoradself

asc/ascad/dian/dians/ascadianself

ri/rift/rifts/riftself

fal/falk/reath/reaths/falkreathself

hi/hist/hists/histself

te/ten/mar/mars/tenmarself

al/ali/nor/nors/alinorself

au/auri/don/dons/auridonself

art/artae/taeum/artaeumself

yo/ku/da/das/yokudaself

ka/kam/bri/bria/kambriaself

wro/wroth/gar/garian/wrothgarianself

bal/balfi/fier/fiera/balfieraself

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yourmynx-blog1 · 6 years

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The Friendzone

This is something I found floating around the internet, originally from wendycorduroy. While this isn’t my story, it’s something that I feel needs to be shared.

Thoughts on the friendzone

When I was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named Kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until I demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. We collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded Pokemon cards. He wasn’t the only one, there was Ben, Mitch and Noah, but Kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and I asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and I’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

I missed him so much and I wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was.

In the first grade there was Rich and Joseph and I got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. We built block towers and sang to my teacher’s Lion King soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time. One day they got in a fist fight over me at recess and I wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

In the second grade Zach and I played Yu Gi Oh under our desks during free time and I got moved for talking to him constantly. Everyone in the class would tease him and I for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

When I was 11 I met a chubby boy with the name of a colour, who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. People didn’t like him because he was silly, but I liked him because he was silly, but I liked him because I was also silly. He became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and I declined but promised him I’d be his best friend because I’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. We burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. He talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. That boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all the pent-up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

In the 7th grade there was a boy named Ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. He’d ask me personal invasive questions but I didn’t mind because it was attention and I love attention. I was dating another guitar player with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and Ryan mentioned how much of an arsehole he was every day. I wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life in an arsehole? But when I asked him, he just told me, “girls only date arseholes. There’s no room for nice guys like me,”

I wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things? He never stopped talking with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know, being friendly. I thought we were friends, but then, how many times had I thought that before? How many times I had bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if I wanted to make out?

How come when I told Ryan I was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend and said “damnit, the one girl I really want to pound into a mattress and she’s only interested in chicks!”

There was a boy in my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. Beneath a million twinking starts spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. Then he asked me if I’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

When I told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

I would sit on the couch and play Zelda with Dakota, and he’s talk about all my favourite games with me. He was the closes thing to support I had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly, but he’d put his arms aorund me on the couch, and no matter how many times I told him I was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“Do you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? Don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

When I meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them a chance, I always wanted to just say...

When I was 10 years old I met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like moutain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly combing a sugar hill. I’m 18 and I still love her, and she knows and she doesn’t love me.

But my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “I’m going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

They were, “she is the best friend I have ever had, and I am the best she’s ever had, and I would hate to take that away from her,”

So before you play the victim, Mr Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

Put yourself in the sheos of a girl who through she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. That he just wanted her for a relationship, a girl who was just an object to win, a prize, a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

Maybe she friendzoned you, but you girlfriendzoned her first.

GirlFriendZone. That’s a term I’m keeping.

#friendzone #incels #fuckbois

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cheeseandstrawberrytartlover · 9 months

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Daedric Dating Simulator