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#you’re a sick fuck
I- SLOWLY
I SLOWLY STARTED TO
BE SEDUCTED
BY HIM, LIKE?
😟
the manlet in question:
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mouthfullofmunson · 5 days
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Tw rant
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dozydawn · 1 year
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Fenton Vaseline Glass Snail, Vintage Yellow Opalescent Uranium Glass
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holographic-mars · 22 days
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Rereading IDW and how Ravage and Co. found Soundwave and it’s lowkey really funny to me, she really just picked him up off the streets huh
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amethysttribble · 2 months
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Father had personally asked Feanor to stand for this portrait, so he was. Father had quietly suggested that perhaps this could be a painless exercise, which did not actually mean ‘painless’ but rather ‘silent’ for Feanor, but he agreed. Father told him this painting did not symbolize anything but his own desire to have a record of all his available loved ones around him, and Feanor was trying to see it that way- for the sake of his own sanity.
Because his stomach was roiling, and there was a heaviness in his chest, a great emptiness which his heart was pounding against, echoing, echoing, echoing.
Father had one hand on Feanor’s shoulder and the other was upon Indis’s. She was sat in front of them, smiling beautifully, little golden-haired Arafinwe in her lap. Around them, her three dark-haired children were gathered. Findis on Father’s other side, Nolofinwe with her, and Lalwen in front of Feanor.
To the unaware eye, Feanor knew, they must all look like they matched. Like they went together correctly. Like a family.
When the portrait was complete and those dark haired children were gathered around the mother and father, who would guess that one child was out of place? Who might glance at all that paint representing their faces and think anything but-
You could almost be her son, Feanor thought, and then his mind replied, But you’re not.
He was so still and he dared not move, because if he did, he’d never get back in place. If Feanor flinched once, the sharp, jagged pieces of him that never fit right in this puzzle would scratch one of them. They’d be annoyed and that would be it: he’d combust in anger, he’d shatter across the floor, snapping and snarling at everyone unnecessarily until he ruined their perfect little scene. Father said this might be a painless exercise. No, no; this was to be a silent, still exercise.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
How good a painter was this person Father hired? How varied his faces? Would he capture that Feanor’s nose resembled that of none of the people here? Could he represent that his frame was already different from his father and little half-brother’s?
Would he lie and throw a pleased smile on Feanor’s face? Not even Father had asked him to smile.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s presence made them fit together so symmetrically, maybe that was pleasing enough to hide the wrongness of this scene. Maybe that’s why Father made him come here today, the pretty scene. Why he asked him to suffer, even as the longer he stood here, the more and more Feanor felt like he was about to be sick all over the floor.
A ghost, a ghost, there was a ghost looming over their shoulders ruining this perfectly symmetrical scene. Couldn’t they feel her breathing down their necks, icy chill against sweat? Didn’t their perfectly posed heads feel her long, clever fingers wrapped lovingly around their necks?
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s gaze slipped down to the back of Indis’s head. Her beautiful golden hair. She didn’t wear a crown, this was a family portrait, and that felt worse. So much worse.
If he let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander, he could try to lie to himself that her hair was much lighter and the faces of the children around them more closely resembled his own. The woman in front of him loved him, and she fussed over his hair before they sat for this portrait, and he’d let her do it.
The worst part was Feanor did know that Indis would help him with the ties of his robes, if only he let her.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
She’s not, she’s not, she’s not. It was a simple statement of fact. It was scandal enough that the father replaced the wife, when one at least chose a wife, but what freak replaced his own mother?
What would the people who saw this portrait think? Would they see Finwe’s happy family or would they see Feanor’s blaring, uncomfortable intrusion upon what gods and men declared to be a better order of things? Father wanted him to belong here, but he didn’t.
He just didn’t.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
A painless exercise. Painless, painless, painless, for them. Silent, still Feanor, a happy accessory to the triumphant union of Finwe and Indis, a grateful stray dog permitted to drink from the bowls provided by Indis’s family.
This exercise was just meant to capture the image of all Finwe loved, nothing more. Don’t think too hard about it, Feanor. You might make the children unhappy.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
You should pretend you are, though. That’ll make them like you.
Because they did so disdain him, most of the time. They disliked how he glared at their mother and started fights at family dinners and ignored them in the hallways. Why shouldn’t they? Feanor would hate a person who did those things to his family, too.
He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted to, sometimes, when the exhaustion and loneliness caught up, and then he remembered that he wasn’t Indis’s son and never would be, and remembering that made him angry. Wouldn’t it just be so damn convenient for them all if he was almost her son?
But he wasn’t.
He was Miriel’s son. That was her name. He had no portrait with her. He loved her.
He loved Miriel, but it was Indis he posed with and-
When the session was done, Feanor jerked away from his father and shoved his way past Lalwen. As he went, Indis looked up at him, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help the sneer that crossed his face.
He hoped that was painless enough for her.
When he returned to his chamber, he went to the wash room and heaved in the pot there. The gagging and retching made wetness prick his eyes, and the sudden tightness of throat made him choke all the harder. The sickness and heaving stayed long past when there was anything in his stomach to lose.
No one came. Feanor hoped maybe Father would, but really, why would he? Feanor had been mostly good, just a little rudeness wasn’t worth either reprimand or comfort.
No, they were together. Maybe admiring their portrait, happy and pleased, or complaining about his behavior again. Really, why couldnt that Curufinwe just accept nice things?
I need to get out of here, Feanor thought, face and body wet with both sweat and tears. I need to leave this place.
He was a good son, and he could do anything else his father wanted but betray his mother any more.
Feanor couldn’t pose as Indis’s son even a second longer. He would destroy himself, if he had to think one more time-
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
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formulapisces · 7 months
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strangerinthelight · 4 months
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The only thing that could’ve made the scenes between Don and Loki more gay would be if they passionately kissed
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gayvampyr · 1 year
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any sliver of a chance i had of appreciating AI has been completely decimated by this clownery
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radsplain · 2 months
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“trans women do not get periods. they may experience some period-like symptoms from the estrogen they’re taking but-”
nope, not even that!!! men cannot and will never experience even “some period-like symptoms” because they don’t have a fucking uterus. none of the side effects that come along with males taking exogenous hormones have anything to do with a female human-specific biological process. the male body, inundated with estrogen, does not suddenly get confused and then try to mimic female biological processes. that’s not how any of this works. whatever side effects they’re experiencing is male-specific, because they’re male. males cannot and will never have “period-like symptoms” ever, i don’t care, fuck OFF
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neon-vocalist · 2 months
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oh you know what we’re not gonna do? we’re NOT gonna use hatred for nijisanji management as fuel for our fucking hatred for nijisanji talents BY VIRTUE OF BEING NIJISANJI. popular ≠ bad. agency ≠ bad. affiliated with an agency with predatory management? IN WHAT WAY IS THAT FUCKING THE TALENTS’ FAULT?! this info didn’t go public until recently. they’re fucking stuck there. they didn’t go into this with the knowledge we have now. i will NOT stand for niji talent slander just because management fucked up. i hate vtuber antis i’m going to burn this place to the motherfucking ground
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puppydoggraham · 3 months
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That fucking hannigram anti now is calling the hug on the cliff not genuine from Will…….
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glovehearts · 2 months
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i swear if someone doesn’t force flu meds down auston’s throat and make him rest i will fly back to toronto and yell at him myself
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kingkatsuki · 1 year
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Imagine you’re an archeologist in the future going through these ancient civilisations and trying to discover the history of Pro-Heroes who fought AFO and saved the world centuries ago. Paving the way for new generations and civilisations to continue on, and build over the megaliths and ruins of the old city of Musutafu.
Most people think it’s just stories that people share with their kids about how Pro-Hero Deku and Dynamight saved the world and became the worlds greatest heroes, a fun myth that weaves into the real history. But you believe it to be true, and that’s why you’re currently excavating in some of the forgotten ruins of Musutafu.
But what you don’t expect is to find the marked grave of the once powerful hero Dynamight, who was nothing more than a story until you were in front of his epitaph. And as you read the inscription seared into the wall, you definitely don’t expect him to wake up—
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talkethtothehandeth · 1 month
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*vague posts a fake claim about particular people in mind*
*turns around to say they would “never” want to fake claim someone because they know how it feels*
Gaslighting IS fake claiming, it is literally denying the extent of which a disorder/condition affects a person, and replaces it with “it’s all in your head, you’re doing it for attention”
And it pisses me off so much because the comment section is FULL of people who you know would be sobbing and throwing up and claiming ableism if someone even thinks about doubting the severity of their disabilities.
Get over the Sick Olympics already, no one fucking wins that. You get no trophy for being the sickest, no one automatically cares about you more when your body gets worse, doctors don’t suddenly give a shit if you’re dying from complex conditions. You’re not special, you don’t get a crown. You’re not better than anyone at all if your body is breaking down the most. Why is it so important to you to be The Worst? Ass pats? No one gets that and the worse you are the less people care about you, genuinely.
Get over yourself, you don’t know shit about what anyone else on the internet goes through, and fake claiming anyone is fucked up, regardless if the person is shitty or not. I hate that the internet learned the term Münchausen Syndrome because if someone doesn’t present exactly how they think they should be if they’re “truly” sick, then they’re faking the way their current symptoms present because it must not be “that bad”.
Wait until people start turning against you, then you’ll realize exactly how shitty it is to have people who are supposed to be on your side act against you because you’re not “sick enough” to them to actually be suffering— you’re not “sick enough” to receive sympathy. Imagine how isolating that is, to have so many people against you because they think you’re not as bad as you know you are. People have their own websites and never ending threads dedicated to “proving” that someone is faking, some of my mutuals are on those threads and have posted about it— without them I wouldn’t have even known these threads existed. Imagine how many you’re on, how many people are talking about you behind your back, even in your own circle.
By the way, I would rather believe 400 (“undiscovered”) fakers than deny support to one person who is actually disabled. And you should too, because one day, you will be that one person who is actually sick, and you will be considered a liar, or dramatic— and in some people’s opinion, you’ll deserve that treatment after what you did and continue to do all in an attempt to feel superior to someone. One day you won’t have the sympathy you’re looking for.
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jewishbarbies · 2 months
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anti zionist jews when you, a jew, say holocaust inversion is bad:
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(the Islamophobia here doesn’t exist btw)
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bigboobyhalo · 24 days
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honestly as much as it sucks that ryan hasn’t been told anything, taking a step back and looking at the broader picture makes it like. i dunno i feel like if i was Qstudios i probably wouldn’t be sharing information with admins who have made it clear they’re going to go to twitter with everything. i don’t think it’s right but in this situation i’m actually not sure what else they’re expected to do if they don’t want people sharing stuff on twitter. i really hope this doesn’t mean they’re cutting out the eggs though :(
all ryan has been sharing is whether she’s being communicated with or not. she’s not sharing names or any of that shit. they could very easily just say “hey we’re working on things” to her, or any other number of things that wouldn’t even be bad for them if she leaked them. she is an employee who works for them and they’re making merch with her character’s face on it, I think she’s earned the right to at the very least just one fucking discord DM telling her that they haven’t completely forgotten about her, or whether or not she’ll be compensated using the earnings from merch sales, or whether or not she’ll get to keep playing on the server eventually. you and so so so many others are being willfully ignorant and naive to the clear signs of workplace abuse right in front of you in an attempt to find literally any way to make quackity studios’ actions seem like anything but awful and I’m really sick to fucking death of seeing it
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