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what the actual fuck

we did it everyone. we’re no longer allowed to talk about the CISGENDER MALE CHEST because it’s sexually explicit

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Am I waiting to watch the 101 video until I have time to study it like it's an actual school class?

Yes absolutely.

#redacted audio #redactedaudio #im definitely normal #i need this info #ive been trying to make a redacted inspired TTRPG setting and system for years now #this series is gonna fucking SKY ROCKET my progress

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#my best friend named her daughter Morticia #and she is the cutest lil thing 😭💙 #shes only two but shes already started to try and say her name

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Brian David Gilbert getting himself adopted by Dropout is one of the best trades of the century

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i giggled

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"Are you ready to have a fun night, Deviant?"

The first Boi to win the corset poll was Gavin 💜

(@pinksparkl @fuzzy-melonlord @vind3miat0r @thatweirdomidas )

#when i tell you this man is SO fine! #corset + Gavin = perfection #omg

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girl I would kill myself if I did that lol

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Getting really sick of all the "There's No Place Like Chrome" ads on youtube. There's Firefox. Firefox saves your passwords. Firefox autofills things if you want. Firefox also does things that Chrome doesn't like allow adblockers, and it does not mine your data and sell your information for advertising purposes. Google is really trying to push people to use Chrome so they can take as much data from users as possible in order to make as much money as possible and it's borderline sinister.

Anyway, download Firefox.

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Do you think the reason Angel stole David's jacket when he came home and found them asleep on the couch wasn't because of Angel being Angel but because they were scared?

David was working late that night, the weather was bad, what if Angel started having flashbacks to the Inversion? What if they started panicking thinking things had gone wrong and no one had told them? What if the only way they could calm themselves down was to wrap themselves up in his jacket like they did during the Inversion, hoping they'd have the same outcome? Hoping that holding themselves in his jacket would bring him home again.

The TV wasn't on because they were watching, it was background noise so they wouldn't be stuck in a quiet house with nothing but their bad thoughts to fill the silence. Just sleep, he'll be back when you wake up. He has to be. They weren't clingy because they were trying to be cute, they were reassuring themselves that he was alive and okay, that he had come home again and everything was alright.

But they didn't want to worry David by saying why they were acting the way they were so they hid it under teasing and jokes, hoping he wouldn't be able to feel how their hands were shaking. Hoping he'd think their fluttering heart was from love instead of anxiety.

His cologne wouldn't be enough. A pillow wouldn't be his warmth around them. It wouldn't he his natural scent from a hard day's work. It wouldn't be him. And in that state of panic, they need him.

But who knows, maybe I'm just overthinking again. That's kinda what I'm known for.

#def not over thinking fam #this is EXACTLY the way i saw it too #especially since it was the anniversary of his dads death #they were probably even more worried #ive been wanting to write a kind of prequel fic to this audio since it came out

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Imperfections

Pairing: Huxley & GN Freelancer (could be read as romantic if you squint) WC: 896 TW: Mentions of the inversion, mentions of Freelancer anxiety. Genre: Fluff Ahhh i haven't written in two whole years so im trying to work off the rust a bit lol. This was inspired by my actual first scarf I made. It was also super mishapen, but i had used this pretty yarn that had greens and browns in it and it reminded me of Huxley. And how i was kind of able to be proud of finishing it was cause I thought "oh well, even though it's bad Huxley would wear it with pride." and that's how this came to be.

This was stupid. 

Freelancer glares at the misshapen yarn in Huxley’s hands. Unsatisfied with their work. Work that had taken them hours, and yet seemed to amount to nothing when they were finally able to look at the finished product. 

Crocheting,it was supposed to be a new hobby, something to help with the anxieties that had a tendency to overwhelm them. Anxieties that had only grown worse after the Inversion, even with how much time had passed since then. Something to do with their hands, something to keep their mind distracted, and if something cute came out of it then that would have been even better.

Yet everything they had made looked quite similar to the wonky scarf they currently held in their hands. One end was far too big and yet it seemed to shrink as it stretched out, appearing to look like a snake with a large head as opposed to a scarf, not to mention how many of the stitches were stretched out, leaving the yarn filled with holes.

You couldn’t tell that by the look on Huxley’s face though as he pulled it from the small bag that it had been wrapped in.

“Whoa! Dude, did you make this?” He sounds amazed, and proud. Freelancer couldn’t help but feel that the pride was misplaced. One of his hands trails along the poorly crafted item and the biggest goofy smile sits on his face.

Freelancer sheepishly nods, not meeting his eyes. Trying to hide the shame they felt at presenting him such a lackluster gift for his birthday. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it.” They laugh weakly, putting up their walls again out of anxiety. Ironic that the exact thing they had been working on to get rid of their anxieties was now the cause of it. “It’s not that great so if you want something else or if you-”

“I love it,” His words weren’t loud or boisterous like, his tone tinged with vulnerability. Huxley’s large hands grip the scarf tightly, holding it close to his chest like it were the most precious thing in the world. “One of my best friends made it for me, how could I not love it.”

His genuine smile seems to comfort them for a moment before their gaze lands on the scarf once more. 

“It’s bad.” they bluntly say, absentmindedly picking at the edge of their D.A.M.N hoodie sleeves. “It was supposed to look good but I…I couldn’t get it, but i didn’t want to show up empty handed, and Gavin said that I should just give it to you.” They explain. If it were any other time, they would have laughed as they realized they were going on a very Lasko like rambling session.

But Huxley wasn’t laughing. 

He was just watching them, his eyes full of a tenderness that they recognized. That familiar smile on his face, the one he wore whenever he was genuinely happy. It wasn’t the same as his usual smile, large and unapologetically him, it was soft and tender. Freelancer couldn’t help but feel that they didn’t deserve it.  

“I just wanted it to be…special. I wanted it to look nice.” They explain, struggling to find the words they want to say. “You were my first real friend here in Dahlia. I know you had walls up, but that didn’t stop you from being a good friend. For helping me when not many other people had. I wanted this to kind of show that. Instead it just…well it looks like that.”

They gesture to the offending item in question, tenderly clutched in Huxley’s hands.

There’s a silence that lingers between the two for a moment as Huxley seems to take the words in. Then all at once they’re enveloped in a tight hug, a familiar one, one that makes their eyes mist with tears. Freelancer wraps their arms around Huxley in return, holding him tightly.

“It doesn’t matter that it’s not perfect, dude.” he begins, obviously thinking hard about the words he’s saying. Wanting to get his message across clearly. 

“I mean, it’s kinda like our friendship. It didn’t really start out perfect, and it still isn’t because like, no one is perfect dude.” He laughs a bit, a deep rumble that they can feel in his chest as he holds them close. “But you made it. You thought about me and you made that, all by yourself. I don’t think anyone has ever done something like that for me. Not even my Moms.”

He bends just a bit more and rests his forehead against their shoulder. 

“That means the world to me, dude. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.”

Freelancer knew that he was serious, and they knew that Gavin would be giving them a very teasing “i told you so” when they got home. 

When Huxley pulls away from the embrace, he wraps the wonky scarf around his neck. It didn’t look any better on that it had off, but Freelancer was looking at it with different eyes. 

It was something that brought their friend joy, something that made him feel important and cared for. They couldn’t bring themselves to hate their work anymore. It resembled their friendship, the way the twisted around itself even with all the holes and the thinning, it held together. 

Just like they always would.

#redactedaudio #redacted audio #redactedasmr #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer

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there’s so many opinions on redacted tumblr why can’t we all just be silly and appreciate Erik’s work

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'If you don't like graffiti look away like you do for genocide"

Seen in Austin, Texas

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I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

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fics that are like 500 to 1200 words or so often have a particular kind of energy to me - like the author sat bolt upright in bed, struck by the most brilliant inspiration of their entire lives, and then typed as fast as their fingers would allow them to in order to capture it all before it left.

oneshots that are just a straight, clear shot from the brain to the page with no real filter in between? that's good stuff right there.

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shoutout to my 5 followers who play gbf:r 😌

#idk who this man is but im in love #gods your art is always so beautiful!