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gierosajie · 1 hour
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I love it when found family love each other so much that it would destroy them. When love is shown to be a double-edged sword, where it's both their salvation and their doom
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gierosajie · 5 hours
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apparently people are now purchasing thick water to make slimes with because of a trend on tiktok
thick water is for disabled people who can’t swallow properly. stores usually have extremely limited supplies of it.
please don’t buy thick water for fun or to make slime with. it’s literally the only way some disabled people can drink anything. It’s not a fucking toy
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gierosajie · 5 hours
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gierosajie · 10 hours
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we are blessed with two hands: one that gives, and one that takes
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gierosajie · 14 hours
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me seeing a mutual's happy post: "hell yeah buddy :)" *hits like*
me seeing a mutual's sad/vent post: "aww no buddy :(" *hits like*
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gierosajie · 1 day
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I JUST GOT ARLECCHINO AND SHE IMMEDIATELY GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING AND DIED I'M CRYINGF
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gierosajie · 1 day
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HSR au Venti shenanigans
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The other two need so much life support and one of them is supposed to BE the life support
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gierosajie · 1 day
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I need a little help here
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Tell me when you get bored. A story about doses. [x]
I posted this on twitter and had a variety of aggressive ableism thrown my way.
This is a story about changing what I can in spite of what I cannot for the comfort of my loved ones. The thing that others find to be hurtful about me is that I like to spend time in silent solitude. People who love me often feel hurt that I tend to solve my own problems instead of leaning on them.
When we spend too much time together, people find my neutrality to be concerning, and it becomes too much for people to be unable to read me.
To show the people I love that I enjoy their company in ways they can understand, I pool my energy together to be high-energy, peppy, and social. Since this is not my natural state of being, it takes effort, which can only be expended in small doses. I amplify the things people like in me while filtering out everything they dislike about me when I am in their company.
I change my behaviors for those I love, but at the end of the day, I cannot change my neutral state of being, which is the thing that they want most out of me.
This is a story about me accommodating people in the best way I know how, not the other way around. I would truly appreciate it if people don't misconstrue this anecdote as me asking for dismissal of hurtful behavior when in reality, people find hurt in the fact that I simply exist, and I must change for them.
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gierosajie · 1 day
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Congratulations to Marcille DungeonMeshi for achieving Pathetic Little Man status on tumblr, a hard glass ceiling for many female characters to break. I look forward to calling you my sopping wet beast and poor little meow meow for fandom days to come. Keep trucking babygirl, you'll bag Falin one day
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gierosajie · 2 days
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This is different from Al-Shifa:
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There are images of decomposed bodies wearing what appear to be scrubs... with their hands tied. Meaning they were executed while bound. I will not be sharing them because I'm tired of showing our martyrs' bodies to people.
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gierosajie · 2 days
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HSR AU Nameless Bard: I miss Venti :(
Stelle: We have a Venti at home
Nameless Bard: I don't like that one. Put him back.
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gierosajie · 2 days
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Thinking thoughts about how the different HSR au versions of Venti talk
Like, Trailblazer Venti talks the clearest out of the three, just air straight from the diaphragm to the mouth. He sounds closest to his CN dub here
Foxian Venti also sounds more or less the same but his words sound...a bit more closed? Like he doesn't sound as clear because he would tend to keep his jaws close together and mouth relatively small. Sounds like "ch" and stuff sound a bit thicker
And then Venti's evil shadow self (name still pending) just whispers. He's still quite audible, but you probably wouldn't recognize his voice at first. It's mostly air, kinda raspy from how soft it gets, air for the voice coming at the top of the lungs really close to the voicebox. With his mask on it gets even more scrambled because of a microphone, sounding like it's struggling to pick up sounds
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gierosajie · 2 days
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Thinking about drawing Blade except he still looks like Yingxing
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gierosajie · 2 days
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All 10k+ note posts fall into one of three categories:
Genuinely helpful, thoughtful, or otherwise interesting posts
Dumb shitposts that escalated beyond their intended audience
"Hey wouldn't it be fun if we ruined this guy's notifications?"
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#attempted murder for the ask game! 🌱
"...So I'm dead now," Danny ends his story, face in his hands.
"You were dead before this," Sam points out. She takes a bite out of her perfectly carved celery sticks.
"I know, but now I'm dead dead," Danny groans, earning a pat on the back from Tucker. "Like. Dash pushed me off a bridge. And sure, it was an accident, but come on! There's no way I could survive that if I wasn't...me! I can't, like, reappear after that! I should have been a goner!"
"I mean, it was probably an accident," Tucker adds encouragingly, continuing the patting. It's well meant but not helpful in the slightest. Danny groans.
"Congrats on faking your death by accident," Sam says through her celery. She offers Danny a celery stick in commiseration. He eats it, but it tastes like nothing. "Have any big plans?"
"I dunno. Die?"
"You did that already," Tucker and Sam point out.
Danny puts his face in his hands. "I... Did he even report me? Did he even report that he probably killed me? Like...to anyone?"
Tucker pulls out his newest PDA, Pollyanna. A few taps of the stylus. Some scrolling "...Nah, dude. No news, no cops. Legally, you're still alive."
And they sit there, in Sam's room, in silence, wondering how one of their classmates managed to mostly get away with murder.
"...Think he'll cry if you show up to school tomorrow like nothing happened?" Sam mutters, more out of spite than anything.
Everyone looks at each other.
"...Ten bucks," Tucker says.
"No bet. I do the scary eyes and he probably pisses his pants," Danny snorts.
"It's a deal," Sam decides. "All in on making Dash have a mental breakdown?"
Hands go in. One, two, three— Danny and Tucker whoop as their three hands go up, the two high-fiving as Sam holds in her cackle.
"Jazz is going to kill us," Danny snickers, almost guilty.
"After Dash killed you? Please. If anything, Jazz might fetch the Jack O' Nine Tails and kill him first."
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