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#I’m sorry but it’s the truth
singlethread · 1 year
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Rosa is the bestest cat
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financeprincess · 2 years
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The Starbucks aesthetic really plummeted when they got rid of straws
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ohmehohmai · 1 year
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he called me 6 times in 2 hrs.
my friends are saying it’s giving major crazy, controlling and chaotic vibes and to stay away.
honestly, it’s just making me wet.
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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 4 months
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I’ve tried. I’ve watched other Christmas films but there is just no bettering this…
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turtleblogatlast · 2 months
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Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#plot twist he COULD be admitting angsty stuff but he’s pushing the less oof truths forward instead on purpose#raph: hey leo what do you want for dinner#leo: *about to bare his soul on all his internal torment but pivots* I’m afraid of snakes#(no but fr Leo’s stripes being technically more pink instead of red is cute ngl)#(a very reddish pink to the point that in certain lighting it looks red but at the base they’re p pink)#(i also am very fond of the idea that Leo doesn’t just have questionable taste in fashion he also just loves Raph a lot and looks up to him)#but yeah I think that something like this would be 99% Leo admitting to unimportant things or admitting to how much he values everyone#like they all KNOW Leo loves them and he’s talked them up enough for them to know but it’s different when he’s like#‘I just wanna read my comics with you guys around - it’s my favorite place to be’#or again just random bs that doesn’t REALLY have a lot of weight like#‘I like using my portals to prank random people around the world’#‘I’m worried about being a bad influence on hueso jr’#‘sometimes I kinda wanna see hypno’s plans succeed’#‘it’s been way too long since I found this out and honestly it’s embarrassing but I actually don’t have a di-‘#SORRY COULDNT HELP MYSELF#(<-but did u know that that pink rather than red observation actually ties into this headcanon as well if u know about red eared sliders)
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r43-html · 1 month
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guys, i need to speak on something that’s been weighing on me.
i think that robots that are just, like, anime girls are for cowards and if you are only into those types of robots you’re a coward.
why would you want to just fuck an anime girl when you can already do that??
i think that pure true robot fucking is wanting to fuck REAL robots.
look at this sex machine.
first of all, you will notice she is shaped like a buttplug. her sleek, white outer panels combined with the faint LED display on her chest??????? chefs kiss. and her little face….. there’s nothing even inherently gendered about her but her kind gaze and sweet, soft voice just bestows upon me such a beautiful feminine energy. i love the color of her display. AND HER ELECTROMAGNETIC ARMS AND DIGITS???? just imagine what those can do. and we see throughout the movie that her arms obviously have more components than just her detachable digits….. gah. i want to fuck eve from walle. i want to have dirty filthy lesbian robot sex with eve from walle.
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gublersg1rl · 2 days
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if i see one more post “wildest dreams is about mgg” NO ITS FUCKING NOT IM SO SORRY girl they had ONE photo together that i believe was taken at a 4th of july party at her house like girl bye they hung out like once with a bunch of other people you guys are DELUSIONAL ?!:&:&23&
also if you hear the lyric “he’s so bad but does it so well” and think mgg u need help bcuz that man is anything but bad he writes children’s book and wears funky outfits
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snapscube · 8 months
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On occasion you mention you have Tourettes, was there ever something you said in a fandub that was actually a tic?
no i don’t really have any tics that manifest as Spoken Word most of my vocal tics are throat noises and sniffles. i do often find myself repeating phrases that are satisfying for me to say or that i become somewhat fixated on but that’s some other thing lmao
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pantystockingxxd · 4 months
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Pc made them wear these shirts (sorry if anyone did this already)
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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Prompt:
Both Jason and Damian think the other has died during their time with the League.
Jason, in his grief, goes back to his plans of making Batman pay and beating his replacement into the ground.
Damian goes back to his assassin training like a madman, vowing to find the person who took Jason away from him.
It all gets a little complicated when he finds out Jason may not actually be dead at all.
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gyaradont · 2 years
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Need a man who precums like a faucet
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telekitnetic-art · 7 months
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I’m gonna be honest. There’s nothing more demotivating to me as an Indigenous artist then seeing the way Indigenous ppl get treated for speaking out about racism and cultural appropriation.
It always feels nice when I get fellow Indigenous ppl telling me how they appreciate my work, so you can see what a blow to the face it is to see a fellow Indigenous artist say “hey, please don’t treat our culture and sacred objects as a costume piece” and watch in real time as hundreds of non-indigenous people emerge from the woodworks to insult them, belittle them, and worse.
It makes me so tired and sometimes I honestly have considered not posting my formline artwork publicly online because of how tiring it is seeing non-native people go out of their way to belittle native people and their culture. It feels exhausting to present my artwork and realize that a lot of people will only see it as an aesthetic or commodity at best, and will belittle me for caring about issues that impact my culture all while consuming it through my art at worst.
To see people who cling to the argument of “but it’s APPRECIATING your culture!” before turning around and calling us ungrateful or greedy for pointing out that consuming harmful stereotypes and closed practices or perpetuating appropriation is not appreciating our culture.
I always feel happy when people leave their compliments and thoughts on my formline art, but just seeing all of this negativity towards Indigenous people just for saying “hey, please don’t treat us like a costume” is just. Demotivating to me in a way that erodes at my very being.
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spiderversegf · 7 months
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a peek into my convos w my husband
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m1d-45 · 1 year
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You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.
"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."
They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."
Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.
It's a lovely night.
in the stars
word count: ~1k
-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.
-> lowercase intended
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie
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the stars never lie.
mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.
they don’t.
her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.
a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.
you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.
“are you alright?”
she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.
“just fine, thank you.”
her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.
the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?
you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.
"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”
orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…
hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.
all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.
you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.
no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…
she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-
…only a few hours.
her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.
she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.
the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…
you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.
“beautiful, isn’t it?”
she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.
mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.
“indeed, it is.”
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lulushishii · 6 months
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You’re an Angel, I’m a dog
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thyhauntedmansion · 3 months
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Since they often end up on opposing sides, occasional acquaintances turned on eachother by differing morals, beliefs, and end goals, battling until they are battered and bloody, despite knowing the ultimate outcome:
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Would they be doomed to the same fate in another world?
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Cassandra betrayed by her only friend?.. sound familiar?
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