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owlghosts9 · 6 months
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so, about three years ago, I was part of the Ninjago fandom. Really invested into it until I picked up another one (cue wings of fire phase) and kind of forgot about Ninjago, until this year. And can I just say that it has changed??? A lot??? Well, obviously, it was three years ago, BUT STILL???
a few examples:
Kai and Nya used to have one last name (smith) but now you can use jiang (which I love infinitely more)
there’s so many new rarepair ships, like Ninjago always had a lot, but it like tripled or something
people actually ship benthomaar and Lloyd? I remember when seabound first came out I was like the only person who ever talked about this ship. Now I see art of it and it makes me cry
people used to be totally fine with Lloyd x ninja shipping. I remember being so grossed out by it. Like why that’s a literal child stfu
NYA AND KAI AREN’T WHITE.
there’s more but I forgot
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koreandragon · 1 year
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catinyourroom · 9 months
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She is so me, I'm feeling so much like her rn, I'm going to scream and cry
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discountalien-pancake · 10 months
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Somewhere in me there is a rant about how people bemoaning the use of social cues as “refusing to communicate” are just. Petulant. You complain about people relying on social cues not “using their words” but have you ever in fact informed them explicitly that you cannot pick up on social cues? Or asked them to clarify a cue?
People who use social cues had to learn how to use them and fun fact! Loads of them are neurodivergent just like you! They are communicating but in a nonverbal language and it is not them being an asshole. They do not and cannot know you don’t understand them if you don’t fucking tell them that.
Communication is a two-way street.
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sailermoon · 1 year
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sukuna casually dodging uraume getting the shit beat out of them
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lighthouseas · 1 year
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2 DAYS UNTIL MAY 1ST.....
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starwarsrebels · 2 years
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THAT WAS JAKE
JAKE WITH THE BLACKOUT
AND AGAIN WITH THE ACCENT
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kennyomegrrrr · 1 year
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UH OH, THE HAIR EXTENSIONS AND DEVIL'S SKY ARE BACK
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crimeshq · 2 years
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*     ◟     𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑺  !     after   taking   a   look   over   the   poll   nd   chatting   to   the   other   admins   we’ve   decided   to   open   the   group   on   SUNDAY   5TH   @   6PM   CST  !
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therealvalkyrie · 2 years
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lord help me I’m about to voluntarily participate in physical activity
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brendonloverurie · 4 months
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Cindy Lou Who by Sabrina Carpenter. I'm obsessed.
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faster-than-u · 4 months
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a kiss on the temple. ( from nik on @diemauer )
keenan was surprised. while he'd definitely gotten a clap on the shoulder and such before from nik, he'd never gotten something like that before. wondering if it was wise, he turned his head just enough to kiss nik's cheek lightly. if nik wanted to, it could be shrugged off or attributed to high spirits. but it was there all the same.
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Omg this chapter is long and my eyelids are trying to fall down
Mayhaps tomorrow I can finish it.
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lover-of-mine · 5 months
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FOUR NOTHING ON THE FIRST BABY
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w0nderland · 1 year
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YEAH YOU WANNA FIND LOVE THEN YOU KNOW WHERE THE CITY IS
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ofcruelheart · 4 months
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closed to @retrbution / deaw & theo
In the opulent aftermath of the night's opera at the Metropolitan, the air itself seemed to shimmer. The grand hall, a sanctum of art and arias, still whispered with the haunting echoes of 'Per Questo Dolce Amplesso.' Bouquets rained upon the stage like vibrant cascades, fragrant gardens plucked from their roots in homage. Gifts, each a microcosm wrapped in mystery, twinkled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The atmosphere, heavy with enchantment, seemed to weave a spell around the audience, each breath they drew a silent vow to cherish this night's memory like a sacred secret. "Un Dieu, un Deaw," a titled patron might have cried from the seclusion of their box. One god, one Deaw.
Yet, amidst the splendor, a peculiar sensation had haunted Deaw's performance—a persistent, almost spectral tug, akin to a finger delicately unraveling a single strand of hair or a ghostly caress against the cheek. This presence, elusive yet unyielding, remained static through the performance but began to stir as the audience ebbed away. It drew nearer, closer, stealthily, until just a few steps away, where Deaw's gaze lifted to the broad back of a young man, his silhouette outlined by the stage lights. Dark hair, fluid as spilled ink, broad shoulders that spoke of strength.
The urge to interrupt, to confront this pull, was overwhelming, yet decorum held sway. Surrounded by affluent patrons backstage, Deaw turned, seeking solace in the anonymity of the cold evening air. A lump formed in their throat, their hands fumbled for the comfort of a cigarette, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, as if that fleeting encounter had stolen more air than their entire performance.
But then, a flame flickered to life in the darkness, casting a warm, inviting glow. Deaw looked up.
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