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carlav-blogs · 3 months
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I hate joining the fandom discourse because I understand that everyone’s hc are different but could we please stop the whole unattractive people can’t be loved train?
Remus is allowed be a wet noodle and he is allowed to look like he is dying and Sirius could STILL find him attractive and love him. He doesn’t have to be tall and buff for him to be loved.
Please go to therapy if you think only conventionally attractive people can be loved.
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gay-casscain · 9 months
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happy birthday to everybody’s favorite perpetual teenager
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heelcody · 1 year
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speedrunning becoming the Cody Mutual
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onearmedlegend · 3 months
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GUYS. GUYS. NEW HARRINGROVE FIC. ITS OUT. TAKE IT FROM ME.
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lesbianfakir · 1 month
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I promise I am not scary I am Just Some Guy with a blog, if any of you want to chat I love making friends online.
I will warn you I live with chronic “oh my god I forgot to reply and it’s been too long now oh no” disease but like you can just send me another text to remind me and I’ll be like yay okay it’s socially acceptable to reply now
Anyways all this to say I love getting asks and I love chatting with people online, feel free to reach out!
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thatoneacecryptid · 3 months
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I would like to apologize for anyone’s feed I have saturated with Hazbin Hotel
I tried very hard to be normal, I have failed
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stelar-time · 11 months
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The Stanley Parable should update during pride month with an exclusive version where the Narrator is gay
The joke is that it’s the exact same game
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sydneyofalltrades · 10 months
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I wrote this for @worm-on-my-way and them only hehe
Mentions of gore, be wary
“Come on, Moni!!”
Moni shook her head. “I hate rollercoasters, Connie! You guys go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”
The others turned to her. “You sure,” Ricky signed, “We can all go home if you want.”
Moni nodded. “Go! Go, have fun. But before that!”
She held up her phone. “I know you don’t like pictures, Pen, but just this once?”
Penny beamed. “Sure!”
The others grinned and Moni took a picture of the crew. She smiled.
“Go! Have fun! I’ll just be at the concessions getting cotton candy.”
“Ooh, get me and Constance some,” Ocean said. Moni nodded.
They all walked to the Cyclone and Noel turned around to his sister.
“Hey, Mon.”
Monique turned to him. “Mhm?”
He hugged her and she was taken aback. “What’s this for?”
Noel just smiled. “I love you, little sister.”
Moni smiled back. “I love you too, big brother. Now go!”
She hugged him and he ran to meet the others.
Moni smiled and went to get some cotton candy. She sat on a bench and watched the rollercoaster. Watched it race across the track, up to the top, and then she heard the screams.
The odd sounds of metal clashing against itself. The rollercoaster seemed to detach from the rails, falling, falling.
Moni jumped up to her feet and ran.
“It can’t be them. They could still be in line. They might already have had their turn. No, it’s not them. It isn’t them.”
A phone was falling, and Moni caught it before it touched the ground. She froze. She couldn’t be holding Mischa’s phone. Billions of people have this phone.
But the screen flashed to life and Moni’s heart dropped as she saw the picture Mischa would spend hours talking about. Talia’s frozen smile only made her heart pound harder.
She ran. Ran to the now fallen coaster, and found something that made her scream.
The head of a girl, with long brown pigtails and empty lifeless eyes. Moni grabbed Penny’s head and clutched it tightly as she kept going.
Ignoring all the yells, the protests, the warnings, she ran deeper into the accident. The coaster was lying broken, but she didn’t care. She needed to find them.
She needed to find them.
And she did. A pair of crutches, no longer needed, a sign that said “Vote Ocean.” Friendship bracelets shattered to pieces.
Ricky’s body, his legs bent awkwardly, never being used again. Ocean’s red hair mixing grossly with the blood seeping from her skull. Constance’s broken glasses over her unseeing eyes. Mischa’s lifeless broken body, now never able to go back home. A headless body of the girl who painted butterflies in Moni’s room.
Moni fell to the ground and searched. Searched.
And there she found him. Her brother. The only person in the world she could rely on, she could truly trust. His eyes were wide open, unseeing, staring into her soul with no light.
And she cried. Cried, cried, cried.
Her friends, her forever family.
Was no more
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kariighost · 6 months
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I’m ovulating rn and idk what the hell is wrong with me but I have never in my life had the urge to so badly have someone’s babies. Like I need to be pregnant RIGHT NOW w Levi. I want to turn this man into a father and I wanna feel a lil baby kicking. I am fertile and feral rn.
Sorry everyone.
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helloheyhihowdyheya · 7 months
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I’m very sorry about Rose Thorn Blues taking so long. If anyone is still interested in the story, would you rather I put out a shorter part soon-ish or take longer but the part is fully complete (or finished, if this ends up being the last part)?
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vntey · 3 months
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i understand and will do your dailies for you, i’ve already told her
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millietalksra · 10 months
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Gilan has Finnick Odair energy and 1000% would be a Florida boy
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ch3rie-pop · 8 months
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Silent crying is a skill we shouldn’t have to need.
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midnight-moth · 2 months
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I love the big answers to these lovely questions, nothing is excessive
That’s good! because my capacity to ramble is very very large. Especially about ghouls.
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For if my kissing you caused so much pain
I won’t hurt you by kissing you again
-Catullus
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