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youhaveahomeinmyheart · 7 hours ago
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Sunrise, Abram. Death. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a knife, must be in want of a pipe dream
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impishtubist · 13 hours ago
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Who is going to write me the Sirius-railing-Charlie-Weasley fic that I deserve
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zarajqegymnastic · 15 hours ago
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explosivecitrus · 2 days ago
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a sapphic has ONE formative experience with one video game in her youth and now any time she watches robot scifi for the rest of her life is saying "does this give you portal vibes? is it just me? glados did it better but that's just me"
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fistraid · 8 months ago
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you STAB marcy? you stab marcy like shes nothing? oh! oh! death to andrias! death to andrias for One Thousand Years! 
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sameshork · 4 months ago
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i finally watched them and the brick movies made me cry <3
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suitedmen · 8 months ago
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neosatsuma · 17 days ago
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cannot stop thinking about this transition in 1x05
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womchi-kun · 10 months ago
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I imagined the situation like this
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suitedblackmen · 6 months ago
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travelroute66 · 2 months ago
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Wagon Wheel Motel neon at night. From 2012.
This image is available. Find it in my Route 66 Collection: http://frank-romeo.pixels.com/
"The Fine Art photography of Frank Romeo."
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himfahn · 3 months ago
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yinkanaturalista · 29 days ago
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Dark skin. 4C Hair. Nigerian.
IG: YinkaNaturalista
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lousydrawingsforgoodpeople · 5 months ago
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shiftythrifting · 5 months ago
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Anxiety shirt from Del City, Oklahoma 
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3amsnek · a month ago
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Today I offer y’all,, another redraw! this time of this drawing I did right after SvS redux first came out (which, holy heck that was a long time ago, I’ve been meaning to get around to redrawing this for a Very long time and here he finally is)
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Reblogs > likes, please don’t like this if you’re not going to reblog it
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that-cloud · 3 days ago
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yes, I saw the movie. I needed more, so brain said what if.
Now I'm here, starving for more content.... I need more spider brothers.
and I added Miles because yes.
Give me more, Tobey being the older brother trying to be the responsible one, while Andrew is the middle brother menace, enabling Tom. Miles shows up, throwing everything out the window. They are all trying and they are idiots. Don't let the spider boys alone pls, they have been through enough.
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bomberqueen17 · a year ago
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the way repression works
I’ve seen this before. I’ve seen this all before. 
Let’s go back to my time in an elite boarding school in Britain. I went there as an exchange student, after my senior year of high school. I was in the Upper Sixth form, and the girls in lower forms wore uniforms, but L6 and U6 didn’t have uniforms. We were expected, instead, to adhere to a dress code.
It said “professional attire”, and said “nothing too casual”, and was very clearly open to interpretation. When in doubt, they said, go to one’s house warden, and present yourself, and she would decide whether your outfit was suitable.
That’s all well and good if you’re wealthy, but I was not particularly wealthy, and had come with a very small baggage allowance. I bought myself a pair of trousers, which were quite expensive and that I thought looked quite smart, only to find that the house warden considered them unsuitable. I could not return them, and was stuck with a pair of trousers I could not wear, and no funds or opportunity to replace them.
I loaned them to a friend, who was thinner than I was. (I was and am quite fat.) On her, they were looser. On her, they passed muster; she could wear them to classes. She even asked specifically, and the house warden approved them.
The problem was not the trousers. The problem was my body. But the problem was mine, either way. I saw similar issues with the very few non-white girls at the school; they were held to much higher standards of dress than the white girls. The fat girls, the brown girls, the gender non-conforming girls, all of us together had to spend extra time and money on our appearances not to get caught up in the subjective enforcement of the dress code that got us harassed by the various authority figures. I spent most of that year in an ugly blazer and a midcalf skirt I hated but that teachers didn’t look at. (And, oh yes, when I started having an affair with another female student, the scrutiny intensified, and I was almost expelled. Fat, foreign, and queer wasn’t a good combo for getting left alone.)
Before you think, this old granny is ranting, understand that I am talking about censorship. This is how censorship works. It suppresses deviance. And it may seem straightforward what deviance is, but anytime it’s subjective, it is not straightforward. And the very idea that all content has to pass through some filter before it is presented, that’s censorship. That everything must be subject to controlling decisions? that’s censorship.
“I know it when I see it,” the censor says. And then where does he look? He looks at the outspoken. He looks at the nonconforming. He looks at the “troublemakers”. He looks at the outliers. He looks at the ones that don’t look like him, and don’t talk like him, and don’t think like him.
The ones who are like him, he lets slide. “They don’t mean it like that,” he says. “They mean well.”
No graphic depictions, it says. Nothing hard. Nothing too dirty. What does that mean? What does it ever mean?
It means, nothing I don’t like. It means it’s not up to you. It means Only things I think acceptable. It means accept control. It means conform and be nice to us, and we’ll let you do what you want, provided you stay Acceptable.
It means I don’t participate in any exchanges or events with subjective content limits. It means if it’s not for everybody it’s not for me.
It means, yeah, probably I could be acceptable, probably my stuff wouldn’t trip their subjective filters because I have Acceptable tastes, but I know what it’s like to be marginalized and I’m not going to trade on my passability to leave my marginalized compatriots in the cold.
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warandpeas · 10 months ago
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suitedblackmen · 4 months ago
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