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wispaarisen · 7 months
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Karaoke tonite, fuck yea
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53v3nfrn5 · 1 month
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“Tell me about yourself” ok do u wanna know my past trauma or my fave color?
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clarisse-doodles · 2 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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kaionyx · 5 months
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First date idea: Smoking a joint with you on my lap and scrolling through your likes on tumblr, making you read them out loud as you grind against my thigh until i’m done then picking the ickiest one to tease and degrade you about while I break you over my cock for the next few hours. ♡︎
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lazylittledragon · 2 days
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mombin pt 6 and look who showed up
(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)
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incognitopolls · 2 months
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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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inkskinned · 4 months
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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pinacoladamatata · 10 months
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Some of Margot Robbie's outfits in Barbie. MAMA IS TAKING IT
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nkogneatho · 6 months
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This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:
we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.
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evanbi-ckley · 16 days
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Oliver is big, right? He's built like a damn industrial refrigerator. But Lou is
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Lou is MASSIVE
I'm about to be such an insufferable slut on Thursday and I'm not even sorry
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frogayyyy · 20 days
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somewhere out there, there's an 11 year old zefram cochrane probably flibbity toileting or something. and one day in 39 years time, he's going to accidentally kiss a vulcan and change the timeline.
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wasyago · 6 days
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recks cleo !
she's a human btw, not a robot teehee ^_^
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jakei95 · 7 months
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Remembering Nyx and I's first date irl 6 years ago
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Jason Kicks down Dick’s apartment door with a duffle bag in hand: turns out it’s not going to work out with Danny.
Dick about to enjoy some Chinese: oh no I thought you were really into him.
Jason, sitting down with a huff: I am but it’s just not going to work out.
Dick: what happened jason?
Jason: I fucked up that’s what.
Jason: he kissed me.
Jason: and afterwards, I panicked
Jason: and, just exclaimed “golly!”
Dick, trying to not keep a straight face:…
Jason: I exclaimed it very loudly..
Dick: oh jason-
Jason clutching a pillow: I can’t step foot into crime alley again Dick, I’m going to have to burn my bridges, start over-
Dick, lightly chuckling: it’s not that bad-!
Jason, into the pillow: just put me back into my casket!!
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You ever have those moments where an idea just... won't leave your head?
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