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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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gayforcarstairsgirls · 8 months
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palipunk · 6 months
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Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
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r0semultiverse · 9 months
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Like music to my ears
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grandkhan221b · 1 month
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Songs
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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modernbaseball · 11 months
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Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself
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demonlikejudgeoffire · 3 months
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motaz saying in his video (x) that he can no longer share aerial footage of the destruction because Israel killed his friend who operated the drone camera—because they killed all of the journalists who had drones and stole their drones—is so utterly gut wrenching.
he's tired. he looks exhausted. but still he talks about rebuilding when the war ends, even if it will take years to recover from the devastation. what I'm trying to say is that we cannot lose hope for an end to this destruction
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qiinamii · 7 months
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we'll do fine.
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junewild · 9 months
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what do you say to a trans person who’s sharing after-surgery pics?
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cdfreak · 6 months
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10 am is always like Thee postless time on tumblr... students are in class job havers are at work and the unemployed are sleeping. its got the same peaceful beauty of a sunrise
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xshinina · 1 year
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*Married life playing in the background
This idea was probably funnier in my head
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ithinkheknowss · 4 months
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I watched When Harry Met Sally yesterday so now I'm curious how everyone's parents met. Any and all stories are welcome!
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chernozemm · 6 months
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infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.
and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:
Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.
The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.
Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.
the soulmate to this piece, i guess.
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ao3-anonymous · 22 days
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The average follower boops you 5.5 times factoid is actually just statistical error. The average follower boops you 1 time. Boopers Georg, who went insane and booped you 100+ times, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
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