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kangals · 1 year
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I hate this stupid picture SO MUCH
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I see it posted EVERYWHERE online and it’s always full of comments praising it and it just fills me with rage. Everything about this image is a terrible idea. Fuck this thing.
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everysongineverykey · 7 months
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what the fuck do you mean soul brother is about brian may. what do you MEAN freddie mercury wrote a song about brian harold may that went "he's my best friend, he's my champion, and he will rock you, rock you, rock you, cause he's the saviour of the universe, he can make you keep yourself alive, make you keep yourself alive, cause he's somebody, somebody you can love" what do you mean he just wrote that and then casually told brian may about it in the studio one day and was like surprise! i've written a song about you, but it needs your touch! break out that guitar! what do yuo mean they both wrote songs aimed at each other at least once but brian wrote so many for freddie he can't remember which one he was working on at the time. WHAT DO YOU MENA
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zomb1edude · 4 months
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Oh how wonderful it is to love and be loved
#i think i love too easily and too freely but i have regretted not loving far more than i have regretted loving#or rather. regretted not expressing it#and so i will dance in my bedroom and i will send my love to anyone willing to listen to it#though love is a heavy word. please substitute in warmth or appreciation or some lighter synonym of your choosing#in short i am glad that people exist and that feeling shows up in many different forms heavier n lighter. and i call them all love#but here are some things that make me feel so wonderful to love and be loved#of course. my boy#mä rakastan tätä poikaa#just for existing but also. i just sent him the link to splinters and he said he wants to check it out because of how much i rave about it#and like 🥹 he want to read it because i loved it and it was written because i loved it and i feel so loved#and on duolingo i sent alistair an xp boost and i wasnt going to at first but i was like fuck it and then he sent me one back#and on reflex i literally said thank you habibi out loud#and its the silliest little thing but again 🥹#and then theres my friend who always offers me gum and i drew a little doodle of her todayy#and theres someone on here whos bday is soon and i wanna make them a present but shhh you didnt hear that#and omg the lahjakääryleet thing!!!!!! wahhhh its so sweet and my person is so talented holy shit but im creating something for them#and theyre creating something for someone else who is making smth for someone else and on and on who then is making something for me :D#and this other friend i havent talked to in forever and i lowkey ghosted him bc socializing is scary and when i talked to him#he was so nice he said it wasn't a problem at all and it was like we just talked yesterday even though it had been like months#and my sister who bites me the second i walk in the door shes so funny and bright and aside from the biting you can talk to her abt anything#like shes a kid but she catches onto things so fast you can't hide anything from her and it means shes so fun to talk to#i should really spend more time with her 😭#and there's just love in the world man#the girl who took my blood who was stressed and i tried to calm her down about it#the librarian who waived my late books fee#when i tell the kids i work with they dont have to do the annoying questions because theyre. duh. annoying#idk man theres a kind of love to that#im glad i can notice it and add to it#een if its such a small act love it multiplies man ok i reached tag limit now i got one more. love you#o me o life
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sk3l3t0n444 · 6 months
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this is fine im not hyperfixating on fnaf...and its totally not turning into a special interest...anyways everybodys opinion on the timeline of fnaf is dumb and im the only right one/hj
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jenjulija · 19 days
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Lately I've seen so many dumbass takes about Max even from blogs that have for a long time been supporting him that I wonder how many I've blocked and how many are left anymore🫠
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carrotpiss · 2 months
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🐰🧡🐻
#in stark contrast to most of my personal posts this is about me being happy and gay#because i need to just get it out my system bc otherwise i am just going to grab a friend by the shoulders and scream (in joy) in their face#i am dating someone and its really really nice and sweet and cute and like nothing ive ever experienced before#and instead its like every tiny little dream about this kind of thing ive managed to hold onto despite every experience otherwise and ahhhh#the lack of focus on just sex or sex appeal is so nice its like there but as a side thing so its nice and i dont feel like an object#i feel like a human person with thoughts and feelings and interests outside if that and feel safe in that and feel safe that everything wont#just be discarded if i dont want to do that like i feel like boundaries and stuff are an option! without jeopardising everything#and el likes me as much as i like them and wants and sees and communicates that they want something long term and ahhhhhhhh#i just want to cry like holy shit this is everything ive ever wondered about like i have spent so long wondering what this feeling would#actually feel like and its so good and so indescribable and ahhhhhhh#waking up on monday night and seeing them in my bed and cuddling me was just so nice i felt wanted i felt... loved#this all seems so out of left field still i still feel like i just never saw it coming but its so welxome and nice and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#my pessimism is still there but its less loud now its more learning to accept this may not be perfect forever but letting me enjoy the now#crouch speaks#it feels so nice to not be scared and to feel secure and ahhh#also it made me laugh El remembered me hitting on then at the Dgoals release show making them blush lol#i only remember the time i hit on them later at the groles show so its funny i pretty much used the same line twice and it still worked#i cant wait to see them again i cant wait to hold hands in public again i cant wait to be idiots who keep blushing too hard and accidentally#kissing eachother on the nose instead of the mouth because we are stupid and gay and pathetic about it hahaha#just ahhhh i could gush forever how perfect the 2!!! dates weve been on were and the fact they want more and more and ahhhhh#this is so lame i know i just haven't experienced anything remotely like this before and its just... wild#like wow holy shit what on earth i have been so increasingly miserablely depressed and insecure from the shea stuff last year and then this#just absolutely removed all of that i actually feel like a human person again with value
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twpsyn-who · 11 months
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Omg I forgot how sweet N's route can be ahhhh. Is like watching a teenager with a crush and I still have to finish book 1.
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invinciblerodent · 3 months
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sick to my stomach with the realization that Petyr would absolutely call Shadowheart "babe" or "baby".
and what's possibly even worse is that beneath the first layer of snark, she might even like it.
disgusting tbqh (/lie)
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llatimeria · 7 months
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Just finished The Santaroga Barrier by Frank Herbert (my dad likes to play audiobooks in the car on trips) and I didn't like it much (and there's quite a bit of Yikes in it, because frank herbert and the 1960s in general,) but the aspect I found most interesting was the concept of like. A world's subconscious desire to kill The Other.
In the book an investigator visits a small cultish town in order to investigate it for a market study after a few other researchers mysteriously died. he gets into a frightening number of "accidents" while he's there (like the former investigators) and starts believing that there was a conspiracy among the townsfolk and all of them were intentionally trying to murder him.
tl;dr, it turns out it actually was a subconscious yet intense phobia/hatred they had of The Outside they had as part of their personal traumas, childhood indoctrination into their local cult, and the LSD-like drug they were constantly on. They didn't mean the investigator any harm, if anything they were extremely welcoming, kind, well-meaning people, but this background radiation of fear and rage kept making them accidentally do things to kill him - mixing up insecticide and spices in his food, gas fumes being pumped in his hotel room after a botched maintenance job, a torn carpet tripping him off the railing of the balcony, and Many Other subtle attempts on his life that he just happened to avoid by sheer chance.
But all the townsfolk don't really think anything of it - the town doctor, especially skeptical, "diagnoses" him as "accident-prone" until the investigator begs and pleads with him for days after several brutal accidents in a row, and only then does the doctor start believing him but even then only comes up with the theory that all of this supposed malice towards the investigator is "subconscious" - later shown to likely be correct when the investigator himself, after overdosing on their special drug, "accidentally" shoves his colleague off a roof, killing him, but the investigator physically cannot see it as anything but an accident anymore. it simply doesn't reach his mind that he killed a former friend of his. it was just an accident. he just fell, all on his own.
the idea of A Town That Wants To Kill You, But It's Nothing Personal resonated with me from the perspective of being a disabled person, especially one in a generally welcoming, accepting environment. when you're disabled, not a lot of people will come to you bearing their ableism between their teeth. They'll be nice, insensitive maybe, but nice, and are often outwardly willing to accomodate you. But they also stick out their leg as you're walking along to trip you. They'll apologize, and you'll maybe even believe it, even though to you, from your perspective, it was obviously an attempt to harm you. You excuse it once, maybe twice, but after a point, you realize that this world, this community you have entered, is actively hostile towards you and everyone like you. so you start screaming it to the rooftops. you tell authorities that the world wants to hurt you, but they begin affixing labels to you like "paranoid" or "anxious". they know no one actually has it out for you, personally, after all. that would be ridiculous.
but you still keep getting tripped down the stairs. the rat poison and the sugar at your favorite coffee shop still keep getting mixed up, but only when it's your order. in the hospital, recovering from your previous "accidents", a nurse will still accidentally pump you full of saline instead of medicine.
after a point, doesn't the fact that all of these are "accidents", and that no one WANTS to kill you, just... stop mattering a little bit? Yeah, no one wants to hurt you, but they just keep doing it. They keep making stupid little mistakes. They know everyone like you who has visited their community has died or been seriously injured under suspicious circumstances, but the idea that they, themselves, could be a little bit at fault just doesn't even register to them. they don't even consider that they might have to change their ways in order to protect people like you. After all, you can't prepare for every "freak accident". Even when the solution could be as simple as "stop putting rat poison next to the sugar", every time it happens to you, or a person like you, it's just an "accident", that no one "meant" any harm, and "nothing could be done".
it doesn't cross their mind that a string of unfortunate accidents ceases to be accidents, but serious negligence. it can't cross their mind, because they're not the victims here. they only even begin to acknowledge something might be wrong when the victims are screaming in their face, day after day. even then, they come to the conclusion that even if you're right, and the community does want to kill you because you are Other, they won't immediately see anything wrong with that. To Them, the answer is clear as day: just become one of Them, and you'll be safe. They take care of their own.
#this isn't even really what the santaroga barrier is even about i just found this to be a useful structure for talking about disability#It's not... NOT what it's about??#it's definitely got themes of Otherness#but it's more about like.#My dad put it as 'how much of your individuality would you give up to live in paradise'#which is also interesting to think about but . imo if i have to give up parts of myself it would no longer be paradise#But also a lot of what the cult-town tries to get you to 'give up' is. like. Believing in capitalism#And to me it definitely feels like Herbert was on the santarogan's side with that part at least but it's still interesting that that's like#it's still interesting that That of all things is what you have to give up in order to Become Santarogan.#Like. Personally i'd have to change very little to become a santarogan. the trade off for me is not that huge#which makes the protagonist actually seem a little unhinged and unnecessarily hostile#Does daesin just want to believe in capitalism That Badly even when he doesn't understand that that's what this is about#Is it like the scene from They Live where the protagonist tries to get his friend to wear the Anticapitalism Sunglasses but the friend#just refuses point blank even though he has no reason to?#idk. it's definitely an interesting premise. but the racisms. and the misogynies. it's really hard to look past that#especially the part where one black character describes himself like#'before [santaroga] i was an ignorant [n slur hard r]. now i am an educated n-gro“#which was just. holy fucking shit. that is unspeakably awful. shut the fuck up frank#Also a part where a woman disrobes herself to prove herself to be no harm to the investigator [her fiancee]#and he says something like. 'you're so beautiful i just might rape you' and shes just like teehee thats sweet :)#Which. Bad. Very nasty. Don't say that.#And the general concept of potentially using that woman to lure the investigator into the cult. it's unclear how much of that was#on purpose on the part of santarogans but it does have this slimy Women Are Evil Temptresses That Trap Men In Bad Situations miasma to it#anyways. sorry for blabbing on and on about a 50 year old book by the same guy who wrote dune which is clearly an unquestionable masterpiece#/s.#I just had no choice in listening to this story while sitting in the back of a car on Very Empty Montana And Wyoming Highways#so I might as well rotate it just a little I guess. nothing better to do
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siren--squid · 5 months
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PLAYED ALL OF SOULSCAPE LAST NIGHT...... RAMBLING SPOILERS IN THE TAGS...... :D
#spoilers in tags#BRO THE FUCKING MEMORY SCENES TOOK ME OUT#Chase deserves SO MUCH BETTER than that woman. Im so glad they've separated. i feel so bad for the kids holy crap#i hope they get a happy ending with their father.#Jackie my sweet boy. the dysphoria battle made me cry. those bullies are shit and beating them was SO GOOD. hero boy deserves confidence#MARVIN THAT SASSY CATBOY OH MY GOD...... his memory was such a fun segment to play but ABSOLUTELY painful otherwise#I LOVE HIS FRIEND THO OMG??#hate those three money obsessed guys tho. would fight them again#honestly i have no words for Henriks memory. that was absolutely heartbreaking. i cried the entire time#the baby crying. the visual of his grief. how shattered and vulnerable he behaves the entire time.#the distorted bloody hospital was such a good representation of that mental state. the graves were so sad#joline showing up was the most heartbreaking and somber thing ever. doc needs a big hug#that was distressingly amazing.#Also cried over Bings memories. that was beautifully done and terribly sad#i understand deleting that memory. and the dialogue at the cabin door absolutely broke me#i knew that forest grave was important. the connections were so obvious.#ROBBIE MEMORY WAS ADORABLE THO. love that empty room scene#true anti also made me cry a little. poor kid just wanted a life. he deserves that so much#the ending did feel a little rushed though. like.. not satisfying in a way? there wasn't enough done it feels like.#the endings always feel rushed tho i guess?? just more with this one. im excited to see if anything ever has a satisfying conclusion#LOVED playing as cat Marvin. vent maze was good#i liked getting a whole map of the place as well?? but sometimes it feels like easter eggs over power plot#they're so fun and so good but also bro im here for story and the amount of things is overwhelming lmao /j#amazing plot and game overall#absolutely stunning
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sadlazzle · 8 months
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when i was a kid i would go into the video store w my parents and every single time i would rent the exact same video. without fail. so many times that one day the old lady cashier said i should just keep it bc i was the only kid taking it out n i loved it so much that id get it all the time. how did i only get diagnosed as autistic in my adulthood when this was the shit id do on the reg
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stonebutchloverboy · 1 year
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i graduated college today!
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harrylights · 1 year
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gonna get sappy here for a hot sec (quelle surprise)
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For months you’ve noticed him out of the corner of your eye.
As you pass through university corridors or head to the car park or browse the campus library, there he is. A blonde man, dressed in what looks like period clothing from eras gone by, and as soon as you see him, he’s suddenly ducked out of sight.
It’s not like he’s trying to stay hidden. It seems like he’s... embarrassed.
You don’t know who he is, and when you ask your friends, none of them have ever seen nor heard of him. Part of you wonders if he’s some kind of spirit; part of you wonders if you’ve just gone a bit mental from working so hard.
Then, when you go into your literature class one day, there’s an envelope on the desk of your usual seat... with your name written on it in a beautiful calligraphy.
When you open it, the contents can’t be mistaken for anything but a love letter.
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Dearest Name,
My intentions are not to frighten you, so I earnestly apologize if that is what I’ve done. In advance, I wish to state that no matter how you respond to this letter, I will respect your desires, so you needn’t worry.
To you, this is a confession. My looks may reflect youth, but I have been alive for quite some time, in a sense. My own hand stilled my breath long ago, and for that my punishment has been eternal unlife, a damnation. For so long I’ve lived thinking it a curse. If it has led me to you, however, perhaps is is rather a blessing.
No one has captured me the way you have. Your radiant smile almost wills my heart to beat again, and your gentle voice has brought color back into my life after walking with my head down in a world of grey.
This must seem sudden, as we have only shared a single conversation... but I can’t get you out of my mind. Months ago, as I lamented my current work in your university’s library, you heard me reading aloud on the other side of a bookcase. I described myself as a writer, told you of my ideas, and you encouraged me.
You spoke softly, kindly. You stayed with me until one of your fellows drew your presence away, though I cannot blame them for wanting your company. I cannot remember such a time before that I have felt so much like someone cared about what I had to say.
I have not felt like myself in several hundred years. That short time I spent with you made me feel like me again.
Ever since then, I have found myself hoping we would meet again. It seems luck was on my side that day, and never again, so I have tried to seek you out.
But my courage is laughable, for I can seem to bring myself no closer than a glance should I find you meeting my eyes. I appear to have grown quite shy as the years have passed.
This is my last effort before my bravery runs dry. Should it please you, I will be sitting by that same bookcase this evening. If you don’t wish to meet, I understand, and I will have taken my leave by 12 A.M.
In any case, no matter what your choice will be, I hope this letter finds you well, and should I never see you again, I pray all the best for you.
Sincerely yours, T. Wallis
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You don’t quite know what you’re thinking when you turn up in the library, by that bookshelf, at 11:30 that night. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. Maybe you were flattered by the sweet, timid, flowery way this man wrote.
Whatever else is true, when you show up, he’s standing there by the shelf. Pacing back and forth in a tight line, hair pulled back with a velvet ribbon, coat swaying around his knees, hands clutched to his chest. He looks like he walked right off the pages of one of those historical fiction novels on the shelf, gorgeous and ethereal.
He sees you before you start walking toward him, you think. His head snaps upward, and his eyes, those eyes... bright chartreuse, shining with an otherworldly glow, they look right through you.
It’s like time freezes as you take your steps, and with every one, you can swear you hear his apparently dead heart loose another beat.
Finally there you are, only a meter or two between you. He looks as if he’s prepared to bolt any second, to lose his nerve and abandon whatever small chance he might have with you.
“... T. Wallis?” Your voice doesn’t sound quite like you. Your own heart is hammering in your chest.
“Thomas!” he says suddenly, and he looks shocked at the volume of his own voice. He shrinks back from you, a rosy blush blossoming across his cheeks.
And, in a softer voice which matches the tone of his letter, he adds, “T... Thomas. My name is Thomas.”
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swamp-spirit · 1 year
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A lot of fantasy/historical romance webtoons hinge on the idea that I find the idea of some duke buying me very expensive dresses to be romantic.
THAT’S TAX MONEY, YOU FUCK. AND EVEN IF IT WAS PRIVATE WEALTH, NOBODY NEEDS 6 MATCHING DRESSES EMBROIDERED WITH GEMSTONES. I’M GOING TO FUCKING MARRY YOU, KILL YOU AND GIVE YOUR RICHES TO THE PEOPLE, THUS SAVING HUNDRED OF LIVES.
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rohan-defender · 2 years
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ENOUGH acrylic hate. i love acrylic actually. i think it should dry even faster btw.
#arra speaks#in my defense. i used to use watercolors DAILY in high school so I really appreciated their fast drying speed#bc by the end of class my painting would be dry and it was so fucking sweet.#style wise. i love my acrylic work more. but sniffs actually sometimes I wish it'd dry a bit faster bc that's the worst part#is having to move onto a different piece bc the big thing i wanna do isnt dry yet 💔💔💔#i did feel bad for the oil painters in my painting class tho bc they were struggling bc it was drying too fast for them#but yeah as a watercolor/gouache painter. HAKAHAJGAN i can feel the wait with acrylic.#thats the only reason im as fast as I am though. using watercolor daily will make you learn how to get faster BAJSBSNGSN#you gotta think quick so like. my classmates were like 'HUH how'd you get sm done'#but its bc i lay down flats first then i do details. i love laying down flat colors so much too.#but yea i think my prettiest paintings are my acrylic ones so its my preferred medium in that sense. but i also do love gouache.#i think switching from watercolors to gouache was the right choice for sure bc my paintings look much better in gouache#i love the way watercolor looks but i cant ever get it looking the way most ppl think of bc id lay down flat washes rlly fast#HOWEVER. laying down flat washes is so sexy with gouache holy shit. it matches my style much better#but i think my acrylic work looks even better and ive been working w/it for years#even before my painting classes too. so using acrylic was so swag#but yeah acrylic paint my beloved im so sorry you are hated on 💔. its ok your fast dry time is so so sexy to me. i understand you <3
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