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hel1anthus-annuus · 5 months
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Love this bitch for having multiple gender filters on. He’s transmasc, he’s a woman who’s a man, she’s nothing at all
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Please stop telling people to die. Please stop telling people to kill themselves. For the love of everything, please stop. Don’t do that.
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romansmartini · 29 days
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ideal ship dynamic: guy who’s the most mentally unstable person you’ve ever heard of in your entire life x guy who wants to bang them so bad it has them saying things like “nothing wrong with that guy. they’re completely normal and sane”
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somerandomdudelmao · 8 months
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this is so bad that people are asking you when your comic updates are so they can sleep.
Yall really SHOULDN'T do that, its messed up, im just speaking from my standpoint but hearing stuff like that i wouldn't even Want to update anymore or announce wips or anything with all this "when is it coming out? can i sleep? can i do this? is it coming out soon?" i mean asking for WIPS of the comic seems fine but asking when its coming out bc its affecting you is wild. and not good. imagine what type of stress that is on a person to know that people arent taking care of themselves until the comic comes out.
idk it feels like some of yall dont know how to act. this comic is a passion project if anything. it just seems. so unhealthy and offputting to deal with this from an audience. idk.
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mossy-aro · 1 year
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why do allos insist on viewing relationships in the most boring ways imaginable
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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wait ong imagine something where the reader is loopy from the medicine she took an accidentally tells tf141 she’s in love with them
backstory; you broke your arm slipping on icy pavement. naturally, your first instinct was to call your long-time close friend, who's now your moral support at the clinic.
you're really putting his bedside manner to the test.
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PRICE
in the midst of stroking your hair, waiting for your eyes to flutter open after getting the cast put on.
“see? all better.” he smiles warmly, watching you examine the chunky cast now setting your arm in place.
of course, sluggishly and with sleepy eyes from whatever they have you doped up on.
after a series of tired questions; how long were you out, how bad is the break, etc… you started to sober up a bit — but still sedated and slurring your words.
his fingers continued stroking your hair, moving strands from your face when you’d twitch too much.
“you’ve always been good to me. a good friend… so good to me, john.” you give a loopy smile, cherishing the feeling of his caress. “i think i’m falling in love with you. how crazy is that?”
even in the worst of states, you get the better of him.
price’s blood runs cold, the caress of his hand stopping momentarily. “oh, sweetheart, you won’t remember this tomorrow.” he shakes the confession off, trying his best to maintain his role of moral support.
you’ve made it hard. very hard.
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SIMON
didn't know how to comfort you with words — but got there as fast as he could when you called him. even though he didn't say much, it was obvious you gave him a scare, and he was relieved to find it was just a patch of ice and not internal bleeding.
promised to get you a milkshake after, so that makes up for it.
and with simon, you've learned that's a big step for him. to make promises, and to nurture and spoil.
he wanted to stay in the waiting room, but since you were in pain and pleaded for him to stay, there wasn't much bickering he could do with you. besides, you were drugged up; what could possibly go wrong? ...right?
sat in the chair beside the exam table, he tapped his foot anxiously while the cast was being put on. he didn't say much, but his focus was mainly on you or what the doctor was doing with your injury.
one of the few perks the horrors he'd seen; a broken arm is nothing to squirm about.
the confession happened when you were about to be discharged. after all the paperwork, simon held all your things for you without question, to prevent any strain on the fresh cast.
you wouldn't get up right away. you needed to say something.
"wait, wait..." you shrugged off his hand when he attempted to help you climb off the bed, glossy eyes staring up at him. "thank you. for everything you've put up with. i'm starting to— to see things differently. with us, si."
years and years of tight friendship. could it even be labeled that anymore?
shifted awkwardly for a few moments, unable to keep eye contact when you were so vulnerable. he wasn't in a place or state to unpack his complex feelings for you. "c'mon, love. lean on me." he motioned, allowing you to stumble against him as he led you out.
even though you didn't get a clear answer, there were a hundred things he wanted to say.
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SOAP
he was with you when it happened. a night of hanging out in front of a movie and enjoying takeout. you stepped out to take out the trash and ended up slipping on the ice and landing all your weight on your arm.
you phoned soap, who was still inside your place — completely oblivious to your injury.
already, it wasn't a good ending to an almost seamless night. you were enjoying his company, still stifling feelings like you had been for so long.
and now, sitting in the hospital bed. a scowl on your face while brandishing a new cast. "do ye want me to sign it?" soap asked, half-joking and half-not. you shook your head, getting chills as he placed a gentle rub on your shoulder.
you dizzily sat up on the exam table, handing him your belongings so he could carry them. "i ruined tonight, didn't i?" you asked, despite having no cause for the question.
soap scoffed and chuckled, knowing it was most likely the heavy sedatives talking. "oh, don't be like tha'. it's not a night out without some broken bones." well, he wasn't wrong. nights with him often ended in accidental bruises.
softly, he let your head rest on his shoulder as he walked you past the waiting area, and out to the veranda, where his car was already waiting.
"johnny..." you muttered against his chest, your words garbled from the medications. "i love you."
shaking his head, he opened the passenger door and helped you inside. hovering over you as he buckled you in, you smelled his cologne — the scent you'd learned to crave. "aye, i'm irresistible. but you're off your face."
he brushed it off with humor, but his expression didn't lie. the feeling in his chest didn't lie.
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GAZ
determined to stay in the room with you while they put the cast on, in case you wanted to hold his hand. even though you wouldn't feel any of it, seeing you in agony on the drive there was enough.
when the nurses finished, leaving you with an inconvenient sling and cast, he did his best to lend you support. "i broke my wrist once, during gymnastics. think you can top that?" gaz spoke to distract you, probably fluffing the details of the embarrassing juvenile memory.
your senses were foggy and sluggish, but you were lucid enough to speak. and the sedatives gave you an inkling of confidence to confess, which you otherwise wouldn't have.
your uninjured hand clutched his, playing with his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze, "i think we should be more than friends. i mean... you're always with me, i'm always with you. it just... makes more sense." you murmured nonchalantly, as if not dropping a major bomb.
his natural reaction was to shake his head and smile, despite a flood of nerves arising at the confession. whether he felt the same or not—and he did—he couldn't admit it like this.
with you, halfway lucid and in a sterile environment. it wasn't right.
gaz did his best to change the subject, sure to try not to bring this up tomorrow, "how about we get out of here first? let me set you up at home and then... we'll go from there."
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clown-eating-pig · 2 months
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I was telling my little sister about Gertrude Robinson the other day and she said something that kind of made my brain explode. I was explaining all of the terrible things that Gertrude did in the name of saving the world and how, on the opposite side, Jon avoided doing a lot of terrible things but ended up dooming the world anyways. She responded with the classic, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
And idk it just really struck me. Bc, between Jon and Gertrude, which of them had better intentions? Which one of them ended up in hell?? Crazy crazy crazy to me bc I’m pretty sure it could apply equally to both of them.
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ahalliance · 6 months
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i think it’s so fucking funny how all the tryhards just saw red this event like they all regressed back into a primal state of disassociated being and heard whitenoise for most of the event . bbh did not have to kill slimecicle 4+ times and hide his corpse and do the gazillion other things he did fit did not need to double tap tina roier did not have to be that reckless and horny for murder but at the same time they had to because they had no choice they were completely and utterly possessed
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1111-sunset-circle · 3 months
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i love f/os and s/is with a big size difference. are they smaller than you or bigger? please tell me more about this dynamic in the tags
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alithetiredartist · 7 months
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fanfic writers ily. just thought you should know <3
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mossflower · 1 year
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if i had to guess the plot of the shadow & bone show based on tumblr posts i would have literally no idea who alina and the darkling are bc all of you are 100% laser focused on the crows at all times
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storybookprincess · 2 months
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a tendency i’ve noticed in myself, and one i really try to fight against, is the inclination to treat feelings as emergencies
what i mean by that is that when i find myself in a moment of sadness or anxiety or overwhelm, my knee jerk response is to go “how can i fix this?? how can i make this better?? maybe a cup of tea will help?? or should i call a friend?? do i want to take a bath??” & perhaps i’ve just been acceptance & commitment therapied within an inch of my life, but i don’t think that’s always the most useful response to moments of distress
i mean, feeling down sometimes is just a part of life, and, in my opinion, a necessary and important part of life. and for me, oftentimes just saying, “yep, this is part of the human condition. our wide ranging emotions are a gift, but the that gift does mean that we feel like shit sometimes” is a much more useful response in the long run than running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to stop experiencing a particular emotion
like i’m never going to live a life free from suffering & honestly i don’t think i’d even want to??
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cas-poisoning · 1 month
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The way people write John in fic bothers me so much sometimes. Not to judge other people’s writing specifically, just the general fanon characterization of John Winchester. Yes he’s bad a father. Horrible. So much to unpack there. Yet I find it so disappointing when I go to read a fic and he’s like. Cartoonishly villainous. Excluding the fans that actually like John (which is even more crazy), it feels like everyone treats him as like this big bad one dimensional monster which imo is a disservice to the complex relationship Sam and Dean have with them. It’s also a symptom of a broader pattern in media, or even real world events. It’s so much easier to flatly paint anyone bad as inhuman, one dimensional, and just plain evil. Monstrous. But the reality is, every horrible person is still a person. Humans are capable of the evil we do, not monsters.
So when it comes to John, like yes, he is deeply deeply flawed. He really hurt his kids. But often when people write him, it feels like he makes all of his terrible decisions for the sake of being mean and terrible and abusive, which undermines the dynamic because the reality is people can be abusive or neglectful or toxic without being a complete monster 100% of time. It would almost be easier for Sam and Dean if John had actually been like that. But he was their father, who did what he thought was best, and loved them even if he didn’t show it. They have fond memories with him. He’s their father. Which is what makes it so hard for them to actually unpack the trauma they have, because it is so so difficult to realize a person you love is actually actively hurting you. Harder than realizing a villain in your life is just being a villain.
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sailorsally · 3 months
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SHIPPING RPF IS ACTUALLY OK!
Here are my thoughts on this:
1) the F in RPF stands for FICTION
So guess what? Every biopic you have watched? RPF. Every book you have read about people that have existed? RPF. As longs as it’s to some degree “based on real story/people”, yup, you guessed it! RPF
2) it's nobody's fucking business what you ship
As long as you don't bug the 'real people' of the ship about it, you are good!
Hope this helps! 👍
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brother-emperors · 1 month
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Did you used to like Mark Antony and dislike Cassius? What changed your mind ?
honestly the condensed version of events is that Antony and Brutus became uninteresting, extremely boring as POV characters to me at the same time for the same reasons, that prompted me to look closer at Cassius, and then I decided to spend two years trying to untangle Cassius from Brutus which completed my transformation into a part time Cassius apologist
like, both Antony and Brutus are still compelling figures, it’s honestly the versions of them in media and pop culture that I personally dislike and find boring because it’s not discussing anything I find interesting & frequently I feel like my time has been wasted, while their historical counterparts is more of a ‘wow I hate what you’re doing, keep it up!’
and ofc: the general passage of time. you get older. things that interest you change. being a hater as a recreational activity is fun. variety is the spice of life. people who write about Cassius are delivering poetry and I’m not immune to it. etc etc.
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year
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When people say there’s no evidence of queer-coding for Mike in s1… as if this isn’t the most epic example of queer-coding in the history of television:
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