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eebie · 7 months
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meteor shenanigans are the most fun to write
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nodiceafterall · 1 year
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rose022 · 4 months
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me rn. also most of the time. oh the horrors.
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driftwooddestiel · 11 months
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hiding out in the bathroom at a family function . #slay
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takumishu · 4 hours
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Just going to accept that I'm gonna have a permanent "Ugh, well fine, whatever" reaction to RFTA Edgeworth because honestly the direction they took for his character works in some ways I do find interesting, and does not work in others. And by others I mean please stop comforting and reassurring him and let there be weight to his actions here narratively.
#send post#c: Edgeworth#It's not that ''character did not do specific bad thing they were accused of and the focus is more on their enthusiastic#participation in a violent status quo rather than specific individual wrongs'' can't work. Like it does work in theory. And it especially#does w a lot of who Edgeworth is as a person and professionally being affected by him being a public figure and him taking care to try and#balance a moral compass and controlling his image and his own sense of justice; him being target to an especially nasty rumour mill and thi#contributing to his drastic complete disappearance from the public eye works and makes sense.#I just feel like there's something lost if every character is reacting to him like ''but you didn't know so it's fine!'' every time he beat#himself up regarding what he's participated in? Like sure ultimately the fact that he had to leave and work on himself and he came back a#new man is the narrative saying ''yeah there was something wrong going on here'' but it undermines the feeling of This is His Fault and He#Still Did Bad when he's the only one saying it. Then to the audience it feels more like exaggerated guilt and self-hatred rather than guilt#based on something Actual that he did wrong even if he wasn't the sole perpetrator; or even a willing one! Bc yadda yadda participating in#the system as it is without inclination towards change or moving against it makes its crimes your own.#Silver-lining is he really had the worst time of his life and I love watching him suffer (affectionate) so I had that at least#I definitely put my foot down when Lana said ''It was us who acted corruptly not you'' though like we were almost there... you almost had#it and then you said this at the eleventh hour and now I have to grumble about this lol
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alexjcrowley · 23 days
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Btw not enough cryptid lover in the f1 fandom. What do you mean none of you has an au in which they're all different monsters.
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yesterdayiwrote · 1 month
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Honestly, we've gone from 'should it have been a red or a vsc' discourse to people falling over themselves to defend race control by claiming it's fine because at least they put out yellows.
If you think that was enough, good for you, enjoy your next driver funeral, I'm sorry that their immediate safety might disrupt the flow of your precious race. I still don't think it was enough, and no amount of patronising additions to my post accusing me of not knowing what I'm talking about, or being over emotional, or my favourite one... 'being a new fan who got a bit of a shock' is going to change that.
A car, on the racing line, with a driver needing extraction assistance and a medical car, should be straight red on sight, no questions asked, no second thought, in order to relay the severity of the on track obstruction and I think race control handled it terribly.
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oncillaphoenix · 2 months
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sometimes...clothes that are sexier...are uglier
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gaminegay · 1 year
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COOL. IM NOT FROM TEXAS OR EVEN AMERICA. I HAVE NONETHELESS ADOPTED YOUR VOCABULARY AS IS FIT FOR MY NEEDS AND BELIEFS. IMAGINE
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fa3tality · 2 years
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unfortunately, i like cookie run
i stppoed playing a year ago by three days ago i picked it back up and now im slightly addicted
anyways, have this doodle
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overworked-bookworm · 11 months
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let me drop some drama on y’all — in the last year + 7 days, I:
reconnected with multiple friends from high school at a wedding I legally officiated for two old friends
realized in hindsight that I had liked one of our classmates when we were in school, who had attended the wedding and was now recently divorced
started talking to him very often and, by proxy, the husband I officiated the wedding for
started an on-off flirtation with the divorced friend — [clarification: HE started it, but I was very receptive when I realized what he was doing, it just took me a while]
became the “dump my mental health problems” friend for the husband^ who I’ve said is like a baby brother to me for *checks calendar* 12+ years
was accused by my friend’s wife AND the friend that I was flirting with that I was having an affair with the husband or at least harboring romantic feelings for him
she also accused me of behaving like her abusive mother, when I told her she was out of line for even thinking I would have an affair with (1) her husband (2) who I kept saying was like a baby brother to me
held an intervention for the husband about his ragingly out of control anxiety, where he proceeded to, like, beat the windows of the car and yell and be violent [not at me but around me and I was very triggered and scared] — after which he said he couldn’t trust me anymore because I was projecting my anxiety onto him, and he was fine
fell into an episode of psychosis because I was surrounded by people who didn’t trust me for reasons they’d all made up in their heads, and were all mad at me for ❤️
[while in psychosis] dealt with the guy I was flirting with talking about wanting to sleep with his coworker, and being very on/off + hot/cold with me — which I wrote off as post-divorce emotional problems I just needed to be patient through lmao
[while in psychosis] dealt with the husband’s mental breakdown about never wanting to get married in the first place, dragging my family and the family of the guy I was flirting with into the mess — we got the husband pink slipped and I stopped talking to him and his wife
was told by the friend that had been flirting with me that he’d been leading me on, as he proceeded to ditch me for another friend that I helped him reconnect with — but promised me that we were besties and nothing would change!! (how kind. also? he broke that promise immediately and called me difficult)
dealt with his new girlfriend lying to me about them not being together, because no!! hoes before bros, Alex, I would never date someone who hurt my friend!! but also you need to be personally accountable for feeling hurt!!
there’s more in the way they’ve both treated me since he decided he was done with me, but my therapist and I are still parsing through it
turns out I probably don’t need to be taking Ativan twice a day and sleeping after work + all night bc of the high dosage, I just needed to start cutting out bad friends! my anxiety has never been more managed now that I’ve decided to listen to every other friend that’s told me these ones were all no good for me! I do need the anti-psychotics, though. I heard voices for 2 months and it was NOT a good time.
I didn’t have this much drama in my life ten years ago when we were actual children — the next time I start posting about liking a man, someone remind me that it brings me absolute misery. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t wanted to hop on his dick 🙄🙄🙄
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pepprs · 2 years
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covid is such an evil evil disease and an evil evil thing to live through lol
#purrs#this isn’t prompted by anything im just thinking about it. i hate that thisis what life looks and feels like now and it might always be thi#way. i hate that getting covid feels like an inevitability even though i wear n95s and don’t go anywhere but work and have basically 0#social life and have put my life plans on hold to wait for this thing to pass when it probably never will. i hate that lockdown was better#and easier than this in some ways because at least back then people were still scared and there still felt like hope and there was clear(is#) guidance and free testing and vax sites and whatever. i hate that free testing and public health dashboards showing covid rates and vax s#sites and all that shit have fucking disappeared even though the variants going around now are more contagious than ever. i hate the#mortifying ordeal of being the only person (or one of the only people) wearing an n95 and sometimes the only person wearing a mask at all.#hate that so many things have been lost and we are not taking time to grieve them or make sure that we are okay and will be okay. i hate#being scared every time i swallow. i hate how there is literally no way to tell if you will get long covid and no way to reduce your chance#of getting long covid or covid at all (aside from masks) just ways to make the symptoms less severe. i hate trying to bring people together#and stay away from people at the same time. i hate all the life that covid has taken out of me and the people i love even though thank god#know more people who haven’t gotten it than who have but actually that may not be true idk. and i HATE that because of covid and how#egregiously badly it has been handled everyone is just like.. perpetually tired and sad and we’ve accepted mass illness and death and#accepted that disabled people (esp those who are marginalized in other ways) are disposable when actually no fucking human being is#disposable and everyone should be able to live happy connected healthy lives and we could’ve ended this shit in EARLY 2020 without having t#deal with any of this absolute fucking NIGHTMARE. like god. i remember sobbing hysterically thinking we would be dealing with covid for 18#months and now we’re coming on 3 fucking years and lockdown is over but the danger is even worse than it was and like.. no one cares anymor#and it fucking sucks lmfao. i am so tired. i need to move out. and i miss my friends and i miss my life and i miss having fewer things to#constantly worry about and i can’t believe how good and simple life was before this stupid shit.#delete later#i wasn’t planning on going on a huge rant lol sorry it’s just what’s on my mind this morning
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tkbrokkoli · 1 year
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a colleague of mine used to be a professional athlete in the 80s and today she showed me and another colleague photographs from back then and she casually mentioned that two of her team mates outed themselves as trans men and two as lesbians later in life and i was like !!!!!! im
#not fandom related#personal log stardate#i want to write more but im not sure what im feeling and how to express it#she used the phrase 'man in a woman's body' to mean they are trans man which i found v good actually#bc she seemed to fully except and support them. these guys and dykes should be in their late 50s now i think? idk any older queer ppl#so having an older colleague casually mention that felt v good#also they all were from a small town i think#just like me!!! i know several of my high school friends are also queer. like. me and at least 2 others#but we all outed ourselves way later. years after high school#oh fuck i just realized i completely misspelled 'accept'. i've had a long week ugh#anyway tomorrow i gotta make a horrible phone call w my broken phone and i already hate it and i'm dreading it#abt my phone. it doesn't charge anymore so i have it turned off at all times so i can make phone calls when the urgent need arises#and tomorrow i have to call electrician. not bc i want to but bc i was ordered to and i absolutely fucking hate it#*an electrician. or a janitor. idk yet#the other person who could call instead of me is just straight up rejecting to do it but it rly urgently needs to be Done#so im gonna have to step up as the mature person now and i tell myself 'it needs to be done end of discussion'#but i hate that i am always always always the person who has to take care of uncomfortable things like making phone calls and shit#like. i get it. it's necessary. there will always be phone calls i have to make. it's just. why me??? i fucking hate this shit!!! AAAAAAAHHH#anyway i should go to bed. i haven't checked my notifs yet it's been a rly exhausting week. hope you guys are ok thi#*tho
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capfalcon · 2 years
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my manager is a gay semi very supportive dude but i still!!!! hate! him lmao
dont rb
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coldgoldlazarus · 1 year
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Found an older snippet I'd written back in 2018 or so, also set in my personal fan-continuity with Jazz and Alexis. Though some of the ideas and details have changed since this was written, I still think the overall vibe of it holds up, so figured I'd post it. And this one has music!
Takes place after a big peace meeting between the Autobots and Decepticons goes horribly, horribly wrong.
A Drive In Silence And Darkness
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It was dark up in the mountains, with a moonless night sky and oppressive clouds hanging low overhead. Were it not for the reflective panels lining the road, and the rocky slopes visible on either side, Alexis could almost imagine they were driving through an empty void. As it was, even with the brights on, the view outside was almost entirely pitch black.
It was a fitting reflection of the sober mood inside, at least. Thoughts heavy with worry, Alexis couldn’t bring herself to speak, and Jazz was equally silent at first. They’d been driving like this for an hour or so now, yet aside from the road itself, there were no signs of civilization. “You holdin’ up alright, 'Lexis?” He finally asked, though for once it was unaccompanied by the cartoonish representation of his face that usually appeared on the console screen.
“I… think I’m okay, physically at least,” she answered, glancing down to make sure no sudden wounds would appear to prove her wrong. “But emotionally, I’ve… definitely been better.”
“You can talk to me anytime,” Jazz gently reminded.
Alexis took a moment to get her thoughts in order before speaking again. The red glow of the dashboard reminded her of the strange Decepticon who had appeared, and the chaos that had followed. “I still don’t understand what exactly happened back there. It was just… scary.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know any more than you do,” Jazz admitted. “But I think the ground bridge got taken out right as we were takin’ our leave.”
“Of course it would have,” Alexis muttered wearily. “So yeah, after all that, I’m worried. About us, lost in the middle of nowhere, probably without the ground bridge to take us back. About my parents, because they just had to pick now to come back home for a change, right when all this started up. About the other Autobots, if they’re doing okay after that whole… mess. About the Decepticons and whatever they may be planning now. And…” She crossed her arms, looking out the window at the dark mountainside racing past, invisible even at a mere meter away. “And I’m worried about you, Jazz. You’re acting different somehow; I’ve never seen you this serious. Are you okay?”
Jazz sighed, the sound filling his interior, before falling silent again. Alexis suddenly became aware of the noise of the road, subtly changing pitch in time with the speedometer’s needle as Jazz slowed down, just by the slightest of amounts. “I’m just tired,” he finally confessed, voice quiet. “I’m tired of hoping. Tired of thinkin’ we may just be on the track to doing a little better… Only to be proven wrong over and over and over and over. I’m tired of this war, ‘Lexis. Tired of fighting, and tired of bein’ afraid that when the day finally comes, when the war ends for real and we can all put down the guns… I may not know how to stop.” He paused for a moment, taking on a bitter tone. “Nobody else seems to remember, that’s for sure.”
Alexis nodded quietly, thinking for several long moments. “I… I think if anyone can, it would be you. I’ve seen you; you still know how to laugh, and build, and have fun, and blast music waaay too loud.” She chuckled. "You can appreciate the little things in life, more than I do at least. The likes of Prowl and Grimlock may not know how to do that anymore… But you taught me this stuff; I think you could be the one to remind them, too."
Outside, Jazz smoothly rounded a sudden hairpin turn, crossing the line and again to do so; Alexis barely felt the shift in direction. “…Thank you. I think I needed that.” he finally responded, and a simple smiley face popped up on the console; despite herself, Alexis grinned back. “And don’t you worry; we’ll get back home safe and sound, one way or another. Trust me, and I promise I’ll find that way!”
The silence that followed was different, more comforting and companionable now. Grinning contentedly, Alexis leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to get some sleep. Despite her lingering fears and Jazz’s troubled words, deep down she had a feeling that somehow or another, everything would turn out just fine.
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bahrmp3 · 5 months
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