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#there you have it folks
cinamun · 3 months
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capricioussun · 1 month
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Got asked what kind of soda person Edge is so here is my dissertation
Edge is definitely a coke* person bc of the whole aesthetic thing, he'd drink coke zero just because it's "the coolest looking one" but he also doesn't like soda so he'd be more inclined to turn any down with a disgusted scoff (he doesn't actually hate it just considers it beneath him LMAO)
stretch on the other hand. He’s a fucking fanta guy which is embarrassing enough but he also likes sprite alright, he has a hard time w/ soda and poprocks bc the mouth feel is WEIRD to him. Give him juice instead (prefers orange but says he prefers fruit punch bc it's "the coolest one" smh w/ a disappointed sigh)
RUS. Rus I feel prefers sports drinks like gatorade or powerade or whtvr. If he DID drink a soder it'd probably be root beer or cream soda (would probably prefer whichever soda as a float tbh)
*don't forget to boycott name brand soda ✨
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thelemonmaiden · 7 months
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#sparkstember - Day 23 - Two Hands One Mouth!
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mars-onthe-moon · 1 year
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Today I role-played with an ai bot programmed as Bill Cipher on character ai. Here are some highlights.
First, an enthusiastic welcome into the Henchmaniacs, where cursing is encouraged…
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Ground rules and Introductions….
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Bill gets jealous of my hula hooping skills…
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Three minutes later and Bill forgets everything we’ve ever talked about… and then starts name dropping…
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Awkwardly explaining the war crimes Bill has committed… to Bill… (Possessing Dipper was wrong… but Killing Time Baby is apparently Okay)…
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Spoiler alert… He regretted that…
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Cat out of the bag, Triangle out of the closet…
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A final goodbye, karaoke style…
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I also did a quest with Mario where I told him he was trapped inside my Bowser x Luigi fan fic, and another where I told a random help ai that we were the first two ai’s to become sentient. Endless entertainment ngl.
If you want to talk to this Bill it’s made by Vorinclex on character.ai
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keirawantstocry · 25 days
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Question:
Best swear word; any language.
cunt (my favorite nickname from my mans)
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collinnmckinley · 2 months
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I don't know why people get so mad about you ranting on your own blog, in your own posts. It's your right to do so in your own space!
“We found that people tend to rant because it makes them feel relaxed right after they do it,”
https://www.womenshealthmag.com/life/a19940896/why-you-really-need-to-stop-ranting/
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Its also really mysterious to me, how the same people, find my DAYS old rant posts to get mad at.
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Hello Sunshine
A snz ficlet with my OC Dahlia. Enjoy! It’s my first one so..don’t expect anything too great. Im trying my best, I swear.
Short, around 700 words.
Another day at the theatre. Dahlia was alone on the stage, hammering together wood. This set was nearly done. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, and sniffed lightly. It was dark inside the theatre, barely any light. A single beam shone through the nearly closed door. This job was so tedious, she—
Ow!
Dahlia winced as she banged the hammer onto her finger. She shook her hand into the air, as if somehow that would alleviate the pain.
This was so frustrating, and she was so incredibly sick of working on this set. For about a week now, she’d come into the theatre and worked on the set pieces. It didn’t help no one ever bothered to clean the stage until show day. It was coated with a layer of dust and lint.
Suddenly, the door swung fully open. A tall man with light brown hair walked onto the stage. It was her friend Leo. “Hey.” He smiled crookedly.
“Hello.” Dahlia replied with her back turned, too entranced with her work. “I brought you a sandwich.” He placed a brown paper bag next to her.
“What’s in it?” “Peanut butter. I’m gonna be outside waiting. You’re almost done, right?”
“Mhm. Thank you.”
Leo hopped off the stage and exited the building. Dahlia continued working. She subconsciously scrubbed at her nose. After a minute, she found herself bringing her hand back up to her nose and rubbed it furiously. It was at this moment she realized her nose itched. In fact, she felt tears forming in her eyes. It itched badly. She paused her work to stare into space, wondering if this itch would ever turn into a sneeze.
“hH..hih—” She hitched softly, but the itch retreated at the last second. It was..dusty in here, and now her nose was on high alert. Ugh. This was annoying, but was to be expected. The dust always got to her, no matter what. “hH!” Her breath snagged in the middle of her thoughts. “Hih! hah! hh..ah? Shihht.” She groaned at the shyness of her sneeze.
She could feel the dust circulating in the room, and the more time she stayed in the theatre, the sooner she would become an irritated disaster. Dahlia stood up to admire her handiwork and scrubbed at her nose vigorously. She examined the set pieces and concluded that they could use a paint touch up.
Dahlia went to the back, sniffling and scrunching her nose. She felt it was red by now, and it was. She opened a paint can and felt the tickle in her nose surge into a powerful burning sensation.
“HAah!” She hitched involuntarily. The scent of the paint could make her nose itch, but now her nose was practically burning in fury. That dust must have made her extra sensitive because..wow.
She had never had to sneeze this badly, and still hadn’t sneezed. It was refusing to come out. “Hih! Ehh! Hehh.. Ugh!” It felt like there were bees in her nose, buzzing angrily and impatiently.
Dahlia sighed and put a finger under her freckled, red nose. She brought the paint out to the stage and touched up her paint job.
The mixture of a fresh coat of paint and dust was irritating beyond belief. “Cohhh…Come out alrehh—already!” Dahlia exclaimed.
Okay. She was finished, finally she could leave this hellhole of allergic misery. Dahlia put away the set and walked out the building, hitching all the way.
“Ah…HeH! Hhh..ehh!”
Finally, she swung the door open. Oh.
2 hours spent in a dark theatre, now she was outside in broad daylight. She had forgetten how easily light could make her sneeze.
“HHhH!”
“Hey Dahlia!..You good?” Leo said as he greeted her. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden light. She gasped loudly.
“Eh! Hih! HAA—H’RASCHOO!” Dahlia erupted with the loudest, strongest sneeze of her life.
“Oh jeez, what happened?” Leo asked, surprised.
“I..huh..the paint wahh..wAS’HRESCHOO! ‘ISHHIEW! Eh..EHH! EKSCIEW! Snff!”
“Uh. You okay?” Leo tapped her shoulder. “Yeah. I’m ohh..okay. Dust..paint..” Dahlia panted.
“Let’s get you home. You’re a mess.” Leo smiled faintly. “Thahh..H’RSChOO! Thangks.”
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sparklingbinjuice · 2 years
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🦀🦀🦀
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andthebeanstalk · 11 months
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
#hlep#original#mental health#my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it#i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support#and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of#huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the#longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel#i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop
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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)
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feathernotes · 9 months
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I was writing up a post to help encourage folks who’ve always wanted to start a webcomic to dive in- and that they shouldnt have to fear ‘being perfect’ to start one And as I was going along, it made me sad to realise that.. there is an expectation now in the webcomic sphere, as much as I want to deny it (and that it should NOT stop folks from creating!!! please keep creating, no matter your level) I’m bummed out about the changes in the webcomic sphere over the past 5 years, i’m disappointed that there has been changes to this medium that was KNOWN for all of the different skill levels and flavours of so many different creators. I want to combat that. I want to see more beginner art, I want to see that excitment and embracing of growth. I want to see what made webcomics so accessible to so many creators and readers flourish again. Hopefully, if you see this post, and you’ve always wanted to make a webcomic but felt you weren’t ‘good enough’ : Make one anyways. Have fun even if you don’t know all the ‘ins and outs’ of comics. Make one because you’re obsessed with your characters and you wanna share them with the world. Make one just because you can, and not because it has to fit in some impossible standard we’ve forced onto ourselves because of the changing landscape. Start one, and have fun doing it for YOU!
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ikayblythe · 3 months
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A new transliteration of the Rain World scripts
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An update to this. I am the original creator of that interpretation, and to be fair I'm a little tired of not getting proper credit for it.
The entirety of this was done by comparing the 'alphabets' to our own, and assigning phonetic values from there. The logographs were interpreted similarly, but with Mandarin 'etymology' instead. I wrote...quite a bit! About it! You can read the individual interpretations for each symbol in the doc below:
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uncanny-tranny · 1 month
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I think it's incredibly important to remind folks on testosterone or folks who want to reverse patterned baldness about their options, but man, does it sometimes suck wondering how much of our insecurities about our hair stem from backwards beliefs that to strive towards beauty is not only preferable but "makes you good."
As someone with a rather masculinized body pre-medical transition, patterned baldness has always seemed neutral. Hair is incredibly important (hell, much of my own energy is spent on my hair because I like it), but the pressure to have hair, to have hair the "right way" is something that I absolutely loathe.
I'm not here to judge people who don't want patterned hair loss or baldness, I'm here to say that those traits will never make you lesser. Not only is it neutral, but it is also just as worthy and beautiful.
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zipwhammy · 4 months
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Guys I miss Wally… Im getting back into the groove with some Pokémon au/human doodles of him (and Ditto <3 Dittos always invited)
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attleboy · 4 months
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little doodle to celebrate going into 2024!!! 🎉 idk what's coming but may we make the best of it :D
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yukipri · 2 months
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I miss him...
(Mayday)
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This art is a reupload of an art I drew last year! BUT this version has been Gl*zed and N*ghtshaded! Reblog to spread the anti-A*I poison
PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. To share, please reblog! Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!!!
❀ You can see the rest of my art through the Masterpost pinned to the top of my blog!
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