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flowergirlmiwa · 7 months
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juniperjellyfish · 5 months
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They always ask, “WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?!”
But never, “How’s the bite of 87?”
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dominimoonbeam · 3 months
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Oh man. The D20 campaigns have made me choke up so many times, for the sheer beauty and brilliance, and deep character moments... but just now, watching The Seven with these truly incredible and hilarious women, when Katja was confronted with the memory of her childhood and no adult coming to pick her up after school and having to realize that her parents would never share in her childhood because that childhood was over--that no one was ever coming for that little girl--and her response was to tell herself that it was okay, because even if her parents hadn't been there with her, she was, and she fucking picked up herself and carried her and I AM FUCKING BAWLING BECAUSE THIS SHIT HIT A MARK THAT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR!
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conservative-leo · 2 months
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Sometimes I don’t understand why April doesn’t want me. I try so hard. I buy her flowers. 🌹💐I call her pretty. 😍 I open the door for her. 🚪I showed her my ankles. 😳God ⛪️🛐🙏✝️said that sometimes we must lament. So I have one question God✝️🛐🙏⛪️
why?
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randomsunny-fan · 1 year
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TW: emotional 😭
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rorywritessmut · 1 month
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I am looking for advice.
I got married at 20 in 2017. I had decided then I was non-binary of some kind. Told my now husband that I am enby and he accepted it, we got married.
I came out to him as poly sometime ago and he firmly denied it. Still denies it. I’ve decided to not act on it out of respect.
Now, almost 7 years later he’s angry with me for pointing out we have a queer relationship. I did so publicly and he got some jabs because of it. I bruised his right-leaning ego. I think when we were young he expected me to grow out of being queer. He hates it when I correct people who say I’m straight or cis. He doesn’t respect the use of my she/they pronouns and does not defend me behind my back.
Overall, I don’t feel like my husband is a true safe space for me. Being AFAB, forced to wear regular femme clothes, and treated purely like a woman has contributed to a decline in my mental health. When I’ve pointed this out before he’s just shrugged me off.
I feel like I’m not living fully either. I’m stuck and confused and so much other stuff.
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froskii · 6 months
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finsjed my animatyon of yech! 1
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tedhead · 2 years
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my guncles leaving the family gathering an hour after they got there
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roguebebe · 1 year
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so high i got emotional when i searched up “archive of your own” by accident and google hit me with “archive of our own”
like yeah
it is 🥹
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shoot-of-corruption · 8 months
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(( Vibe check:
Frustration 🤝 depression))
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glacier-ate-god · 1 year
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He is going to drown UwU
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bewaitingbelow · 1 year
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come back come back come back to me eli
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lacystar · 2 years
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He just watched me... He just wanted to watch me...
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stardreamt · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Vecna (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, friends to lovers to strangers to lovers, Punk and pastel, Hopeful Ending Summary:
Steve and Eddie stroll through Trope City
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I got inspired ;)
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unlogical-ella · 2 years
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Hormones are making me sob with every cute thing I see/hear. My p*riod is making me an emotional mess
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something about realizing that your entire concept of masculinity is based in your memories of your dad before he checked out emotionally from. Everything.
He used to bring me a glass of water when I cried. He always indulged my weird make-believe and he made me tea and he was upright and quiet and wore sweaters and stiff plaid button down shirts. I sat on his lap and he taught me to read. He would use my stuffed animals to help me with my math homework—when I finished a problem my stuffed squirrel would give me a kiss. When I was sick he would always kiss my forehead and tell me I was a trooper. Now he goes to work every single day and he doesn’t even think about me.
I know it wasn’t ever as good as I remember. But I feel like I’m trying to become that guy. With a straight back and a patient voice who gives care and attention and lots of love. I don’t know how to feel about that.
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