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We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.

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I love how many of us looked at this abject tragedy, slapped the roof of it, and went “this bad boy can hold so much of the joy and tragedy of my human existence”

Wanna write a fic where during the infestation, when the Not-Them gets out, it doesn't become Sasha. Instead, it follows her around, just out of the corner of her eye. They exist as separate entities that slowly collide and become one, like watercolor paints. Eventually, they reach a point similar to Michael or Helen. The Not-Them has become attached to life as a person with an identity and the bonds that come with it. Sasha has, oddly enough, become attached to the Not-Them and takes comfort in the knowledge that she's never alone. They have an agreement on who gets to be Sasha and when. Sasha uses her first name while the Not-Them uses her middle name so the Archival Crew knows who's fronting.

Just thinking of all the ways I could project my identity issues onto this.

#tma #the magnus archives #sasha james

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Libstick and piss ass are my personal favorites

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art by Lil_Sammy89 on twitter!!

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Something something, tumblr's only joke

ID: An illustration of a small flower fairy flying next to a walrus. The fairy points to one hand to the left and the other to the right, saying, "I'll try these doors, you try those, and maybe we'll find someone who can help!" The walrus replies, "Okie dokie." End ID

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I love love love the moment in Gideon the Ninth where the Third challenges the Sixth in a clearly unfair move, and Gideon, half-on-instinct, still faking a vow of silence, simply unsheathes her sword, at which Harrow doesn't miss a beat and says her "The Ninth House will represent the Sixth House" line, while Gideon just smiles.

In Gideon's head this is "I am not standing for this shit anymore. For the love of God, Harrow, please understand what I'm doing and back me up here. Oh thank fuck you've got it. I'm so happy I could kiss you."

In Harrow's head this appears to be "For fuck's sakes, Nav, what do you think you're doing. Ok, think. Can't give anything away. Have to project unity, but fuck you, Griddle, for making me do this."

But for everyone else this is the legendary, mysterious, terrifying, bone magicians of the Ninth House, with no warning, stepping between the Sixth and the Third. The skull-faced cavalier who hasn't said a single word simply drawing her sword. The shockingly powerful and inscrutable necromancer matter-of-factly declaring an alliance that no-one, even the supposed allies, knew about. The sinister smirk on the cavalier's face. And the line from Harrowhark: "Death first to vultures and scavengers."

I love it so much and I love additionally the moment that this sets up in the climax, which is essentially the same emotional beat, the key changes being 1) both Harrow and Gideon have become open and vocal with each other; 2) both Harrow and Gideon are working together consciously as well as instinctively; 3) their opponents don't back down so they follow through. "Nav, show them what the Ninth House does." "We do bones, motherfucker."

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You have the kind of penis autism that causes delusions. You see women where there are no women. Get help.

alright so you’re most likely a radfem who’s mad at me because i said to stop pretending like you’re the victim when a trans woman gets mad at you for attacking them. but holy shit this ask is baffling. penis autism. huh.

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this article is behind a paywall but i'm obsessed with the headline + photo combo

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Bleeeeugh om niom niomniom blereegh

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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

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you know this fucking tune

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Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on

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if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost

take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle

fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism

now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning

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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

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I’m thinking more about Appalachian dialect & colloquialisms. When someone looks exhausted and totally worn out, have you ever heard the phrase: