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rosymiel · 3 months
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sighs, cracks knuckles, opens sims 4
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emeraldsworld · 1 year
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shitting myself for the pv in 12 hours you guys
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mmyashas · 11 months
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richarlyson's placenta is a conservation fluid thingy (idk how to explain) its like OH MY GODDDDD its a preservative THATS THE WORD
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astersugar · 1 year
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WOW WHAT A GOOD CHAPTER!!! SO LONG!! ALSO BIG DAY FOR ALLEN X ANYONE SHIPPERS EVERYWHERE
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I want to play minecraft with my friends!!!! I want to hop onto a server!!!! Where we all have bases!!! And pets!!!! Maybe weird lore!!! I'll traverse the mines for yall!!!! If yall help me texture my builds!!!!! Trade system baby!!!! Literally yearning to play minecraft with people!!!!! FUCK!!!!!
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museenkuss · 1 year
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Auch die Photographie hat am Gesamtkunstwerk Dekoration Anteil, mit dem sich die lebenssüchtige Gesellschaft seit der Art-Deco-Ausstellung 1925 zur Verdrängung des Ersten und als Tabuabwehr des Zweiten Weltkriegs umgibt. Sie enthebt Mannequins und zahlende Trägerinnen der Mode in eine ästhetisch sensualistische Überexistenz, die gegen das Einsickern von Wirklichkeit hermetische abgedichtet ist. Der Alles-Künstler Jean Cocteau spielt den Götterboten zwischen Kunst und Gesellschaft, Zeitschriften wie Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Verve sind beider Verständigungsebene.
– Günter Metken, aus P. Weiermair: George Platt-Lynes (1982).
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coelura · 2 years
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ough. clone wars brain. sth sth there was love but it didn’t solve anything. 
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mqfx · 2 years
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He was going to snatch the sword at first anyway, so there was nothing to be scared of, going straight for the blade, his mind playing out all the hundreds of possible moves that they might exchange in an instant. Yet unexpectedly, halfway through the air, another hand caught him and pulled him back. Xie Lian landed and looked, and saw Hua Cheng was shielding in front of him, a black jade sword piercing through his heart.
Seeing this picture, Xie Lian almost passed out, choking, “SAN LANG?!”
Hua Cheng’s face was slightly dark. Jun Wu was still waiting for Xie Lian to impale himself against the blade of Zhuxin, but seeing that it was blocked, he pulled the sword and backed off, looking rather disappointed. Xie Lian had completely forgotten that Hua Cheng was a ghost, so even if a giant hole was punched through his chest he could still jump around all lively. Even now he was still worried, both his hands covering over that unbleeding wound on Hua Cheng’s chest.
“San Lang, wh...what were you doing, so suddenly?! …”
Hua Cheng responded, “As if I’d allow you to be stabbed by it again in front of me!”
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unstablebill · 10 months
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I've been scream laughing at this for several days
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aropride · 9 months
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mangozic · 7 days
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my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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o0kawaii0o · 14 days
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ROMANCE DAWN TRIO
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bibbysstuff · 6 months
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do not worry im still gonna draw them silly and cute together teehee
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yesokayiknow · 4 months
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i hope that sometimes fifteen's psychic paper shorts out and shows what fourteen's thinking back on earth. he tries to sneak in somewhere and the guard's like this just says 'need to pick up cat food'? and fifteen's like 🥺 they got a cat
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teeth--king · 28 days
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Whoops, another wave of burnout and health hit while I was in the middle of this but hey I finally finished it. Got my first moss rain and it nearly gave me a panic attack, why the hell was Elliott so chill about it. Green!
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