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hawkeyeslaughter · 6 months
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hey , don’t cry . 256 episodes of mash to watch . many enjoyable . all with hawkeye . okay ?
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gooopy · 4 months
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People need to give scout more body hair. She deserves it hashtag feminism
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saturnsorbits · 2 years
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One day I’m going to write an Ochako character piece where she gets sick of standing in Deku’s shadow and breaks off their relationship in order to find herself - only for the media to begin constantly linking her to other Hero’s in the hopes of causing/unearthing drama.
She loses herself, succumbs to the idea that she’ll only ever be as good as the males she’s attached to and sinks…
It’s funny, she thinks, for someone who can control gravity - she sure does feel heavy.
#I want her to make a badly timed pass at Bakugo - The media have already labelled her a home wrecker;#she might as well prove them right at this point.#She’s drunk and sinking and obviously in pain; but Bakugo let’s her down gently…#There’s a rough sympathy in his voice when he says:#‘The fuck you playing at Cheeks? I’m taken. The fuck do you want me for?’#She hiccups; tears already beading her lashes: ‘You’re the number two.’#‘The fucks that got to do with anything? You’re in the top fucking ten.’#‘Doesn’t matter…’ She sighs. ‘Only matters who I’m fucking; doesn’t it.’#‘Who the fuck put that kinda idea in your head? You’re an incredible Hero in your own right; anyone who can’t see that is fucking stupid.’#She dissolved into tears then; blubbering about the media and womanhood and skin tight fucking suits…#By the time she’s done she’s dog tired and Bakugo swings her over his shoulders before taking her home -#- and tucking her into the bed in your spare room.#Of course you wake up when he slinks into bed; a hand scrubbing down his face as he relays the night.#‘It’s bullshit.’ He tells you. ‘She’s one of the strongest people I know.’#‘I know.’ You nod and take his hand. ‘I think she just needs a friend right now…’#She eats breakfast with you in the morning and apologises through mouthfuls of toast. You wave her off; ask if she’d like to get lunch -#you know a place. You say.#(There’s something here about women uplifting women and female bonds; but I’m too dumb to put it into words right now…#I just think she deserves more - as both a character and how she’s often treated within the fandom.#Idk. I love the women of MHA 🤷🏼‍♀️)
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year
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Voyager insisting that Tuvok and Janeway never go into each others quarters - meanwhile I (the arbiter of truth) know for a fact that they are always in each others rooms, occasionally wrapped up in the same blanket, sometimes falling asleep in the same bed etc.
#Voyager writers are liars and cowards#they are best friends and by god...if I have /anything/ to say about it they're gonna be so comfortable and intimate with one another...#and I have a /LOT/ to say so v_v they are#Tuvok&Janeway are like...all other Vulcan-Human friendship goals to me and that's how I think of them interacting in my mind's eye#No one else can even touch Tuvok's shoulder without him looking like alarm bells are ringing but then you see#Janeway resting her chin on the top of his head and complaining about something which Tuvok replies to - getting a laugh out of her#Tuvok is Janeway's oldest friend and the only person she has an uncomplicated relationship with aboard Voyager and I want them to act likeit#She vastly outranks everyone else and Chakotay is Maquis + in love with her so that's complicated...Tuvok should be the guy she#can really just let loose and be herself with (especially earlier in their journey)#I love two people who seem to be (and are) very serious but when they get together they get a lil goofy with it#Everyone on Voyager thinks Janeway & Tuvok sit around drinking tea and being serious when they're alone together#but really they're hardcore goofing off (AFTER work is done of course) bc they really deserve it...life is hard in the delta quadrant#they deserve a little 'drink a milkshake as fast as you can in an unspoken competition to see who gets brain freeze faster'#st voyager#Tuvok#Janeway#Janeway only going to Tuvok for advice? BOO. Go to him so you can annoy your best friend with random bullshit
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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months
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if i imagine the doctor getting cuddled enough, it’ll fix me. that’s how that works.
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transfemzedaph · 4 months
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skizz and zed girls 👍
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mainfaggot · 3 months
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i ran into my ex ex crush on the elevator while rushing to my evening class and I didn't even get to say hi but I think she recognized me when we made eye contact
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yotd2009 · 4 months
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The Coworker called an 8 year old seductive today
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with the armor skins sale going on, I finally managed to snag the last pieces I needed to finish Flourish AU Pirkko's look.
a proper photoshoot is coming soon...
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holyhakunon · 10 months
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i honestly don't find the costuming on hotd to be particularly cohesive but i do like it
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funerals · 9 months
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I don't think I've told yall but im like devastated rn bc for some reason one of my several undiagnosed chronic illnesses likes to randomly pop up and for a month or so make my hair break off super easily and get really thin and I shed really bad and I have no idea why but this has been happening recently and me being fucking stupid didn't think hey maybe it's a bad time to bleach ur hair while it's obviously weak and I bleached like the bottom half of my hair and it was like finally to my mid back after I've been growing it out from a buzzcut for like 4 years and I was finally happy with the length and now half of the half I bleached has broken off and the other half is gonna half to be chopped off bc there's giant chunks missing from the bottom half and it's really obvious what's left cant cover what's missing 🙃
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roseband · 9 months
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ew he's in nyc for some boring luxury brand's launch
#personal#they're livestreaming it tho..................i could also work from phone/minilaptop and go to meatpacking lol#but i wont that's...... too much#i never get like... the minimalistic luxury brands tho... if im gonna buy any high end designer#it's either karl lagerfeld shoes (yes i know what he is.... they're all samples cuz im a 6 shoe lol and i got em for $15)#OOOOOooOOoor me being tempted to get moschino or and other stories when it's in nordstrum rack or c21#there is soooo much moschino on sale at c21 rn like two season's ago's line... but it's still too much for me to justify buying lol#like i am the biggest clutterbitch aesthetic forever and always#im not sure what i'm wearing for eric's two concerts but i have my the rose concert outfit planned already#like i'm wearing this rlly cute corsetted crop top with a rose pattern fabric with off the shoulder long sleeves#(which i'm soooo sad bc i got it at goodwill and like it was $5 but i looked up the brand and it's rlly expensive :<<<<#which means i can't just buy another thing from the brand but it fits super well lol)#and then either black flared slacks or vintage tripp cargo pants#and my usual platforms for concerts cuz theyre the only comfy enough shoes that give me height#and im borrowing a hat from my mom that looks like leo's in alive and making a rose corsage choker similar to the freepeople one#FOR ERIC i'm thinking one night this plaid green blazer i have with a black turtleneck and a tulle skirt but it might not be cool out#i could try to convince my mom to loan me her long leather jacket like eric's in the mv LOL#it doesn't even fit her anymore so she should just give it to me *grabby hands*
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svampira · 1 year
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im starting to put muscle back on very glad ^^
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fingertipsmp3 · 2 years
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Idk which pad company needs to hear this (actually I do, it’s all of them) but the reason I ‘don’t feel comfortable doing sports on my period’ isn’t because of the pad, it’s because my fucking uterus is shredding itself and I am in agony
#liiiiike… i have no patience for this shit#i’m not on my period right now but when i am; i feel bloated. i have a constant headache. i get lightheaded and drowsy and sometimes dizzy#sometimes i get nauseated. i’ve never actually thrown up while on my period but i’ve had to hold down vomit#i get digestive issues. either i’m constipated or.. the other thing.#i feel agonising pain in my abdomen that feels like my uterus is being shredded with small knives. on top of that; my lower back will ache#as if i’ve been kicked; and my thighs will hurt as well#usually i get tender breasts. sometimes my shoulders will end up hurting from not wearing a bra or from lying in weird positions#to try to abate my other pains#on top of this i am such an emotional mess that i could bite someone’s head off or scream and cry over very small things#and i either lose my appetite completely or eat everything in sight. no in between#with this in mind…… the reason i do not exercise on my period is not because of the pad or whatever i’m using#leaks are the last thing on my mind; faaaaar behind staying alive and remaining functional#there is absolutely no fucking way i am expending more energy than the bare minimum that is required of me#so stop with the fucking yoga shit and the ‘we want you to feel confident :)’ i will bite you#sorry for the like.. massive amounts of tmi. this is just a big pet peeve of mine#can ads for period products just say a basic ‘comfortable; secure; leakproof’ and maybe a vague ‘we are here for you’ and leave it at that#i know damn well the chick with the tennis racket is not on her period. and if she is then we’re not experiencing the same things#stop lying to me. thanks.#personal#rant
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learnandturn · 29 days
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I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.
After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.
Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.
I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.
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painted-bees · 11 months
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A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte
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[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.
 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."
 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.
 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.
 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.
 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.
 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."
 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”
(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"
(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."
 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.
(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"
 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."
 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."
 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]
This description was written and provided by Hiwi.
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