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littlebennettbitch · 2 years

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me, watching @secretswritten and @wildthiiing‘s back and forth with popcorn like it’s the best thing ever: i should spam them both with things that will make them yell

#i'm not going to because 'm highkey lazy but the urge is there #ooc #ilu both #outofmagic

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daily-linkclick · 9 months

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hi hope all is well! if you need a doodle idea i was wondering if you could do a QL and LG interaction since we miss out on them so much in the show. ty :)

daily link click: 8/11/23

new outfit shopping

#link click #we get a sliver of ql and lg interaction in the new ep.. a sliver #qiao ling #lu guang #ilu both sm...#ty for the ask op!#dlc asks

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synthwavecryptid · 9 months

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Apotheosis (noun):

The highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax

The elevation of someone to divine status; deification

(casual sacrilege in the living waters)

#paz vizsla #din djarin #dinpaz #pazdin #art crimes with koko #in which they’re both atoning and got tender in the process #the layers of intimacy in this I cannot even describe #blows a kiss to the DinCobbPaz server #containment fuels me on the daily ILU

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bobcatmoran · 2 months

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Ajkhsdjkfhdskj Marcille losing her mind at her two weirdo nerd teammates, not knowing which one to stop making armor/lunch out of the giant frogs first.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #oh wow i'm caught up enough to use that tag #laios and senshi ilu both #love you too marcille #(and chilchuck)#but that little montage of 'MAKE ALL THE THINGS' from a giant dead frog was amazing

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variousqueerthings · 6 months

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smthin about this from julie gardner about when the doctor "gives" rose the other doctor: "...and of course our doctor can't say it. And why can't he say it? He can't say it because... he can't ever be completely human. And he has to be in pain."

ALSO this from billie piper: "when belle kisses the beast and he turns into a man, and you're really happy that he's human, but you're also really upset that the beast is gone. and I always felt like that at the end- I don't know where I'm going with this, but I always felt like she shouldn't be kissing that number two, and also he's not the same, it's all a bit weird."

I have so many! questions! thoughts even!

#SEE LOOK THIS IS BOTH ME BANGING MY DRUM ABOUT THE WAY ALLOROMANTIC PEOPLE (ilu judie gardner) CANNOT FULLY UNDERSTAND AROMANTICISM #AND SO THEY'RE STUCK WITH THESE LIMITED IDEAS BUT THEY'RE SOOO CIRCLING AROUND SOMETHING ALMMOST TRUTHFUL HERE!!! BUT THEY LAND ON 'ALIEN'#AND IT'S ALSO ME BEING LIKE: BILLIE AGREES WITH ME THAT THERE'S SOMETHING OFF ABOUT ROSE AND TENTOO!!!!#doctor who #dw #billie knows!!!!#rose tyler #the doctor #AND THAT IS ALSO INTERESTING FROM AN AROACE IDEA -- THAT TEN CANNOT GIVE ROSE WHAT SHE WANTS #AND EVEN WHEN TRYING TO -- BEING LIKE 'HERES BASICALLY ME BUT NOT' IT'S NOT WHAT ALLOROMANCE IS #AND SEE ROSE WOULD PROBABLY BE HAPPIER WITH A DOCTOR WHO'S LOVE FOR HER WAS DIFFERENT SLIGHTLY TO HERS #BUT STILL SO INTENSE BECAUSE OF ALL THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH #AND NOT SO EASILY DEFINABLE -- THAN SOMEONE THAT IS BASICALLY THE SAME BUT ALLOROMANTIC AND HUMAN #this is two different things ive been thinking about but it's in the same segment/connected so #wait im gonna have to rb this with further thoughts

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littleholmes · 1 year

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Fyodor bb after those comments you made to Dazai about Chuuya and not being able to appreciate and utilize his ability and their partnership being shallow…you made Dazai angry—like really and truly angry.

He was already upset because your plan put Agency members in danger but now that you’ve taken Chuuya and made those comments, the next time you meet it’s going to be even more intense than usual. The expression Dazai had is one of a man who is not going to take your underestimation of his history with Chuuya or your taunts lightly. They are slug and mackerel, and after what you said, the look in his eyes says it all. Dazai is pissed and you’ve officially crossed the line with him (if you somehow haven’t already) and he is going to come at you with all the wrath of the Mori-trained Port Mafia heir apparent he’s had lurking within

#bsd #bsd 105.5 #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #fyodor dostoevsky #bungo stray dogs #fyodor ilu both but that look on dazai’s face was venomous #osamu dazai #bsd manga spoilers #bungo stray thoughts #fyodor dostoyevsky #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd manga #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd chuuya #chuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya

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woeyed · 1 year

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this one is for all nine lhc fans might color this later

#litchi hikari club #lhc #lychee light club #ezart #ilu kanon ilu litchi... kisses them both

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usergyu · 4 months

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hi everyone! it's jen, back at it again since i always come around with a long, heartfelt "end of the year" wrap up! i just gotta be there. i hadn't had the time to come up with an actual heart-to-heart message this year, so i would like to share something else with you guys instead (aka my personal ending ment hehe) i hope this finds you all well! 🩵

a message for the upcoming year - "if you knock on a door and it remains closed, it means there is nothing behind it. theres no magical, mysterious, alternative life you are being denied. there is nothing you are missing out on. what you are grieving is an idea of what might have been. if you feel you have spent too much of your life in disappointment and regret, perhaps is that you have tried to turn too many dead ends into pathways, empty rooms into more than they were ever intended to be. if you knock on a door and it remains closed, it means that the path is unfolding somewhere else, and you're now one step closer to finding it. it is not your dreams that must be released, but your sense of posibility that must be awakened."

another one goes... "if today was difficult for you, i hope you know that tomorrow can be better, i hope you know that the moments that are uncomfortable or hurt or dont make sense will pass. i hope you remind yourself of all the times you didnt think you were going to feel better but you did. as you go through your days, remember that every moment is just a moment.

when you cant take it one day at a time, try to take it one breath at a time, take really good care of yourself and know that it's okay if you don't accomplish everything you told yourself you needed to today. you dont have to start a new routine or healthy habit today if it feels like too much. you dont have to be as productive as the people that you see everywhere. your life is yours and you only have this one. tomorrow it will feel a little bit better. and then better. and then better. you are safe. you will have everything that you need."

and finally, before the next 12 months begin, here's your checkpoint - if you're carrying a weight that doesnt belong to you, it's time to release it. forgive yourself for those lessons that were learned a little too late. you're human, navigating a path that's both complex and beautiful. embrance the wisdom you gained, even if it came at a cost. remember, growth knows no timeline and you're exactly where you need to be.

your timing is yours alone, nobody else's!

@hyunpic ♡ @shorelinnes ♡ @xiaoxiongmaos ♡ @choibeomggyu ♡ @yeonjune ♡ @choi-soobin ♡ @heelicopter ♡ @minhosblr ♡ @innielove ♡ @crazy-form ♡ @facethesuns ♡ @dokyeomis ♡ @moonsua ♡ @hooned ♡ @lveclouds ♡ @exocean ♡ @dowoonyoon ♡ @bcomgyu ♡ @seungkwan-s ♡ @xiaojuun ♡ @usertae ♡ @bestleader ♡ @yutito ♡ @tmpttion ♡ @dykeyeonjun ♡ @wayvmp3 ♡ @oddinarys ♡ @woozis ♡ @jeonwonwoo ♡ @tbzuyeon ♡ @twiceland ♡ @soujisetas ♡ @yeonbins ♡ @heesungs ♡ @ddominho ♡ @isitstraightvodka ♡ @euphhorias ♡ @beomieblr ♡ @gyusgal ♡ @jaeyuned ♡ @5oobin ♡ @hueningkai ♡ @pookiez ♡ @waketoearth ♡ @deerseungs

to my cosmos (bc who am I if not the one who writes a bunch of words to yall lol):

🍜🐕 chesca: you are NOT at all the mean words stuck at the back of your mind. no way! you're as pretty as the flowers, the water, the weather, (specially the ORANGE SHADES) in each of those monet's paintings. with that, art might not be everyone's cup of tea, sure, but is still ARTWORK for a reason. you're not behind on anyone, you don't need to rush, to keep up, i've told you this before, so please... take great care of yourself. i want you to be as proud of yourself one day as i am on the daily. one day that will turn into everyday. you will get there, you will be your greatest inspiration one day.

🌻 sun: of all the things i wish to tell you, felix wrapped it all in one go: just take your time, if you want to take a break, take a break. dont force yourself to do something. if you feel tired or if it's too hard for you, no need to stress. you still have time. every single person is good at something. you still have so much time. this is your checkpoint: tend to your wounds, let them heal, if it hurts too bad, i'll help you bandage them til you are good to go. i promise!

🐱 maja: as a grand poet (lee know) once said: "no matter how you look at the sky, it is still blue. when it rains it turns gray. there are also times when it's dark but above the clouds, it's still blue. it'll all be over soon, it's just an extra headache if you worry about it". you will be alright! and yes, even if that one issue (or a few issues) is still weighing down in your heart a little, it's just a bigger cloud. the bluest of skies will still be there, for you, and so will i!

🎨 agnes: i wish i could just cup your face with my hands and yell at you about all the necessary things you need to remind yourself. for now, here goes something: "you are not meant to be ornamental, you are meant to be a person. that means taking up space and being loud and standing up for your needs (and sometimes wants) and being inconvenient because that's what people are." 100 becomes 99 if a number is missing, the set will never be whole without that 1 number to it. the space will be there for it to take up, bc 1 belongs there. much like us, much like the world. so please, just allow yourself to be.

finally - to all of you beautiful people, if you guys must, just take a moment to yourselves, to reflect upon everything. love is such a beautiful and messy thing, but when it comes to the end of that line, what are we if not love personified? whenever i write these, know that i am speaking to you all specifically, heart to heart. i dont know about the rest of the world, but I know about my friend-tuals. you guys deserve the world, i dont care what anyone says, you. deserve. peace. so rest well, we got another 12 months ahead! among such violent ends, you are bound to be a wonderful start.

i hate goodbyes, but if it means opening up space for a better something, i'm willing to bid farewell for a change. so much has happened, which makes me think... what a privilege it is to be able to still be here, able to use words to reach out to you all. thank you to everyone on this list. we will all be okay, eventually. we will be okay! let's meet again soon, and then again and again and again. i love you guys so so much. happy new years!!! 🎉

#i honestly cant put into words how much yall actually mean to me in whatever level of it lol #this was all like written in a rush since i've been both busy and dealing w stuff but it's from the heart 🫶#anyway we (me) still got 1:30hrs to go but happy new yearrrrr 🎉 ilu!!!

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herequeerexitentialfear · 2 months

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i wanna die with you, wendy, on the streets tonight, in an everlasting kiss

Celia/Elena, and the moments around the moment that changed their whole lives. for ockiss<3 even if it takes over a thousand words to get there

In the aftermath of conflict, Celia and her friends, feeling down and hollow, collect their 'reward' for coming out on top- a meeting with Capo Polpo.

But that's for their new leader to worry about, Celia's thoughts are all wrapped up in Elena, as they escort their leader to the meeting, and afterwards the Capos strange gift leads to her getting her selfish wish and kissing Elena, but only because she doesn't know if they will survive the mysterious blow dealt to both of them.

Their friends Tesoro and Conficcare find both of them wrapped in a bloody embrace, just streets from their home, and as Celia wakes, she is reminded of the love and joy her life holds, despite the hollowness she feels.

posted on ao3 as well as its just over 2k words. warning for minor character death, graphic depictions of violence, and a near death experience.

Their refuge of peace was fraught with anxiety, exhaustion in every line of the bodies lying on various surfaces.

Part of the anxiety was undeniably the fact that Sovrano was intruding on their space, laying claim to what had always been their place- but he was good at that, taking over what was theirs with an unspoken promise of violence.

Victory had never felt so bitter-sweet, aching bodies and eyes staring into the recent past, even the satisfaction of winning was hollow.

Yet Sovrano was waiting for something, anticipating action- despite the bandages and stitches, and there had been so much blood, and someone else had managed to knife him, in that last desperate attempt, but missed killing him by a few centimetres.

Celia didn't know if she was glad it missed or not. She was already the de facto leader of their little sub-group, and despite the leers, she would be the one to step up when Sovrano was taken out of the game- Hell she had stepped up as he was taken care of in that clinic.

Mama, look at your darling daughter now, so bloody and violent, a leader of men. Do you weep, up in heaven, your spirit looking down at she who once was your darling child, hands now soaked in blood?

By all rights, Elena should be the next in line, but this scholarship- well, she's been slowly retreating from them, preferring to study and linger in what passed for a studio in school, than hang out in parks and bars and wherever they chose to linger at night, drifting through the stone jungle they called home.

A dial tone interrupted her thoughts, distracting her from the dawning fear and hollow heart that were now so common when she thought about Elena, and their future.

Sovrano jumped to get it, fear in his eyes, trying to collect himself as he hobbled to the landline.

“Signor?”

Blue, green, brown and finally her own unsettling gold eyes all stared at him and the receiver he held to his ear. The lingering headache ringing in her head mangled the words he replied, as her mind slogged to try and think who it could be, who he would speak to with that level of respect.

Still, despite her struggle, his last words caused a burst of clarity to cut through the lingering pain. But in turn, that space was soon filled by fear.

“It would be my honour to meet with Capo Polpo”

The click of plastic on plastic felt like a gunshot echoing through the room, the roar inside Celia's head sounding eerily reminiscent of engines.

“Muro, Spina. You're with me, given how you both came out the best off.”

Everyone can hear the aborted statement about people hesitating to hit a woman, or some lewd joke about tits distracting the Capo. Sovrano may see himself as a man's man, but even he has to alter his language now the dust has settled and those ‘bitches’ are what got them standing above the rest.

The wall and the thorn. Celia was growing to fit her new name, and Elena was always sharp, but these past few weeks made her edge razor thin, and even deadlier. The masculine noun felt right on her, although it felt strange to be the wall, instead of being told she was stubbornly smashing her head against one. Elena loved telling her that, or mocking her name by calling her Cecità, blind.

Elena has already got up, donning her leather jacket and checking the placement of her knives, all in the time Celia was musing on names. She stood up to do the same, patting down her trench coat and checking the internal sheaths were all easy to access. Both their new jackets having been recently repurposed and retrofitted to be walking armories, after their beloved previous ones took hit after hit until they were nothing but strips of leather and cloth. She mourned their well loved clothes, the new ones still being broken in and altered to suit them both.

Confident she wouldn't slice open her coat- or herself- unsheathing a knife, she ventured for the stairs, towards her steel toe capped boots, and the mysterious meeting with the capo.

The concrete walls of the gilded cage the Capo holds court from are cool to lean on, the two armed youths having not even entertained the possibility of being taken through, even with all the bribes that line the guards pockets. Celia doesn't mind, hating the unnecessarily complicated mind games of the older made men, preferring the clarity of necessity that colours the fights and battles of the street gangs.

She doesn't mind letting the cold seep into her through her coat, Elena right next to her and gazing out at the city skyline, doesn't mind it at all.

And if her eyes linger on the person beside her, on the folds of leather, on the hands still splattered with paint, on her eyes and face and lips, then that's her secret. Elena too distracted to notice her lingering gaze, hands twitching like she wants to reach for a paint brush, as her eyes stare into the distance, mind whirring with composition and colour.

She's an artist to the bone, got creation on her soul, and one day, Celia prays, Elena will have the time and money to put to canvas every painting she ever dreamed of making, even the ones she's daydreaming of now, when it's just half formed thoughts to distract herself while waiting.

Sovrano walked out- and they fell in behind him- cupping a lighter of all things. They walked in silence, meandering back towards their home streets, his face screwed up in concentration, having said nothing other than that he cannot let the lighter go out, and there are good things in store for them.

Almost home, they turned into a plaza, but Sovranos hands were getting lazy, and the wind whistling through an alleyway took them off guard, and as the flickering light died out, fear and panic rose on his face, as he looked around then scrambled to re-light it.

Celia shook her head at the strange ritual, turning away from checking in on him due to his sudden movements, when the smack of flesh on stone altered her to his fall-

Blood, again, bright red soaking flagstones instead of grass, but this time, there is no coming back for their leader.

Bullet? But the blood- like a stab, not gunshot. No weapon in sight, no perpetrator- sniper?

Cold, a prick at her back, just between her shoulder blades, then white hot pain, her brain screaming, and all she can think about is Elena. Elena who has a chance at a future, who has a chance to get her and her family off of these bloodsoaked streets, and before she knows it, her muscles move, instinct propelling her, knocking Elena to the ground, hand cradling the back of her neck to lessen the fall, arm clutching hers, too tight, but the pain, bright and unyielding, blinds her.

Her nose hits something soft, a cheek and her lips are about to- and if shes at the angle she thinks shes at- our mother in heaven let her be selfish just this once- and both their lips are dry and cracked- and let her have this, let this be her last moments, kissing the person she loves as she cradles her, lying on blood splattered flagstones, warm underneath them both from the hot sun.

Let her be selfish again, and open her eyes, let her memorise Elena's face, again, let it be what she sees-

The warmth under them both is wet and the hole through her extends to her love, and she feels her body slipping out from under her, panic overrides the pain as she sees the hole placed just between Elena's collar bones- and no she didn't- no- not her. Something in her throat building up, a scream, but all that comes out is blood, as flickering darkness descends, and her body gives out from under her, and for a split second she swears she can see herself, blood streaming down her back, both their lips stained, just like the stone below, wrapped in a pathetic embrace.

She wakes up like that, sprawled on the stone, blood turned brown and flaking at the touch. Something brushes against her shoulder blades, A freckled hand reaches towards her, and there's a split second where she hunches over Elena further, before she connects the hand to Tesoro, and relaxes, turning her face towards him, eyes blinking in the dim evening light.

Another hand, slimmer and presumably the source of the touch that woke her, cups her head, and Tesoro pushes on her shoulder, rolls her over onto her back, leaving Elena unprotected.

Cool fingers massage her temples, and coax her eyes into focusing on the blue ones staring into hers, above them, brows knitted in concentration. One hand reaches towards the cool skin on her chest, where the frayed and torn edges of the hole in her shirt brush against her skin, outlining the exposed flesh. A gasp she later realises is her own sounds out as fingertips brush against scar tissue, where only hours ago, there was a gaping wound.

Clumsy movements drag her arm towards Conficcares, pulling on it it like a petulant child, the pushing it towards Elena, trying to convey what her throat won't let her, to help Elena over her, help the one of them with a future, the one who shouldn't be lying wounded on these bloodsoaked streets. the one who has a chance to escape.

Tesoro breaks the silence, from where he is leaning over Elena, with confused murmuring to Conficcare, “It's the same, these scars are fresh, but-” he shakes his head in frustration- “they didn't have these when the went out-” his head turns to Conficcare, eyes weighing on him, silently asking the groups medic if these were past wounds, hidden from the rest of them.

He shakes his head solemnly in answer, “There should be no way for them to have healed in a few hours.”

Celia tries to open her mouth, but no words come out, the poor things getting stuck on the raw edges of her throat. She just gapes like an air-drowning fish, before squeezing her eyes shut at the effort.

Pity shines in green and blue eyes, and behind the shield of her eyelids, it weighs heavy on her chest. The silence weighs heavier, she can almost hear the exchange between the two, concern and questions flying over her head. She can almost hear Tesoro constructing the perfect comforting words, weaving them together, reassurances and certainty and love and-

-and Conficcare beats him to the bullet and breaks the silence.

“You really must be out of it, if you're aren't threatening comical acts of violence upon me for feeling up your chest,”

It sounds forced, even to her, and Tesoro sighs, ready to reprimand their ill-tongued friend, when finally her throat lets something out, and her eyes open in shock as giggles bubble out of her mouth.

Conficcare grins at her, and Tesoros head is in his hands as he gives into laughter too-

A voice next to her bites out, “Idiota” any malice blunted by the fondness that underlies every syllable.

And Celia turn her head towards her sun and grins too, wide and full of love, giggles turning to cackles, Tesoros shoulders shaking alongside his head, as he lowers his arms and reveals his own grin, and finally Elena cracks to, rolling her eyes as the twitch at the corner of her mouth turns into a smile, lovingly frustrated, but then her eyes glint maliciously and she opens her mouth again-

“Please, you kiss worse when you are trying to be romantic than Celia over here did when she was actively bleeding out.”

The smug look is wiped off Conficcares face as he processes what Elena just said, and Celia is certain what blood remains in her is all in her cheeks and she burns with embarrassment.

Conficcare finds his words quickly, turning his kicked dog eyes onto Tesoro and pleading “I'm a good kisser- aren't I, Tesoro?”

Tesoro joins her and Elena on the floor as he gasps for breath, Conficcare pouting at him, at them all, as if to protest against the mockery he was suffering.

Celia is warm now, laughter and love filling her back up, anchoring her again to this world, fondness for life soaking back into her bones. She loves these idiotas, every fucking one of them.

“Love you too, idiota, but watch who your calling stupid, my stubborn Muro”

Ignore that, Celia is crawling under the nearest rock and dying.

…She's still grinning though.

And not even the pressing weight of consequences, not the cooling corpse of someone she's known since she was eleven, nor the mysteries of how exactly they were hurt and healed can douse the warmth in her heart.

#thebirdwrites #gold & silver #ockiss24 #celia #maría elena #title from born to run #bc im predictable as fuck #the violence is just in one tiny section but its also the one with the kiss #shout out to Celia n Elena getting stands and its both the least and most important thing that happens #celia ilu but your habit of grounding yourself in the moment and past to avoid thinking about the bigger picture is both hysterical and #frustrating #oh young dumb and in love Celia<3 #she does not know what the fuck is going on or whats gonna go down bc of this #it feel the summary can be read as setting up a meeting w polpo but shes to small time to be present #its a complete fucking accident #<- cries

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planet4546b · 1 year

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i realized last time i was playing soma that the glitch effects/whirring servo noise when monsters get close is not, in fact, some ambient effect of the monsters themselves but just simons physical reactions to fear (the glitch effect happened while i was climbing over a big gap with no monster in sight and i was like. oh no he’s just scared!) and it makes me so protective of simon it’s unreal. i’m like it’s ok simon. i’ll be brave we’ll get through this. take my hand buddy

#pers #soma lb #i climbed over that gap multiple times bc i kept going the wrong way and when it happened EVERYtime #AND he made a comment at the start like uhmmm this looks dangerous do we have to…and that’s when i realized. simon it’s ok i prommy. ilu #interestingly you do ALSO sometimes get heavy breathing + heartbeat sounds (esp after runninh but also when the monsters are REALLY close)#and the fact that there are both the mechanical (servo whirring) and physical (heartbeat) is jusy fascinatih #the sound design in this game overall is INSANELY good #anyways i’m at another scary part. but it’s ok simon. i’ll get you through this my friend

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public-trans-it · 3 months

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You ever get that experience where you thought you were mutual with someone, and then you see them in your notifications with that "Following" tag...

And you sit there going "Wait... did they unfollow me? Did I do something? They are still interacting with me... do they just manually check my blog sometimes? I mean I get it I do reblog a lot... but that seems like such a hassle..."

And like... you can follow or unfollow whoever you want, you don't need to explain anything. But it still kinda stings.

...

And then you realize ITS THEIR FUCKING SIDE BLOG.

#i normally dont vague blog #so let me say: Yes this is specifically about two of you motherfuckers #and ilu both no hard feelings

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creepiefarm · 9 months

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i walk into the creepie farm and i am welcomed by so many bugs and a tiny masky. this place Is creepy :)