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stuckinapril · 3 months
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megan thee stallion is the perfect example of unbothered energy. nicki has repeatedly vagueposted about her, gone on unhinged rants about her, gone so far as to mention her dead mother (such a classless low blow), threatened her on live, and has now released the tackiest diss track in history. and what has megan done? literally nothing. she straight up ignored her, aside from that one ig story where she posted herself laughing (which was perfect btw). she is the epitome of “i will not dignify that w a response.” i love it.
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civetside · 2 months
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Your Harrowhark is a stress ball they give out in company meetings. I want to violently throw her at a wall.
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you know who ELSE wants to violently throw harrowhark nonagesimus at a wall
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marypsue · 1 year
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So if you follow me (and aren't just stopping by because you saw one of my funney viralposts), you probably know that I've been writing a bunch of fanfiction for Stranger Things, which is set in rural Indiana in the early- to mid-eighties. I've been working on an AU where (among other things) Robin, a character confirmed queer in canon, gets integrated into a friend group made up of a number of main characters. And I got a comment that has been following me around in the back of my mind for a while. Amidst fairly usual talk about the show and the AU and what happens next, the commenter asked, apparently in genuine confusion, "why wouldn't Robin just come out to the rest of the group yet? They would be okay with it."
I did kind of assume, for a second or two, that this was a classic case of somebody confusing what the character knows with what the author/audience knows. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like it embodies a real generational shift in thinking that I hadn't even managed to fully comprehend until this comment threw it into sharp perspective.
Because, my knee-jerk reaction was to reply to the comment, "She hasn't come out to these people she's only sort-of known for less than a year because it's rural Indiana. In the nineteen-eighties." and let that speak for itself. Because for me and my peers, that would speak for itself. That would be an easy and obvious leap of logic. Because I grew up in a world where you assumed, until proven otherwise, that the general society and everyone around you was homophobic. That it was unsafe to be known to be queer, and to deliberately out yourself required intention and forethought and courage, because you would get negative reactions and you had to be prepared for the fallout. Not from everybody! There were always exceptions! But they were exceptions. And this wasn't something you consciously decided, it wasn't an individual choice, it wasn't an individual response to trauma, it wasn't individual. It was everybody. It was baked in, and you didn't question it because it was so inherently, demonstrably obvious. It was Just The Way The World Is. Everybody can safely be assumed to be homophobic until proven otherwise.
And what this comment really clarified for me, but I've seen in a million tiny clashing assumptions and disconnects and confusions I've run into with The Kids These Days, is that a lot of them have grown up into a world that is...the opposite. There are a lot of queer kids out there who are assuming, by default, that everybody is not homophobic, until proven otherwise. And by and large, the world is not punishing them harshly for making that assumption, the way it once would have.
The whole entire world I knew changed, somehow, very slowly and then all at once. And yes, it does make me feel like a complete space alien just arrived to Earth some days. But also, it makes me feel very hopeful. This is what we wanted for ourselves when we were young and raw and angrily shoving ourselves in everyone's faces to dare them to prove themselves the exception, and this is what I want for The Kids These Days.
(But also please, please, Kids These Days, do try to remember that it has only been this way since extremely recently, and no it is not crazy or pathetic or irrational or whatever to still want to protect yourself and be choosy about who you share important parts of yourself with.)
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 4 months
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Leverage Redemption S02E05 The Walk in the Woods Job.
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uncanny-tranny · 4 months
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If somebody in your life offers to knit or crochet or, really, create anything for you, please be an active participant in the creation of the piece they are making. I adore making and gifting things, but nothing bums me out quicker than a person who passively just goes "okay," to my ideas about what I'm making them - it can send the message that they won't like it, or that they don't care, even if they're happy about my offering. The back-and-forth feedback is a great way to make sure that you are being gifted something that was truly worth the time, effort, expertise, and money that will inevitably go into the gift!
I know it's really hard to be an active participant, believe me, I'm an anxious ball of horror, but it will only do good for both parties to interact in this situation. It is a big deal to be offered a hand-crafted gift, but it's also something we want you to love and use, and that can only happen if you tell us what would make you fall in love with what we create.
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elnathsstar · 7 months
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Listen, I am aromantic, but it's getting cold and dark and I so desperately want somebody who I can cuddle under my covers with, somebody I can teach to dance, somebody I can drag outside at night when we're supposed to be inside, and it's so cold that it could start snowing any minute, or maybe already be snowing, and then we would go and sit in the dark at the lake with the lights while listening to Taylor Swift and sharing my headphones, and then dancing around outside to mirrorball and not caring who sees us because we are so madly platonically in love with each other that we only care about the other. I want somebody to drag around charity shops while I plan my Halloween costume, and my birthday outfit, and the outfit for the various Christmas parties I will take them too- even the one hosted by the church that I usually end up just sitting in a side room watching whatever Nativity movie they put on for the entire time. The kids would ask if we were dating, and we'd just look at each other and giggle, while my parents and grandparents who are watching us bicker over an Uno game are thinking about how pure our love is. Kisses are always an option, but never pushed for, and even if the other person liked me romantically they would be okay with and understand how I don't feel the exact same way, but I still love them so so much. Like a platonic soulmate. We would share clothes, and I'd save them a piece of my birthday cake, if they weren't already there for it. We would go on walks together, and they would be one of the first people I call when the cold weather is affecting my mood or my health, and then they would come over unprompted with something sweet and a hoodie. We would both chill on my bed, not caring about how cramped it is or the fact that my bed is a high rise so we can't sit up straight, because we don't have any trouble with being close to the other, and on days where it may be hard to be physically close to someone, they would sit back patiently and read me a chapter of whatever book we had picked up, pausing to add their own witty comments and applauding me when I guess what will happen next accurately. We wouldn't even necessarily be 'dating'- and we wouldn't label what we had as romantic, despite the dates and the kisses and the cuddles, and we'd both be fine with it. We would just exist together, in the same space, comfortably.
I want to be wanted.
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Cullen: *trying to distract Ras Al Ghul for his sister who he just found out was Blue Bird* Why do you worship Lazarus anyway? What does it give you?!
Ras Al Ghul: It gives me endless life and eternal youth.
Cullen: But I bet it can't give me a boyfriend.
*Lazarus green portal opens up in the sky and shoots a guy down at Cullen feet*
Ras:
Cullen:
Nightwing:
Bluebird:
Robin:
Cullen: Dibs
Robin: That is a demon. A pit demon.
Cullen: and I called dibs
Phantom: ????
Phantom: I know a place if you like burgers
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love that it's called nerdy PRUDES must die but everyone that died was unashamedly horny
Edit: Please read the tags
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Missing - The disappearance of Farrika Brown | Lipstick Alley
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black-and-yellow · 4 days
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The walk home from UA
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botanautical · 10 months
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'We all yearn for the woods. That's why every fellow on this island wants to settle down near a tree - just one will do.'
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carrotkicks · 11 months
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Missing Childrens Notice 
Friday, May 21, 2010
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Age 17
Was last seen wearing a navy trench coat, a black t-shirt and gray trousers and a white bandana. He has a distinct white dip dyed hairstyle. 
Izumi Kyouka, Age 14
Was last seen wearing a pink yukata and purple obi. 
Yumeno Kyuusaku, Age 13
Was last seen wearing a Bungo School of Arts uniform and an orange scarf. He has a split dyed hairstyle.
[If you see these children, please contact the Ougai Mori Home at XXX-XXX-XXXX or Kouyou Ozaki at XXX-XXX-XXXX]
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28/05/2010 After Ranpo debriefed us, we started combing through CCTV footage for any idea of where Akutagawa-kun may have gone but no luck. It’s like the kid never existed. Technically I’m still assigned to the other case, so now that my camera is fixed I’ll probably be heading out with Dazai. Oh, speaking of him, Dazai finally texted me today, after all the silent treatment! He asked if I had some extra space in my dorm to sleep in. It’s a strange request, but I want to be a supportive friend, so if Dazai’s dorm is inhabitable, then I’ll gladly roll out a futon for him. N. Atsushi
FIRST
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blue-rose-soul · 2 months
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AU where Lucifer went down to New Orleans sometime between 1900 and 1910, right in the middle of Mardi Gras. Charlie was about 100ish at this time, and while Lucifer and Lilith were still together, there was a growing emotional distance between them that had been going on for a few decades at this point. Lucifer's just trying to have some fun and forget his worries for a little while, and he does. And he meets a nice lady. A very nice Creole woman who makes a mean pot of jambalaya with a kick right out of hell. They hit it off and spend the majority of the celebration together.
They get drunk. Very drunk. Lucifer doesn't remember most of that night. The woman, Nicaise, is pregnant.
By some quirk of genetics, the child comes out indistinguishable from a normal human, if significantly paler than his dark-skinned mother. Growing up, Nicaise always tells her son that his daddy was an angel, but all the boy sees is that his father abandoned him and his mother in a world that doesn't look kindly on black women or single mothers. He watches his mother struggle, he watches her suffer, and he grows up resenting and hating the men who make her life hell. Especially his father.
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chronicowboy · 1 year
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there are many bangers in merlin but the writers put something in the line "i'm the king, merlin, you can't tell me what to do"/"i always have, i'm not going to change now"
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animentality · 2 months
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not to be a fucking boomer but
was watching a streamer who watched a video with like five seconds of "we will rock you" playing in it, and one of his subscribers said "one hit wonder."
and I was
I was
I was like... q... queen?
one... hit... wonder???
LIKE. not to be a fucking boomer.
because despite the joke in my bio... I admit, I'm fucking 26...
but... but like... QUEEN?
one hit???? just one????
hm. ok. make me a real fucking boomer today.
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