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Wincest Wednesdays
for @wincestwednesdays Sept 1st prompt: Lost
on AO3
When you’ve lived your life in the in-between spaces it’s hard to get lost. Endless two-lane blacktop roads with their white or yellow, double or dashed lines that seemed to stretch on forever, over another hill, around another bend, fifty miles to the next town, no gas for the next hundred miles so you better stop and top off the tank here. Motels with the same layout, same floor plan, same parking spaces, same cars, same voices raised indistinct and angry, happy, sad, moaning, shouting, banging on the thin walls. Diners in every town staffed by the same waitresses, the same cooks, the same menus, the same smells. Paper placemats all with the same ads, just different names. Most of your life was spent looking at the same face, not your own, but it may as well have been. You knew every hair, every freckle, every wrinkle, every scar. You knew his eyes and the pattern of his teeth, the way he licked his lips subconsciously as he looked at you. Waking up each morning and the first thing you did was look for him. His eyes closed, mouth open, softly snoring. His eyes open, smirking and calling you girly names-- Samantha or Princess or Sweetheart, never asking if you slept okay but always knowing if you did. You gave up running away when you realized it was pointless, there was nowhere else to go or be that would ever fit as well as the liminal spaces that your brother navigated so effortlessly. He’d mastered the edge of town, any town, before you learned to read, breezing in and out with barely a ripple left behind, pulling you along in his wake. By the time your dad had given him the keys to the car without ever expecting them back, he knew his way around the country well enough that he didn’t need you to navigate the highways anymore, only asking for help in towns and cities. But he still had a knack for maneuvering through back alleys and parking lots, finding shortcuts and free parking in places you were certain he’d never been. Just like how he always seemed to find a song to sing along with at the best/worst possible times, when you were feeling good and sang along, or when you were feeling low and passed the miles imagining how it would feel to wring his neck, just to make him stop. You could hear his voice in your sleep, a subtle shift in tone, and suddenly you’d be wide awake and ready for… anything. So you no longer dreamed of running away, of finding a real, solid place in the world. What good would it be when your life wove through the fabric of the world so thoroughly, crisscrossing and doubling back, the threads, yours and your brother’s, twisted together, were stronger that way. Yeah, it was hard to get lost when home was wherever the two of you were together, when you stopped running away and focused on running together.
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beaft · 3 months
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my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"
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saracastically · 7 months
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now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺
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unpretty · 3 months
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as a kid i thought i would graduate from kid problems like cleaning my room to adult problems like jobs and taxes. but instead i have a job and taxes and still have to clean my room. cleaning my room is a lifetime problem. i will never stop having to put my markers away before bedtime. this is a rude way for aging to work.
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crehador · 4 months
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so when food is too salty we might say "打死卖盐的" basically meaning "did you beat the salt merchant to death" but one time in an attempt to be a little polite and a little funny to the chef (my mother) i said "……是不是又跟卖盐的有矛盾了" meaning "are you... having a dispute with the salt merchant again" and now it's a whole thing in my family
anyway point being there has been another altercation with the salt merchant
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speedlimit15 · 8 months
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i was so good at this water sort mobile game and i’m stuck on level like 348 and i’m convinced this one is impossible. i was stuck on it for weeks like a year ago and then quit and came back to it recently with a new hunger and vengeance and it’s kicking my ass i swear
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cordspaghetti · 2 months
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some more of these two
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I’m increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. “The brain rot is spreading” — you mean you were changed by art? “I’m not normal about this” — you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? “I’m about to be so annoying” — you’re going to talk about art? You’re going to be passionate? You’re going to think deeply about it? You’re going to feel love for the work of someone’s soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!
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quixoticanarchy · 1 year
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I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 
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lollytea · 5 months
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captainjonnitkessler · 3 months
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You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".
Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.
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nymph1e · 5 months
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On Discomfort and Morality
My father finds gay men uncomfortable.
He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.
In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.
When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.
My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.
He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.
I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.
The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?
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vraska-theunseen · 1 year
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DID YOU ALL KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO WHATEVER UOU WANT WHEN YOURW MAKING ART ISNT THAT WILD
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jvlianbashir · 5 months
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"haha these alpha trad men really just have dom/sub kinks!" i know misogyny isn't real to a lot of you guys but did you know that some people just actually do genuinely think women are inferior creatures
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skiplo-wave · 6 months
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Like to charge reblog to cast
Count your fucking days Devil
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subterra-rose · 4 months
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Honestly pokemon is the ideal universe not just because there’s cute animals that are your life companions, but because they have walkable cities and adequate biking infrastructure
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