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purplecatghostposts · 5 months
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Sometimes (not often and not referring to the proxy versions bc that’s its own thing), I’ll see someone call Masky and/or Hoody a killer and I sit there like. But they aren’t though. They tried to kill one (1) guy and technically Tim did later but that was purely self defense.
Their actual crimes ARE attempted murder, breaking and entering, theft(?), assault, and stalking, with maybe a few more, but 80% of the murders were caused by Alex. You can lump Tim’s kill count with Masky if you want (which brings him dubiously up to 2 if you count Hoody falling) but Hoody has a kill count of exactly zero.
They ARE very intimidating figures and highly important to the story but I definitely wouldn’t label them as killers!
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gumdefense · 6 months
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They truly got the aai trio dynamics down to a point
Edit: this post is months old but I can’t believe I forgot, here’s a direct link to the plays (with subtitles provided by Rayne :D, edgeworthlez, Grace rivalsforlife, and PinkPurpleBlus)
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bbyboybucket · 3 months
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I’ve seen a lot of people saying Sam’s not included in What If? bc Mackie is too busy to voice him. So do y’all think that maybe in his contract, it says he’s the only person who’s allowed to play/voice Sam? Bc thats the only logical explanation….or at least the only one I would accept
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justaz · 2 years
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leonidas “leo” valdez (houston born and raised) thriving off of chaos and annoying the ever loving shit out of people and william andrew solace (austin born and raised) being absolutely disgusted by the sound of joints popping and not non-confrontational in the slightest getting into a yelling match that descends into almost incoherent southern screaming that draws a crowd and annabeth fucking chase (virginia born and raised) getting a headache, and the heat from their powers (human torch and ray of sunshine) is unbearable, snapping at them and causing everyone in their vicinity to scatter because that was a southern mother’s hollerin’ through and through
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clanborn · 2 months
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mostly official horizonshine playlist. slight work in progress. best listened to in order
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I had a dream, where there was this movie called something like Hoisho and the Windfolk. (Straight up what it was called btw) Apparently dream me has been searching for this movie forever. Cause apparently no one remembers the ending or the twist at the end. They all remember and have clips of the most fucked it scene which many believe is the actual ending of the movie, as well as other clips from the beginning of the movie.
The only reason I’m putting this under more is because holy shit is it long. My dreams and all the damn lore they come with, like jeez man.
It was a movie about these two factions, the windfolks: people who believe in bringing beauty back to the world via ancient statues, who held on to tradition tightly, and they were considered old style despite abandoning the main reason they are even called windfolks.Then there was the other faction, which did have a name but i don’t remember it, they were a faction of larger beast who were a strange combination of lizard, amphibian, man, and machine. They were the future but they were the result of a scientist who made wanted to create the ultimate defense for human kind, or something, which lead to the downfall of the world and a terrible war that ripped the world in two. After the war, Each faction never crossed into the others borders. Then we meet Hoisho, a young lad and part of the windfolk. All kids have this sense of adventure and are wild, so as per tradition, they go to learn about why it is dangerous to go out adventuring, why trying to befriend an enemy is pointless, and why creating something new is dangerous. The windfolk believe that restoring ancient statues that were destroyed in the war will bring them true peace, especially when these statues are built with a rare metal that only came to be because of the war. It was clumpy and strange but shaping it with your tools was almost impossible with how tough the stuff was. When put into the light it would glitter and shine bright colors, and if the statue was done correctly then the true colors would appear. Aka if the statue was of a blonde woman then when it was remade with this special metal in the correct way, you could actually see the blonde hair when the statue was in the sunlight. Creating something new was prohibited since it was seen as a waste of metal, and it was so rare that most windfolk will never see a new collection of it in their life time. They are taught that the mines are the place they will spend their lives, and that they are only called windfolk in honor of their ancestors who flew in the sky. They were also taught to never explore past the tree line or to open the “rat door.” Each of which was basically a death sentence. Hoisho didn’t believe in this kind of stuff and thought that their people should abandon the destroyed past and live as they were supposed to, flying in the sky! But the elders said that windfolks have never actually flown in the sky, however Hoisho, being the explorer he is, found old paintings and relics depicting their ancestors gliding through the sky. So he thinks it’s all bullshit and wants to prove them wrong without giving up his secret hiding spot where all the evidence is, in fear of them destroying it.
However one day Hoisho, accidentally crossed into the other factions territory. He tried to get their attention thinking they were some tall windfolks, but when he grabbed some of their hands he noticed they were far bigger than any of the windfolk. He tried to run, the fog hiding his cover, but he found himself in a crowd, that only seems to be getting taller. The crowd sees him and thinks him a bug, they find joy in keeping him a pet or simply squishing him into a paste. Hoisho, terrified tries to leave but eventually is found only for them to become enraged, accusing him of trying to steal their tech and start another war. Well they won’t let him start the war cause they’re gonna start it! They tell him to let his little town of weaklings know, a war is coming. He is let go and runs off to his home to tell them what happened. They are pissed and banish Hoisho from their home and tell him that if he comes back they’ll throw him into the “rat door” Either way they must prepare for a war. Hoisho then asks why the rat door is so dangerous, with such a stupid name. They explain, (and in the movie it is shown in a different visual style and considered the most fucked up part of the movie) that a criminal in their society will be walked to the door and shoved in. When the door opens screams of what sounds like a strange combination of human like screams and rat screeches. We get to see a glimpse of what’s inside and its filled with a horrifying image. Of people fused into giant rats with body parts scattered about, their eyes being crazed out from what has happened to them. Like it was fucked up.
Hoisho runs off and tries living on his own when he meets a strange man his size, which he thought only the windfolk were his size but this man is clearly not one of them. From his gray skin and jet black hair, which gave off a feather like look. (Windfolk tended to have actual color in their skin, just think humans tbh) He takes the boy in and tells him that everything he knows is a lie…
THEN MY FUCKING DREAM MOM GOES “This movie is cheesy and dumb, turn it off” and she does that. When I’ve been searching for this damn movie for fucking years because I’ve never seen past the part of where Hoisho meets the stranger! And this bitch just turns it off?!?!? And doesn’t even let me watch the rest of it?!!? I was so pissed that I actually woke up.
Anyway from what I could remember and gather I think I know the twist. In the dream I remember there were many different theories on what happens and other theories about the windfolk. Like why is it called Hoisho, and the windfolks, when he is already one of them? One theory is, That the windfolk we meet at the beginning aren’t the actual windfolk. But then where did they go? Some believe that the rat door holds them and that they’ve all become these horrifying monsters behind the door. Others believe that the mysterious man is actually a descendant of the real windfolks, which may or may not have intermingled with whatever Hoisho and the rest of the fake windfolks are. With this theory it is thought that the fake windfolks are actually “rat folks” and that those who are too wild are sent into the door because they will one day break into the monsters that lie behind the door. But there are so many questions about the rest of the story! What about the giant faction? Why were they so into violence but many of them actually didn’t care for it? It was only the soldiers that were itching for a fight. Why did that special metal appear after the war? Is that metal their deceased corpses? They were know to be cyborgs in a way. Why are they huge? Are the folks humans? Or are humans all gone? Are the different folks tiny people who were a result from the war or were they always around? Why the fuck was it considered a fun kids movie when the whole “Rat door” sequence existed? Is the “rat door” the reason why the movie disappeared? Was it so disturbing that everyone agreed to make the movie disappear? How the fuck did my dream mother find the movie?!?!?
So many questions, no answers…although it sounds like a pretty good Internet mystery Or like an ARG tbh haha!
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inkykeiji · 7 months
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took my boyfriend to spencer’s just so i could loudly tease him abt the dildos and act like i was planning on buying one to peg him with (i’m 100% the submissive one here and got a hefty punishment for it later) BUT ANYWAY how much trouble would i be in if i did this to touya-nii🤭🤭
LMAOOO omg ur brave!!! touya-nii would laugh with you, but it would be one of those special chuckles; you know, the type that’s downright terrifying, melody dripping with malice, paired with one of those sharp smiles stretched uncomfortably wide across his face and that trademark sadistic glint in his eyes. he plays along, though, eggs you on, almost encourages you, and you can hear that fury-tinged glee barely wavering beneath his otherwise amicable tone—just begging you to continue, to gift him with more ammunition, to give him further reason to punish.
and the more you push, the harsher your punishment becomes, touya mentally tallying it up with each and every ‘transgression’ you commit, so by the time you arrive home he’s got a thorough list etched into the walls of his skull that he just can’t wait to tick off, achingly, one by one <3 most likely he’s going to do something to your ass—spank it raw and bloody, brand it again, cut some fresh scars into it, who knows (not anal because as we know i don’t write that :) ), but something that’ll adequately make up for all of your bratty little lies, your giggled out disrespect you found oh-so-amusing to put on—and then he’s going to use you as his own personal fuck toy, except you’re not allowed to cum (for weeks, probably) and god fucking help you if you disobey c: you should be fine, though, because he can read you through your body and breath alone; through the way your thighs tremble and your tummy clenches, the way your sobs stutter and your words shatter with sniffles, so he knows exactly when you’re teetering on the edge of full blown pleasure, and he knows exactly how to yank you back by your roots while still ensuring that he fills you, or stains you, with his cum, over and over and over again <3
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ff2-soda-pop · 7 months
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why does my antivirus have to do everything at fucking snail speed
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wayward-sherlock · 5 months
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thinking, once again, about this fic of mine.
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earmo-imni · 9 months
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I generally curate my dash very well, so I don’t typically see the horrendous reading comprehension that populates much of Tumblr.
But lately I’ve been going through the tag for my newest hyperfixation character, who in canon deals with some very sensitive topics, much like the rest of canon, and god damn if the reading comprehension on this site isn’t complete SHIT
#the main character isn’t always right you’re just reading him that way. he’s a fifteen year old kid you think he’s always right?#you think we’re always supposed to believe what he says is the word of god? really?#no that character arc doesn’t mean what you think it means you fool#it’s not anti/black it’s saying building bridges and working towards rebuilding what’s been lost to oppression is better than losing#yourself to anger and pain and simply destroying everything is bad for yourself and the world#also why are you so cool with murder as long as it’s the ‘right’ people?#and the story humanizing and sympathizing with characters who helped commit genocide isn’t white supremacist or racist or whatever#or condoning genocide for that matter#amazingly most people irl who help commit genocide/other war crimes aren’t usually total monsters they’re regular people#i know you’d probably like to think otherwise but you really genuinely aren’t that different from them#(general you)#not to mention the characters themselves explicitly regret their actions are working towards making reparations to the people they hurt even#at the cost of their own futures (specifically bc they know they deserve punishment)#and in some cases they even hate themselves for what they did#and as for that one person claiming that a certain people group is consistently shown as savage and violent in cankn: where in the fuckery#do you get that? bc i just read the entire fucking manga and did not see that anywhere#literally any time they’re not IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR those people are clearly shown as being kind and peaceful#i will smack you upside the head#marijn vents#fuuuuuUUUUUUUCK#stupid people. stupid people everywhere.
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Match Game Syndicated Episode 262
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Fannie, in a warbly, tear-streaked voice, to Pretty Girl Betty Kennedy:
I was just sitting here thinking: When I was young and pretty, I used to sit in that seat. I used to wear red dresses, get attention. Now I’m pushed down here. Pretty soon I’ll be in the audience.
Me, playing along at home: Girl, quit lying 😂. Number one, when you were in the Pretty Girl seat (for like three weeks before you were promoted to Weird Girl), never did you ever wear anything remotely sexy. Number two, thirty seconds ago the cameraman decided to shoot you just sitting there doing nothing so America could appreciate your perfect jawline and cheekbones. Number three, you are absolutely Match Game’s Mae West and not only do you very well know it but also nobody’s trying to make you forget it. 😂
#this Betty Kennedy Pretty Girl week has me confused#Brett and Fannie seem to be good naturedly bullying her about how much male attention she gets#but I can’t tell whether she’s in on the joke or whether she’s genuinely uncomfortable#when Brett and Fannie wear the blonde wigs and Betty and Fannie switch seats…#are they being actually mean or are they just doing a bit?#I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt but sometimes Betty Kennedy does seem really put out#I don’t think she’s all that attractive and I find her annoying but if they’re being mean to her just because she’s young and conventionally#(?) pretty and so she gets a lot of attention I can’t truck with it#I don’t think this is the case. I think it’s a bit taken a little too far. but still a little yucky to me#although hilarious at points. Fannie vamping in her blonde wig I’ve always been big it’s the pictures that have gone small moment 😂#just. so weird to me that they’re all weird about this particular Pretty Girl#like… I guess your average Joe blow straight man might prefer her? but what average straight man watches match game?#it’s a daytime program! the straight dude demographic is gonna be retirees shift workers and college students!#and retirees and shift workers are almost always team Brett or team Fannie! Betty Kennedy is not significant competition statistically!#not to mention a lot of match game fans are weirdos anyway. like the baby dude whose 1 wish in life was to kiss 40 year old Mary ann Mobley#idk man I just dk my official postion is that it’s all in good fun but it doesn’t always land#like the Brett somers interview where she said something like ‘Fannie and I went down to the costume department#and got a bunch of crazy stuff and made a grand entrance and we thought it was hilarious but the audience hated it.’#match game#fannie flagg#pretty soon I’ll be in the audience is an objectively very funny line though lbr#Brett and Fannie have acted jealous of the pretty girl before but it was always with someone they very obviously really liked.#happens with Barbara Rhoades a lot and she and fannie are always talking to each other across the way and conferencing on answers#and Brett’s always telling her to hurry up hon the way she does the girls she likes#that’s why this Betty Kennedy week is flummoxing because if the Pretty Girl is lame they usually just leave her alone#and then she comes back to fill in for Brett? instead of putting Fannie or Phyllis diller up there? and there’s very little banter? idk!#what was going on behind the scenes of this show?!
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thedeadthree · 2 years
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SUMMER GOTHIC AESTHETICS 🌻🖤
tagged by my dears @blackreaches, @heroofpenamstan, @leviiackrman, @shellibisshe, @chuckhansen, @florbelles, @preachercuster and @adelaidedrubman! thank you so much you’re all the sweetest! 🖤
tagging: @griffin-wood, @risingsh0t, @jackiesarch, @blissfulalchemist, @rosebarsoap, @queennymeria, @loriane-elmuerto, @marivenah, @belorage, @sunsetseasons, @celticwoman, @pheedraws, @steelport, @amistrio, @redroci, @theotherwiseman, @wayhavenots, @wayhavens, @yennas, @nokstella, @cobb-vanthss, @lustyargonianmaid and @pearlcscent and you! 🖤
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ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings (reminds her of what she could’ve had YIKES), tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads (they freak her out asjnajsn), split lips (she would CRY), patchouli, paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel (diner) signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli (reminds her of her mom), paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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linklethehistorian · 10 months
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discord reveal linkle hmu
Maybe if you come off anon and we get to know each other better first, sure. 💖 New friends are definitely welcome in my life.
I’d be happy to hang out with you if we click and end up buddies. uwu
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deandraxon · 1 year
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Y’all really do not give a shit about male abuse victims and it actually shows.
Instead of blaming the woman who lied and abused a guy only to get proven a liar later, y’all are still out here blaming her victim.
Letting this case define future abuse cases is literally giving the abuser exactly what she wanted. She proclaimed herself “The face of domestic violence” and y’all just let it happen as if victims are a monolith of rich white women.
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discoblocks · 2 years
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dsmp fic authors I am begging you, when you’re trying to describe characters that have animal legs, their knees are not backwards, that’s just not what anatomy is at all, please I’m begging you, the thing you think is their knee is actually their ankle, their knee is still there and facing forward it’s just different proportions, if I have to read about another character having backwards knees I’m going to combust please I’m on my hands and knees they aren’t backwards they just aren’t backwards
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