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there are so many words to use in place of “penis” in regards to smut. there’s dick. or shaft. we got cock. member. organ. length. hell, even manhood! all are acceptable replacements.

but what do we have for the testicles? nuts? no thank you. ballsac or, lord forbid, just sac? i’d literally rather be tarred and feathered. using their government name and just calling them testicles? take me out back and gimme the ol’ yeller treatment.

how has the english language evolved so much yet we have no acceptable word for testicles in a sexy context? how can we claim we’ve advanced as a society when the best word for describing when two characters are fucking nasty and the noble and mighty testes are swaying about is balls?

BALLS

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saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead

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God it has to suck being Verso.

You're a memory. A fragment. Imagined into reality based on a guy who died to save his family. You want so badly to die to save your family, but they aren't your family. You love them like they are your family because you were created to be him. You're not him. He's dead. You're immortal. He ran straight into death and so you were created with the same impulse but you can't do it. You literally cut yourself in half to make other people laugh. You watched a guy die for your sister the same way you did, except it wasn't you and he wasn't real and you're not really her brother and she cares about him far more than you. You want to die so badly. You were born wanting to die. You're not real, and your mother, who you love, is dying to keep you alive. You aren't really alive. Your family is tearing itself apart trying to kill you. You can't die.

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I just found out one of my favorite AO3 authors of all time is a fucking neurosurgeon which was surprising initially just because I often forget AO3 writers are real people and not smut angels sent down from the heavens to make us feel alive, but in hindsight it makes perfect sense.

they are a fucking genius so. they just apply that genius to multiple fields.

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New animatic just went live! And before you ask…yes I’m still doing 600 strike

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as per tradition i am mihawkposting in atrocious hours of the night except it's on twitter so i need to put it on here for my mihawkposting tag

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LIGHT-HOLDER.

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i like to think that ever since they met it was mutually ON SIGHT bullying <3

they’re both losers (said with love)

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The opening to Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 is a very efficient and emotionally charged piece of story, but it bears remarking that it also is the single most french thing I have ever experienced. Like we have barely had any time to get to know our dreamy-but-sullen tousled-hair protagonist before he meets up with his young... ward(?) who is dressed in the frenchest outfit I've ever seen, and they go to meet an ex of his who is going to die in a fatalistically bleak but beautiful way, and she is somehow dressed even frencher. Tears of beauty and sorrow are shed and he then immediately goes to Fantasy "War Is Hell" Normandy.

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when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

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sometimes you just really need a hug

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I love this game

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It's about grief. It's about letting go. It's about fighting on. It's about family. It's about the existential horror of mimes.

It's about escapism. It's about surviving despite it all. It's about the wonder of the world even in darkness. It's about mimes beating the shit out of you.

It's about love. It's about heartbreak. It's about who the fuck put all those mimes here