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me waiting for the abby x reader fics to pull up bc this man got my soul in a death grip:

come on guys you can do this - PLEASE I KNOW IT'S BEEN JUST OVER A WEEK BUT I NEED A 300k FINISHED WORK OF THIS MANNNN

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every episode of Call the Midwife

Sister Julienne: I'm worried about Sister Monica Joan, she's barely eating and she keeps talking about her mother

Sister Monica Joan: I am undoubtedly dying!

random woman: I'm eight months pregnant and decades of family drama is coming to a head! Also my husband/mother/sister is ill.

*nuns singing montage*

*Fred pops up out of nowhere* Does anyone want a pork pie? I'm selling pork pies now.

Dr Turner, lighting a cigarette: I'm fine with gay people and I love vaccines

Timothy, smugly: if only they could invent a vaccine for homophobia.

Shelagh, rifling through medical paperwork: I think there's something wrong with random woman's husband/mother/sister. Please don't ask how I ever have time to raise my children.

*sixties pop music montage!*

*random woman gives birth, it's either a girl or a boy*

*family drama is resolved*

*random woman's husband/mother/sister dies/is cured*

*Trixie gets a new haircut*

Old Jenny: and that was how I came to deeper understand the fragility and beauty of life in the East End (she literally wasn't there)

*Sister Monica Joan lives for another ten years*

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Sometimes family is a bunch of woke nuns; a revolving door of midwives that includes a give-no-fucks spinster and her give-no-fucks administrator sapphic situationship, an unlucky in love bisexual disaster and her gay brother and an Irish baddie and her bastard child; an ex-nun turned midwife, her doctor husband and their 4 children, one of who is a doctor in training who somehow completely recovered from polio with no lingering difficulties; the nuns’ and midwives’ handyman, his mayor/haberdasher wife and their adoptive son and the social worker ex-husband of one of the ex-midwives who lives above the haberdashery with his cat

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i love when ao3 comes back from downtime and they're like "thank you for your patience" and we Were Not Patient at all

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I WANT MY BEDTIME STORY ☹️

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Ok guys, I’m officially about to crash out I need my wife back.

I’ve gone all day without her I’ve read everything I can on Tumblr, I even went and read on Fanfiction.net and Wattpad. Imma bout to go back to my roots and read fanfiction on YouTube.

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as a wise stranger on the internet said, “a happy trail to my happy meal”

HAPPY TRAIL AND MAN BOOBS

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Your way of being nonbinary doesn't require justification. Anyone who assumes that nonbinary people must exist in a certain way are mistaken.

Live your life in a way that's true to you because that's the best proof that you could ever provide.

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me checking the starker tag like it's the morning paper

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The fact there’s very little Mateo fanfiction is an actual disgrace. Am I not searching hard enough?

Anyway if you know any send them my way lol

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I know I said I’d spam it but I took over 815 photos/videos and I’m too embarrassed to put videos cuz you can hear me shouting the lyrics lol but like this was the best concert I’ve ever been to and made my whole childhood. It was a dream come true and I’m waiting impatiently on my tattoo appointment to get my new tats for them ❤️

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i mean no disrespect to jily shippers but

whenever i’m reading an older fic and jily shows up i just…

skip their chapters.

not out of hate, just

i’m simply not used to straight people being there.

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the nonbinary urge to rip out your SOUL at 3am

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i fear that nothing else will top the experience of being in the theater and hearing the living tombstone come on in the credit scene. that moment is UNMATCHED. the sound of the entire theater screaming in excitement... INSANE. i still have not recovered more than a year and a half after the fact.