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WAIT "iykyk" means "if you know you know"??????? i thought it was just the new cool kids way to keysmash

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When AO3 is down: My beloved has left for the trenches and I miss them dearly. I shall await their return eagerly.

When AO3 is back up: My beloved has returned! Rejoice! We shall have a feast of the finest caliber!

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Oop someone got caught staring

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no more “girlboss” no more “mom friend” say something about that female character’s personality or blow up

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wearing those heels while running on the back of an elephant… nami ur perfect~

(my nami for @namiartcollab!)

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need a single syllable word with the same punch and familiarity as “son” but for women. “Are ya winning son” is one of my favorite things to say because of how it is but not everyone I know is a son of someone. “Are ya winning girl” is fine but sounds at best more grandfatherly than regarding someone as your own offspring in a joking or supportive way. Also I’m worried of over saturating “girl” in my vocab as it’s already a very usable term. “Are ya winning daughter” sounds too formal and loses steam by the “er” part. “Are ya winning lass” works quite well with the added bonus of making you sound like a ferryman but there are many people who are afraid of ferrymen because they go around on big scary boats on big waters. “Are ya winning woman” loses points on all accounts except alliteration. “Are ya winning boss” however is the likely best bet with matching the affection and silliness, not to mention most women are either a high level opponent signaling the conclusion of an area or live in California

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The muppets must be liberated

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went to my best friend’s house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, “did you do that?” she said, “yes, I saved them.”

turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadn’t sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.

cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. “Let me save you [turn you into a monster].”

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to the person who tagged one of my viral posts “posts that have 1 note to me” how does it feel that that made me laugh harder than anything ive ever said

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Yeah

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Cat

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the cupcake is such a beautiful idea. oh a little cake you can hold in your hand? and decorated so cutely no less? how delightful!

but the reality of eating a cupcake is the most undignified process there's really no winning. you can lick the icing off or you can try to get a bite off the whole side of it which compromises the integrity of the whole structure crumbling the icing is all over your mouth and nose and forehead at the end of it desperately surping and sucking at the clumps stuck to the wrapper which doesn't even succeed in keeping it from getting all over your hands just total wild animal experience

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