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MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

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i keep forgetting we can like comments on this app now. thats crazy

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keep thinking about Zoraal Ja's dick situation cause on one hand - lizard man so two dicks right? but at the same time not having two heads was kinda the whole thing he was insecure about

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Jonathan Kent said parents aren’t for telling their kids who they’re going to be, they’re for giving them the tools to decide that for themselves, and anyway the ultimate Soft Dad has been crowned in Superman (2025).

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the only reliable, effective way of "protecting children" is education. but people don't want to hear that because they don't actually care about protecting children, they care about protecting a mythologised ideal of innocence

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anybody else have like. public and private pronouns. like yeah strangers can use he or she for me idc but if you're a friend im expecting they/them only. and if you're a close friend you unlock the super secret rights to use it/its (exclusive) (rare drop)

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Ravyn

Membership reward for my art tier member on ko-fi/

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tumblr today as the one indie gamer who hasn't played hollow knight:

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FFXIV Bird Minion Glams 🐣

7 // Fledgling Dodo

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saying ao3 needs to censor certain content is like saying a museum can't have still life art that includes strawberries because you don't like them.

these are not real strawberries. you do not have to, and in fact cannot, eat them. no one with a strawberry allergy will be harmed by looking at them. no migrant workers were exploited in the picking of these strawberries. there were no questionable farming practices or negative environmental impacts from growing or transporting them.

because - and i cannot stress this enough - they are not real strawberries.

if you don't like strawberries, you don't have to look at the paintings. in fact, you can get a map of the museum that lists what works are in what rooms and just. not go in there. if you see one by mistake, you can look away. just keep walking. there's plenty of other stuff to see.

yes, real strawberries can cause real quantifiable harm to real people.

but again. these are not real strawberries.

you may have whatever feelings you like about strawberries, and so can i. you can draw and write about whatever fruit floats your boat, and so can i, even if that happens to be strawberries. and we can hang our art side by side in the same gallery, provided you understand that my strawberries are not about you (and your kumquats are, shocker, not about me) and that - and this is true - neither are real.

and when the fascists break down the doors and grab all the strawberry paintings and heap them in the street and set them on fire, please know that they are coming for your kumquats next.

so if you want a place where you can show off your beautiful kumquat art safely, you're gonna have to tolerate having some strawberries in the next room.

and that's okay. because the strawberries aren't real.

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I don’t believe in personality tests but I DO think that if you go into your AO3 bookmarks and open the filter options for “additional tags” you learn forbidden knowledge about yourself

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for every boyfriend inspired by Superman (2025) to become a better person, there is a girlfriend inspired by Lois to become a worse person. break into an off limits property today in honor of lois lane. piss off authority and commit low level crimes for the sake of being nosy. love her so goddamn much

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It always struck me how it wasn't a cleric who performed the initial resurrection spell for Molly, even though there's two in the party. It's Caleb who stumbles to Mollymauk's side first, even when he has only just been dragged back from the brink of death himself. Looks at where his body is swallowed by the city's rot and decay, the husk of an empty, fallen god, and begs, "Get him out of there."

How Caduceus tries to gently tell him, "Do we do this at home--?" and Caleb insists, demands, "No. Now." How he refuses to make Mollymauk wait one moment longer, to let him suffer anymore when he can finally stop it.

How Caleb wanted to be the one to bring Molly back, to perform the ritual. Caleb, who buried Mollymauk. Who fell to his knees and dug up his grave again with his bare hands. Caleb wanting--needing--to be the one to save him. To bring him home. To heal him. Limping to his naked, bloodied corpse, pouring his whole heart in a resurrection. Promising, swearing to him, "Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf."

He could have let a cleric handle this--someone with experience, someone who's trained for this. But no. Caleb wanted to be the one to bring Mollymauk home, to save his shattered soul. Caleb, who holds Molly in his arms, gently brushes back a lock of hair and returns that tender forehead kiss from so long ago. A last touch of aching love and affection when he has nothing else to give. Nothing else he can offer Mollymauk, to give his wounded soul some last measure of stolen comfort--

How much does he love him, that Caleb wanted so badly to be the one to save him. "This could be a conversation, or it can be a reunion." "Why did we come all this way, if not for this?...Why did we go so far, and fight so hard--" Do you think Kingsley knows Caleb is the one who initially tried to resurrect him. Do you think he knows how much he truly means to him--does he see it some nights in tangled memories and fleeting dreams--

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I love having friends who reject diet culture. I love going out when everyone buys food and drinks that they enjoy. I love people who will pipe up and suggest we stop for a snack or grab a meal. I love ordering what I want and no one making comments other than how good it looks (and maybe asking to steal a bite off my plate). I love revelling in how full we are after a good meal and taking a break to appreciate how fortunate we are. I love sharing snack from our bags with one another. I love enjoying the pleasure of food and drinks and good company.