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POV: two bisexuals give you relationship advice

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I love auto-selecting camp supplies, it’s too funny

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I love the random replacements for clichés writers insert in science fiction shows. like when a 21st-century human would say "stop pacing you'll wear a hole in the floor" but in a space show the alien/future human says "you're oscillating like a Betelgeusian night badger" or some shit. like fuck yeah he is. amazing drive-by worldbuilding. I'm gonna spend the next half hour wondering why the Betelgeusian night badger evolved to do that

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"average star trek fan posts about lizard sex all year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average star trek fan posts about lizard sex once a year. ds9 fans, who live in caves & posts over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Blurg. I'm sick.

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every time

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I was looking up flower language for writing reasons and a well-meaning person was like "Oh, telling your boyfriend you love them?" HA. HAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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I can't seem to write alone. I don't know why

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I feel so old and out of time. Like I'm just waiting for the end.

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applied for 100 jobs today.

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Chapter .05?

The air was musty, cloying. It always was, perhaps always will be. Except in the dining hall and boudoir of course, where the master of the house liked to relax. Those rooms were rewards and lures to those who did well and pleased him. It’s where Gwen resided, her eyes hollow and her hands busy. Often she cleaned the giant table in the dining hall, replacing the rotting food and shooing away the flies. The boudoir, once a room of rest and respite in hedonistic fashion, became a bedroom/trophy case. It’s where Rapheal refitted the room with a frieze looking above the room of Gwen’s former self: Happy, vibrant, free. Just to remind her what she lost. Large, golden bookshelves overflowed with books, once he knew she pretended to read. She was never taught the written word, and would pour over the pages, inventing her own stories to occupy her time when cleaning was done. Heroes, villains, love, loss. It was a private joke to himself, one he never got tired of. Those pages she’d pour over were ones he picked specifically. They housed either pornographic tales of dwarven women like her, or they were gruesomely explicit accounts of torture documented over centuries. Gwen was so close to becoming his Despair. His method of torture. His beloved pet. His toy. His. His. All His. The constant killing and reviving her was starting to become almost boring. A few games of hide-and-seek where he’d kill her when she was found. A children’s game in a pool where he held her underwater until her body stopped struggling. Once he invited her to a romantic dance, and out of curiosity, bit into her neck. That night he learned seeing your own sinew in the mouth of someone else creates shock, which dulls pain. She didn’t even scream for him until a few hours later, as she was locked in a cold box for storage. It took 3 days to finish his meal. She was terrified of him, which only pleased him more. Her nose twitched when she was scared, leading to his nickname of her. “Little Rabbit.” But, at this moment, he needed her cooperation. The lovely mind games of fear and breaking her down until she saw him for the God he saw himself to be would have to wait. It was time to smooth out his silver tongue and pull out the charm.

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I got fired from my job. hopefully if I just write stuff it'll take my mind off things. I'm open to requests.

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Hello! I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.

I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.

I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.

Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤

I'm really sorry, I have -50 bucks in my bank.

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uh. So I have this oc named Gwen. She's an amnesiac Dwarf. uh. She likes rocks!

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I have no idea how Tumblr works.