#LITERALLY HOW DID THEY DO THAT
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infinitelystrangemachinex · 9 months ago
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The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.
The Arcane is waking up.
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inkskinned · 20 days ago
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i. when i was 19 and in a very hetero relationship, i fell in love with Andrea Gibson.
ii. we were poor so i was going to community college and also working a full-time job. i was miserable. the nicest thing that happened to me during that time was that someone bought me a free coffee. i had been sobbing in the corner of the library. she said you look like you needed help. i was so sad at the time that i was looking for "the sign". almost like a mantra, i'd say things like if there's a nice sunset, i won't kill myself tomorrow.
iii. you know, in all that time, i never wanted anything. the idea of desire was so foreign to me that i couldn't conceptualize a favorite color. what is want in the voidspace?
iv. andrea was the first, is the thing. i found their work on button poetry. i watched a poem once and then twice and then sat back and thought to myself - what i had been writing was not poetry, it was reaction. what andrea was writing was poetry. i knew it had to be, because it burst inside of me. i looked down and a hole had torn open. there was nothing for it. i put my hands inside the wound and started to pull.
v. it was slam poetry and then pretentious poetry and then esoteric poetry and then the black mountain poets and then tender buttons and then back to slam again and then back to the classics and theory and the academic shit and then finally thank-god understanding started dawning and then upwards into contemporaries and inwards into why aren't i writing something real and then realizing i never understood anything then crying about three syllables that don't sound right and then sunning myself outside of the emily dickinson house and then back to slam and back to the roots of it and backwards into -
vi. and the joy! holy fuck i wish i could tell you about it. on the back of ink came life. it was community and safety and pushing limits. it was saying oh yeah no i'm gay and oh shit i'm nonbinary. it was a cliche; life like a map just exploding. because i knew - i had my thing. wherever i went, so too would come writing.
vii. on saturday i reached 7,700 poems on here. i made myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. i have been writing seriously, almost-every-day, sometimes multiple times a day - for over 10 years. i started this, became this - because i saw someone stand on stage and say something i knew to be poetry.
viii. andrea died today, july 14th, 2025, at the age of 49.
ix. i will never have the words for what they gave me.
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noornight · 10 months ago
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Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)
Based on this
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prismatic-et-al · 1 month ago
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hi americans. do you feel helpless and scared? do you have access to a phone? boy, do I have the product for you!
it's "call your House representatives right fucking now"!
so the senate passed HR1 aka the big beautiful bill aka "let's slash the budget for every single public social service including planned parenthood clinical services, SNAP, and medicaid, while tripling ICE's budget and rolling back environmental protections" bill
here's what to do!
enter your zip code here to find your rep's name and number, as well as a script to read. if you want to go off-script, this site has some general tips.
call.
rinse and repeat every day
that's it!
I don't care if you don't think it's the most effective method of protest. you can do other things on top of this, it takes almost no time, and it's not going to hurt our chances at blocking or delaying it so more terms will be cut from the bill
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killaura · 10 months ago
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my chemical romance taken on a 2008 digital camera as god intended
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friedricebunny · 4 months ago
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i'm really so curious how deeply tbhx is gonna go with its whole premise of "heroes are made and gain powers based on trust" because i really wasn't anticipating that
1) moon/xiao yueqing has teleportation-based powers but because everyone wants her and nice to stick together, her teleportation leads back to nice which was INSANE to me
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2) lin ling is becoming increasingly more worried about being clean and perfect which is a side effect of nice's image of perfection which is indicating that this whole trust system can have mental effects??? and that's horrifying to me???
we are 2 episodes in, how deep is this gonna go
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yourlocaloser · 4 months ago
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Something about Viktor and Jayce waking up and cuddling in bed idk. I was sleep deprived and finished this at 6am in the morning after being up all night. So that’s why the lighting doesn’t make the most sense.
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kawareo · 3 months ago
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"AI does this better than me :("
"My work is never as good as AI's :("
"I have to use AI to be good :("
you're devaluing yourself. AI is not smart, it's not creative, it just has access to the whole internet at once (which btw includes all the wrong things), and guess what, so do you. You're better than the plagiarism machine and you've been lied to and told that it's smarter than you and I hope you stop believing that because you deserve better
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shoujopowerscaling · 1 year ago
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toxic yuri this toxic yuri that. and just when you think it couldnt get any crazier they break out the spinning piano
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inkskinned · 6 days ago
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it took me 964 applications. i've been counting, but not well. i don't always add every quick-apply to the spreadsheet. this one was five rounds of interviews. saying my elevator pitch like a parrot, peppy and happy. for a long time, i didn't hear anything from them. i thought it was the same as always - they say where did we find you, seem excited, then ghost me. i had sent three follow-up emails hi, just checking in! excited for this opportunity!
i have a master's degree and over 10 years of work in the industry. i've worked 5 jobs at once. i have worked hard and i tried hard my entire life, no matter how burnt out i got or whatever else happened to me. i am the representation of the american dream.
but i'm not a good fit for an entry-level job, i guess, so i get told a lot we just don't think you're be happy. but they fill other positions internally, instead saying - well, there was another candidate who had 6 more days of experience. if i'm lucky, i get this sad little email back from the recruiter, all saying the same thing: we liked you, but we went with another option, good luck job hunting. that is - if i'm lucky, and they even communicate at all with me.
what a waste of fucking time. i've been counting interviews - i am a fucking master total of 42 fucking hours. can you fucking believe. i would have made rent if they'd fucking paid me.
and now nobody does remote, even though this is a job that for the last five years has been remote-completely. now they are paying 14 an hour for a job that used to be 33.50. now they are saying we are looking for rockstars and mean we don't give you health insurance. "we need someone motivated and a little crazy" translates to you will have one day of PTO annually. every job board filled with the same AI-generated bullshit of "our values/join our family/Make Waves With Us". they need to be constantly growing. who knows if they're genuinely hiring.
sometimes i want to write did you know i saved a life once into the cover letter. sometimes i want to put a little secret in there, a little short story about how when i was a kid i used to dream of speaking to my plants. i have the same six conversations with people and answer the same eight questions. sometimes at the end they'll throw something in there that's completely irrelevant. what is my go-to belting song (and yes, they say, there is a wrong answer). what animal would i turn into. what's the most reactive element i've had direct contact with. do i know how to lift an elephant.
964 feels like a nice number, somehow round and pleasing. sometimes i have nightmares where the spreadsheet grows arms and strangles me to death. i saw an old friend in one of these recently; he said the earth will end and you'll still be applying until you run out of breath. 964 is a lot of time to spend filling out an application on a site that doesn't load properly and just steals my information.
one time in desperation i applied for a supermarket position. just anything to make the ends meet, good lord, i'd take anything. i was rejected from it. i'm not, like, proud. i'd take anything so i can afford to live again. and meanwhile, god! our fucking president!
i can't think about it without shaking. i had to beg for help. i paid my own way through college - i have been working (under the table) since i was 12.
nine hundred and sixty-four. and finally! something! and here's the fucking thing: i had to turn it down because it's in your city. how pathetic to think that 2 months ago, i would have agreed to move out to DC, my hands in your hair. my life splashed on your sheets. how pathetic that 2 months ago, you said you wanted me. 964 fucking jobs later, and how pathetic! i can't say yes because my life is entirely different. holy shit.
it's just hell. because god fucking protect you if you have a breakup or a mental breakdown or health issues or need your meds. you can try for a year and still hear fucking nothing from the job market. i have no idea how many times i've said i give up and i still fucking kept doing it. every moment like sandpaper against a raw wound. lowering and lowering my expectations. watching my savings dwindle to nothing. thank you for submitting your application!
back into the frying pan. over and over again.
#spilled ink#warm up#you have no idea what the fuckkkkk this did to my psyche lol#you keep showing up in my dreams and i'm like ..... isn't it enough u broke me. and broke my heart.#isn't it enough i believed in the lies u fed me? how i saw the BEST in you - ironically! i still do! i still think you're just... scared#that something in you broke and you never learned how to treat other people right bc if you get mean first#it protects you - isn't it enough that you smeared me to your friends and told this huge elaborate story#about how i am a terrible person and a terrible partner. about how (after HOURS of me holding u. speaking to u. being ur therapist)#i am the one who ''abandoned'' our relationship. i am the one who ''doesn't listen''. god fucking damn it#it's been too long . i am literally already fucking doing the thing i always do. where i start blaming myself#bc i always do. i question my own motives. i think - maybe i WASNT doing the right thing!#and then i'd apologize to you. ignore the ways u had been SO cruel and unkind to me . bc i wanted it to be okay#this is our fucking pattern. you said to me ''i feel like i can't say anything right'' when i was like '' u just have to say it more kindly#i listened. i tried. i sobbed myself to sleep at night. i tried being quiet. i tried getting loud. i tried apologizing. i tried#standing my ground. i was so fucking exhausted. i just wanted my fucking best friend back. the person you were with#vanishing frequency - the girl i was DEVOTED to. and the paywall to meet her was just... higher and higher and higher#i fell for you and ur rabbit teeth and ur laughter and how ur hands look. i wrote u a fucking book#i would have given up my entire life. seeing my family and friends. watching my nephew age. i would have.#i didn't tell u about this job bc i was hoping we could break out the 'secco. kiss. make plans to move in together#and the whole time. behind my back ....... u were making up this narrative. i said to u - ''i think u hate me''. & i really think u did.
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gludgenbell · 7 months ago
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Hi I'm still alive btw have some disciple ver. bingyuan
found little binghe in the woodshed with a ruined hand :(
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balimaria · 9 months ago
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one day, I will set this right
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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bring your son to work day
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honey-bird10 · 6 months ago
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MAN I WAS ALREADY NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME MAKING THIS BUT THEN I NEEDED TO CHANGE SOMETHING AND THIS PROMPT CAME UP WHEN I TRIED TO SAVE IT YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK I'll JUST DIE
HERE IT IS WITHOUT THE PROMPT IF ANYONE CARES
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potato-lord-but-not · 6 months ago
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OSCAR GETS PRETTY PRIVILEGE BECAUSE I SAY SO ☝️☝️💥💥💥🗣️🗣️
+ some bonus boyfriends
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zan0tix · 10 months ago
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