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i think one of the best parts about being a teenager in the early to mid 2010s was that cigarettes were definitely not cool anymore and vapes hadn’t popularized yet so my lungs made it out of my peak impressionable years relatively unscathed

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some beetles cant fly but they dont mind. they are more armored than agile and in certain situations this is desirable

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Ate moldy chocolate. What’s next for my career?

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Hello Mr. Boot, you appear to have been reblogged in sticker form on a city bus in Reykjavík, Iceland

OH MY GOD?

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New fear unlocked:

I go to dashcon 2 to meet the muppet joker and he's actually british

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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what are the worst haters you've got?

I don't know. But I just blocked someone for demanding to know (on anon, of course) what gives me the audacity to assume that chinese LGBT+ people exist and have queer experiences. Considering that the term "poc" was used, I'm assuming it was an american.

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for tlhod secret santa 2024!

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david lupton's illustrations for the folio society edition of the left hand of darkness. rly nice textures

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there's something in the left hand of darkness about how estraven and genly's perceptions are both massively influenced by concepts of shifgrethor and gender respectively, but both struggle to actually explain what they actually MEAN. estraven can provide only the literal definition of the word, genly just. babbles trying to describe a woman.

i dunno. something about societal structures feeling unyielding to those who are raised in them but get soft around the edges when confronted by the unfamiliar

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estraven fleeing karhide

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Here we are, drawing a smol Estraven walking into exile. One way into Orgoreyn… (I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this book)

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But he was off, downhill: a magnificent fast skier, and this time not holding back for me. [...] He ran from me, and straight into the guns of the border-guards. I think they shouted warnings or orders to halt, and a light sprang up somewhere, but I am not sure; in any case he did not stop, but flashed on towards the fence, and they shot him down before he reached it. [...] They shot to kill him. He was dying when I got to him, sprawled and twisted away from his skis that stuck up out of the snow, his chest half shot away. I took his head in my arms and spoke to him, but he never answered me; only in a way he answered my love for him, crying out through the silent wreck and tumult of his mind as consciousness lapsed, in the unspoken tongue, once, clearly, "Arek!" Then no more. I held him, crouching there in the snow, while he died. They let me do that.

-- "Homecoming", The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin