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I am so forgiving. None of these other stupid unrepentant bitches could be as gracious as me.

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it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

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if your lie is a good enough lie god will make it real

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When the tide comes home.

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heart life of a colour TV

- chainsaw man part 1 fanfic

- character study, 4.3k words

- angel devil (pov) & reze ; background makiangel

- read on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/67374322

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na na na

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xTheRemorsefulTrollx: U mad bro? Im sorry

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"some folks get deep enough into their gods, they start to forget about taking care of anything else. check the taps in the sinks. ...mm, came easy, didn't it?"

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but isn't it nice that we're getting subliminally mind-fucked together...

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it is at times difficult to make jokes on this website. everyone is so trusting, so docile. like little lambs

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i only got bad posts, can someone else make some good ones ?

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"if you like evil you can love her" true i love unhinged women

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bad moon rising

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the het shipper experiences self denial far greater than the fujoshi does i find it fascinating how many like popular m/f relationships defined by their like camaraderie and like viewing each other as equals in a job or profession where they have separate yet entangled lives and like its a drawn out subtextual tension or whatever like in many ways this is straight yaoi like the introduction of women into the professional workforce in jobs previously reserved for men gives this chance to have the fantasy of the woman treated with the same level of respect as the man and like to see this flavor of like the buddy trope now envisioned with its full romantic subtext when one of them is a woman or whatever but the het shipper denies themselves their true desires and works to make sense of this through basic romantic milestones like why do so many people want mulder and scully to get married or cohabitate or have kids like ur fully insane the operative fantasy is the fact scully never has to wash mulders socks you know like its that its entirely divorced from the home and allowed to be an equal partnership and you can literally see this break down in the show itself like the well loved amongst shippers episode where they go undercover in suburbia and its like normal mulder and scully goes out the window for bad jokes about domestic work and wanting scully to take care of certain things like in many ways the romantic fantasy of their relationship entirely disappears if u try and make it conform to these specific milestones but like they literally can be in a relationship but live in separate places they dont have to get married like you could open your mind and realize what you actually like and desire about this fantasy and thing about whats necessary or unnecessary here but people are so trapped in their normative ideas of romantic relationship milestones they cant imagine them both respecting each other and having sex and also choosing to prioritize each other forever without like marriage and children entering the picture which again completely defeats what people find desirable about them in the first place and this is a place of imagination you know anyways the ideology of the heterosexual mind..

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Many are not familiar with what is called a diva moment. Youre about to learn

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Hi. Angel on your shoulder here. It's totally ok to kill that guy

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We've all got that one friend who's probably going to be found, desperately clinging to life, in a secluded corner of the basement after a long night of partying. Their blood runs so dark and the wounds look like nothing any human or weapon could possibly inflict -- bones diced like carrots and skin peeling outward, as though something clawed its way out rather than in. Panicked, you try to ask them what happened, who or what did this, where the culprit went; but they just stare through you, eyes wide and glimmering, seemingly focused on something just over your shoulder. Isn't it beautiful? they murmur, lips twisted into a dreamlike smile. Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it beautiful?