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i think we should swap yaoi and yuri tropes more. a pair of doomed teenage boys taking a break from their afterschool music club to go on a cute planetarium date, shyly brushing fingers while internal dialogue goes on and on about the purity of their relationship. on other side of town a lesbian is getting railed by a mafia boss.

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Hosted a six fanarts on my Bluesky and I'd say it produced an interesting result

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have you noticed that they don't even want you right clicking anymore

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puppy nap

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I've never played Hollow Knight nor do I know anything about Silksong but do you know how much joy I get, especially in these times, logging on and seeing everyone collectively lose their minds and crash several major gaming platforms out of excitement

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my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

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

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ah fuck lads my underfucked post is gaining traction

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a boy and a girl can be gay for each other if theyre bisexual and their genders are weird enough

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The sketches for Chapter 4 are up on Ko-Fi! If you want to read the story ahead of time with mediocre sketches, you can donate and be able to read them and future updates forever. Otherwise, I'm going to be working on pages near daily, and just posting them when they're done. So stay tuned for that!

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spotify is Pissing me off so im just gonna locally download all my (2.7k......) songs. Cant give me ads if theyre local mp3s. bitch.

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I really can’t believe we all grew up together on this goddamn bitch of a website

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An excerpt from a Short Story

A portable, crimson radio sat atop the wooden countertop, playing London One through a well-used, crackled speaker. An upbeat, Italian melody played in tandem with the sounds of ceramics clattering, shuffling of spices and containers, and of meat being sliced against a wooden cutting board. A slurry of soy sauce, oyster sauce, sesame oil, bouillon powder, and corn starch was mixed with the pieces of sliced chicken. A similar mixture was made separate, and set aside as I sliced up an onion, bell pepper, and garlic.

I hesitated for a moment; this was the last onion in the house, and I knew mother may have wanted it for supper some night soon. But, she had always enjoyed being surprised with food already made, and she was going to be terribly busy today. Sure, it'd be chilled in the icebox by the time she was back home, but sometimes I feel she enjoyed leftovers more than fresh food.

Putting that thought aside, I focused on pouring oil into our wok, and turning on the stovetop. I've fried foods before on my own, but the idea of a grease fire always worried me. Apparently mum had done that once when she was about my age. Nearly burnt down the kitchen had Grandpa not sacrificed his coat to suffocate it. You can still see remnants of the fire if you look close enough at the paneling.

The chicken was slid into the oil carefully, frying till the slurry coating crisped and browned. The oil bubbled and popped, faint drops of grease flicking onto my face as I stirred the meat. Like waves of a yellow sea in a raging storm, the oil swirled and swirled, waves crashing onto the archipelago of meat. As the first batch was done, I let them drain on paper towels, the grease making the paper sheer and showing the plates design clear underneath, of an old, monotone schoolhouse on a river bed. Plucking out more pieces of chicken, I slid in another batch to fry. In three and a half batches, the chicken was finished frying, and the oil had darkened quite a bit. The smell alone would have been enough to call it done now, the aroma of the skin was intoxicating. But, there was still more to be had.

After moving the oil into a separate bowl to cool, I fried the vegetables in the remnants of the wok's oil. Once they were fragrant and had good colour to them, I added the crisp chicken back, as well as the set-aside-sauce. The wok was given a good shake and stir, letting the dark brown sauce coat every nook and cranny and crevice of the chicken. The last, important ingredient needed: a few cracks of black pepper over top the meat and veg. Just another shake and stir, making sure the pepper coats everything too. With a quick wipe of sweat from my brow, I clicked off the stovetop, and moved the wok aside. My meal was now complete.

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personally i think yu's a service top but i didn't pick those words