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ted likes country music idc. charlotte puts it on and he complains but hes internally jammin out.

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need him in a way. not telling you which one

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do you ship it?

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Them

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ted would hear good luck babe, completely miss the wlw context, and listen to it about charlotte i think. he even uses the phrase "when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, nothing more than his wife" in an argument once. charlotte's very confused by his sudden poetic cadence for that small part of the fight until she hears the song playing in a shop.

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new sex position were you dont touch at all. in fact one of you dies

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real

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a They Deserve Each Other shipping scale where on one end of the axis you have the “no one else is good enough for them” ships, and on the other end you have the ships that need to be together monogamously forever as a quarantine measure. whatever the fuck is wrong with both of them must be contained for the greater good.

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new ship dynamic called schrodinger’s divorce where characters are simultaneously bitterly divorced and fondly married for twenty years

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#charted and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by janes-a-charted-stan

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inspired by x [link]

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Bitches be like, "Well I like to headcanon/think that [such and such]" implying they've thought about it beforehand and/or for a while but in Reality they thought of this maybe two seconds ago. Each word coming out of their mouth is as new to them as it is to you

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Call me back when you get this.

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i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-

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let them be soft you cowards

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A cute lil Charlotte/Gary fwb fic set during the Honey Festival where they both sort out their feelings for Ted and Linda respectively. And absolutely nothing bad happens. Promise.