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our new full length album Breach will be here in september. the first song, The Contract, comes out june 12th. hello Clancy hello Blurryface let’s finish this |-/

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so very sorry 12doomed im literally obsessed w all of your art

third times the charm

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XO

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tumblr user loiswasadevil you will always be famous

Brian said to me "You know real stoners actually celebrate on 7/10" and I told him "God shut the hell up"

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having a normal one

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YES GAWDDDD MY FAV FOB ARTIST IS MAKING ART OF MY OTHER FAVORITE BLORBOS!! THE ONES FROM MY SHOW!!!

look at my doctors i’m going to flatline

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Neil!!!

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We finally did it, y’all! We’re married 💍

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been loving the recent posts about chase because bro is so insane as a character

- dead mother, abusive czech dad who visits him while dying of lung cancer and doesn’t say anything

- goes to seminary, tries become a priest but gets axed after sleeping with the groundskeeper’s wife

- ends up becoming a doctor like his dad after all

- is australian

- has an ambiguous background in bdsm

- falls in love with his coworker after hearing her mention sex one singular time

- has internalised fatphobia

- is friends with nuns

- sleeps with his coworker (who’s stolen meth from a patient after possibly getting hiv from said patient)

- has sex with his coworker in a patient’s house, and in the hospital’s sleep lab, and in a storage closet

- kisses a 9 year old with terminal cancer after she begs him to

- gets fired and proceeds get a different job on a different floor of the same hospital

- hypnotises his boss (who has just gotten his skull cracked open)

- goes into anaphylactic shock after doing body shots off a stripper at his bachelor’s party (planned by his ex-boss, who’s subconscious (in the form of a hallucination of ex-boss’s best friend’s dead girlfriend) tries to murder chase by deliberately hiring a stripper who uses strawberry lotion that chase is allergic to)

- marries his coworker on the day their ex-boss gets committed to a psychiatric hospital

- murders an african dictator

- nearly gets caught for murdering the dude, has to be covered by his ex-ex-boss and coworker

- goes into a spiral which convinces his coworker-wife that he’s cheating on her 2 months into their marriage

- confesses to murdering the dictator to his wife, who leaves him

- sleeps with his ex-wife/ex-coworker in an exam room while the hospital is on emergency lockdown

- gets his only new haircut in the entire show after his divorce

- pretends to be a dumb, misogynistic, unemployed american while speed dating to prove that his looks don’t matter as much as his personality. even while pretending to be a loser, he still gets a bunch of women’s numbers

- sleeps with a woman at the wedding of some important hospital person, gets photographed nude, and is then made fun of by all his coworkers for having a tiny dick

- gets stabbed

- has a sex dream about his coworker who he is very much not into after the coworker confesses to having a sex dream about him

- takes over the diagnostics department after his boss and boss’s boybestfriend run away for their gay death pact

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No context this scene sounds like they're telling House to get his bisexuality under control

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on being trans: an ode and an elegy

i am transgender.

i have known this concretely for about 7 years. i have known that i wasn't quite a girl for much longer.

my family chalked it up to tomboyishness. that was an acceptable form of gender rebellion; they didn't have to acknowledge anything, so it wasn't there.

when i did come out to them at fourteen (via text, as i was terrified that saying the quiet part out loud would force them to squash it), there was nothing. no change, no reassurances. my mom said exactly this:

"we know. be home in 15."

we never talked about it. like i had never said a word. the most i got was performative language from my mother in sessions with my psychiatrist. outside of that room, it didn't actually matter to her. it didn't matter that i had bared the softest parts of my soul just to say that i exist. it didn't matter that i was moments away from being another statistic. it didn't matter that i tore my skin open with the desire to escape it. we never talked about it.

the ignorance hurt more than any rejection ever could.

we do not talk about it.

i am now nineteen. i have been on testosterone for roughly 9 months. my voice has dropped and my bones have been covered and my mustache grows in dark. she has helped with injections. everyone who matters calls me gray. we still do not talk about it.

my father is hateful. he has tried to stop me every step of the way and she has enabled him. he has torn down my flags and demanded i act the part of daughter. i continue to grow through the cracks in the pavement.

do not mistake my story for tragedy. my transness is not an ailment or burden. i am loved, not despite being trans, and not even though i'm trans. it is a simple fact of my existence and i am loved in the acknowledgement of it. in the celebration and radical acceptance of it.

it is freeing, and it is terrifying. especially now, transgender people are being aggressively targeted in the government. as of writing this, 821 bills that would harm trans and gender-nonconforming people are in consideration nationwide. 88 anti-trans federal bills were proposed in 2024. two years prior, there were zero.

this is political violence. these are the textbook warning signs of genocide. we are being stripped of our humanity. we are being denied healthcare, employment, homes, respect, acknowledgement, and dignity. our children are being taken from us, our marriages invalidated, our existence pushed out of the spaces we share with our cis peers.

do i threaten you by sharing a stage or a sports team with my brothers? am i brainwashing children by simply affirming that i am a man when they have questions? would you take my medication and my name and my identity from me, knowing that it would kill me?

there is no exaggeration. i would be dead. forcing myself to be a girl killed me in every single way you can be without physically dying. and in the worst of it, i almost did.

my friends, you have allowed me be alive. i urge you stand for all of the trans people in your life. leave no space for hate or denial of our existence. be vocal.

this is not asking you to love every single trans person without question; like everyone else, we can be bad people. this is asking to recognize that transness is not the root of evil. that transness is real and factual and not tied to the worth or integrity of an individual.

i am trans in the same way that i am nineteen and i have freckles and my eyes crinkle when i smile. it is true. there is nothing else to understand.

i am gray.

IN THE FACE OF EXTERMINATION, SAY FUCK YOU!

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There’s something so sinister about this and I can’t describe it

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nothing quite like the unshakable grief of watching your ocs suffer knowing it's a hell you built for them

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I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shōnen protagonists could beat up which other shōnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.

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thinking about pete's fangs a lot today. what he considers his biggest physical insecurity. does he know the transmascs love the fangs? does he.

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happy cakeday to the legendary jacksepticeye, who made 10 year old me chronically afraid that there was an evil alternate version of myself and i wouldn't be able to make content out of it