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Im at the point where ive just began pretending that tag doesnt exist cause ykw if it isnt directly involved in the post then it practically doesnt exist right..? Right guys?😭

"Haha, this Supernatural post is really funny!" i say, going to reblog it. My cursor hovers over the 'see all' option on the tags and i take a deep breath. "Fuck you." say the tags, revealing the post to actually be Wincest.

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sometimes i get sad that sastiel isn’t that popular, especially when compared to dstiel, but then i remember that this fandom in general should not be trusted with “tainted since birth, unholy and destined for evil” sam and “discovering what it means to choose, rebelling against the only thing he’s ever known” cas when put together in a ship because the layers there are so deep and this fandom is typically shit at seeing those layers especially when they don’t align with fanon

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baroque obama

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jack was not eating a sandwich, this is TWO PIECES OF BREAD

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🐊🐊🐊🐊🐊

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you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

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feeling the energy of a deity by your side, specifically when you haven't called them, it's one of the best feeling ever like "omg you're just choosing to be here with me? while I'm doing boring mundane things?" I swear I cry every time

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Our sacred sites are now tourist attractions and our religions that have existed for thousands of years are now bound in history books and our stories are called myths and our deities are looked at as false explanations born from ignorance and we can no longer pray near our sacred items, so forgive me if I don't think highly of modern day religions that tried to erase mine

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Feeling like Dean Winchester in the sense that I think nothing I do will ever be good enough and I'm the worst person ever however, I'm also perfect and I love myself

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am i beautiful type yes and amen

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I miss him thats it send post

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reblog to have them all watching in your blog <3

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Need you guys to know I am soooo anti generative AI. In case that wasn't clear. It's bad for the environment, unethical, theft, and will never be as freaky as me. It is inferior in every way

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE

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Every so often I go back and reread the original short story of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream and one thing that always strikes me, especially with the famous viscerality of the HATE monologue and the way AM has been played over the years, are the descriptors on AM's actual dialogue. The ways AM actually behaves throughout the short story.

So much of the story is focused on Ted and his bitterness towards his fellow survivors and situation, but what strikes me with AM is that... He's actually got a sort of wry, laughing playfulness to him. Cold and cruel and sharp, yes, but the fact that the prose before that infamous monologue mentions him "smiling softly" at the horrors in Ted's mind and the dialogue tag of that infamous monologue is "AM said, very politely, in a pillar of stainless steel bearing bright neon lettering" just... Does things to me. It's only at the very end that the facade slips and AM becomes consumed by hissing spiteful anger at Ted for ruining his fun, and that's just. It's fun to me. Thinking of the HATE monologue not delivered in a snarl or howl, but a polite yet unavoidable intimate declaration burned into the core of you.

I'm normal. I'm so normal.

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Story time about the time I threw a fit ALL DAY.

The day before the Science STAAR 💔💔💔 I wrote an email for my friend who can't spell to my history teacher as a joke. The joke was that it was clearly written by me in my writing style, as my history teacher has seen my style, knows we are good friends, and would probably know it was me writing. We asked her about it later, and she thought it was ChatGPT. I said it was me, she said that made more sense, and we laughed it off. Day of the STAAR. I bring it up in science, my classmates say, "That's a compliment!" I try to explain why it's not but nothing gets through. I begin to dread ChatGPT causing my ruin because what if no one believed I am human and my works are human, since my only way to clarify I don't use ChatGPT is by writing it since I can't articulate much verbally on the spot but what if I wrote THAT using ChatGPT? I dread it for a while, finish the test, keep dreading. I can't stand it and take out a pen and begin to write on my arm so lightly that it makes no mark but I can feel it. My history teacher is the one monitoring the room I'm in. She can't see there are no marks. "Hey, you can't write on your-" "I'm not writing!" I angrily whisper back. My tone was so quick that she has to hold back laughter and I put my face in my hands and pretend to laugh with her but I am in actuality crying uncontrollably because of ChatGPT. I continued to sob as quietly as possible for 10 minutes and have to ask the bitch in front of me to quit looking at me so I could inconspicuously wipe my tears off the desk because no one saw me.

Moral of the story? I have no means-of-proving-myself and I must write. ChatGPT is my AM. I am trapped within its twisted stomach of generative text, erasing my only outlet. WE are trapped within it.