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Okay. Reblog this and tag with a numerical response for how many of these artists you listen to. It’s stereotypical “tumblr user” music.

Lemon Demon

Tally Hall

Death Grips

Jack Stauber

Mr Bungle

King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard

Devo

Oingo Boingo

Aquabats

Weird Al

My Chemical Romance

100gecs

Talking Heads

They Might Be Giants

Mitski

Girl In Red

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i hope i never ever ever see this image while im high or it will also straight up kill me. it would make me so scared my skeleton would run away And id be a boneless scared heap on the ground

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i am. tired

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i feel bad for bigender people, the commute between Jupiter and college has got to be rough

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Shows tonight! Performing Beauty and the Beast.

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behold, RoboScar and his hands

+ Pearl giving him a gun

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Short Prompt #62

“You have the loveliest eyes,” A crooned, sliding into the seat beside B.

B shot them a dry look, angling their eyepatch in the dim bar light.

“Well, eye,” the annoyance corrected.

It only took about 3 seconds to identify their type. Peeking eyeteeth, hungry predator stare, corpse pale skin. Vampire. Not old school. Undead usually stuck to threads from their own era, and A’s lack of a waistcoat and cravat meant they were at least from this century.

B flicked up their collar and ducked the hole in their cheek into their jacket. “Why are you talking to me?”

“Pardon?”

“What’s your deal? Your friends dare you to come over or something? Trying to get a closer look? Yes, my skin really is this blue. No, pieces of myself don’t actively fall off. And no, I’m not going to tell you the story of my ‘undeath.’”

The vampire held their hands out in front of them. “Woah, fists down, sunshine.” They settled in firmer. “Do people really ask those sorts of things?”

“What? You’ve never been asked that before?” It came out a little more sarcastic than B had intended, and despite themselves, a bit of guilt edged in on the perpetually ravenous ache in their gut. It wasn’t the vampire’s fault they were a more fortunate undead than they were, the sort people ogled and romanticized and begged to come near—even at the risk of something dangerous.

But it was still infuriating.

Who did they think they were? Coming up here with their looks and their cheesy lines, thinking B would just fall all over themselves to bask in their attention. They weren’t stupid; they knew what was really happen—

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought you were cute and wanted to talk to you.”

B gaped, forgetting too late to keep their chin tucked down. Surely they’d seen the hole, and all the teeth within, but for some reason A didn’t cringe.

That wasn’t actually possible right? People didn’t get romantic about their sort of dead. It was too messy, too ugly, too unstable. This was still a set up. Just like B had suspected. It had to be.

“Forgive me for not buying that…but I’m not buying that.”

They moved to turn back to their drink, but suddenly the vampire’s face was right in front of theirs. If anyone had lovely eyes, it was them, a deep molten amber that rippled in the light.

“We can go somewhere more private if you like,” they said, flickers of fangs showing through their sultry smile. “Just you and me. Would that prove my intentions?”

“Not really,” B said flatly.

A long sigh dogged the end of the vampire’s chuckle. After a moment, they held out their hand. “Come with me anyway? For spontaneity’s sake?”

B stared. And stared. And stared. Until they’d committed the glossy black tips of those slender-fingered nail points to memory. They supposed it really couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like a vampire could hurt them, not physically, and they were already prepared for the worst, so they should be emotionally sound too.

“Fine,” they said, accepting A’s hand.

People said a vampire’s skin was cold as ice, but temperature wasn’t really something B’s body recognized anymore. They’d been used to it for a long time, but for some reason in this instant, the lack of sensation hit them like a tidal wave. Soaking them in long past wants and wishes they’d thought successfully and deeply entombed.

They were probably going to regret this.

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’’They literally didn’t even taste that good’’

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Bird up 🤟

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"GOOD LUCK, SIR!

I THINK YOU KNOW A LOT ABOUT LUCK. BUT GOOD LUCK CAN'T LAST FOREVER.

UNLESS YOU'RE REALLY LUCKY."

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i want. a little treat......pecan pie...........................................dr perpper.

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I want to make a pngtuber for myself so I practice on phi

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There's something I feel towards others that's not romantic or platonic or "love". It's something that's inherently tied to my alloaro identity. It's sexual attraction mixed with a deep longing for affection and closeness that I don't feel towards friends. Every label I've come across to describe it just doesn't feel right.

I've taken to simply describing it as "intimate" attraction. I want an intimate relationship. I think this is perfect because intimate means to be close, while also being a euphemism for sex.

I also think it would be hilarious to call the polyamorous version of intimate relationships "intimax"

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this clip of pastra and th3badd3st is so unbelievably funny to me, i cant help but laugh along with them