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tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like

“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”

and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent

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i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY

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blogging

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

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Congratulations!

You reached the bedrock after u scrolled ur feed so deep.

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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

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I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM SOMEONE WHOSE LAST NAME IS GONCHAROV

And I am LOSING IT

I am too involved with tumblr for this

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mentally i’m a slut physically i’m scared of intimacy 

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SL was built to kill Michael

Ok so, let me start by saying that I am a new fan. I've watched a lot of stuff and I'd like to say I'm quite knowledgeable in the lore by now, but if there's something I'm missing I apologize.

That said.

Sister Location takes place in a rental underground structure, Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. This would suggest that the animatronics don't perform there, and therefore wouldn't need that much space. Plus, if you're going to rent animatronics in an attempt to collect children's souls, I don't think it's a very intelligent move to only have ONE of each. The more copies, the better, no?

Unless it was never meant to be a storage space for a rental company.

SL feels like a maze. Physically, when you have to make your way through Ballora Gallery and Funtime Auditorium. Mentally, when you have to fix/dismantle animatronics, or when you're trapped in the suit. Psychologically, when HandUnit and Circus Baby start giving you completely opposite directions and you have to decide who to trust.

But the thing is, if you trust HandUnit, you die during Night 2(I think), when you try to cross Ballora Gallery. If you trust Baby, you die in the Scooper Room. Even if you don't follow Baby's directions during that last part, Ennard finds you anyway. Contrary to most of the other games, this one does not let you leave alive, no matter how you play it (even in PS the player theoretically has a choice to remain or walk away, as we know from Henry's "There was a way out planned for you etc.").

But thing is, you play as Michael. You killed your own brother, albeit accidentally. You killed your father's son. And, if I'm not wrong, SL doesn't take place that long after FNAF4.

SL is not a rental company. It's the slowest, most meticulously planned out and most painful revenge Afton could take on Michael.

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DIFFERENT WOMEN'S BODY TYPES SHOULD BE REPRESENTED NOT BECAUSE YOU FIND THEM HOT OR SEXY OR WANT THEM TO STEP ON YOU BUT BECAUSE THEYRE NORMAL RAAAAAH RAAAAAAAAAH I DONT CARE THAT YOU WANT A BUFF WOMAN TO THROW YOU SHUT UPPPPPP RAAAAAAAAAHHHH

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Tumblr users will see a post mentioning a day if the week and just fucking black out and reblog it

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ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen