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when people put "trigger warning" on their content without specifying what the trigger warning is for

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"just not seeing enough people talking about carl clemons-hopkins, the first out nonbinary actor to be nominated for an emmy, and the nonbinary flag gown they wore last night"

@mattxiv

Carl Clemons-Hopkins on IMDB

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NPC, talking about Deuce: His hair? WACK! His gear? WACK! His jewelry? WACK! The way he talks to people? WACK! The way that he doesn't even like to smile? WACK! Dylla: Don't you dare say that about my son!

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SOMEONE gerard donelan-ded my punch out [it was me]

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I drew Saima in her Rabbit fest outfit

+ stupid little doodles

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Do any other aspec people go like:

Wow. That's a beautiful person. Very nice.

And then the same person naked just looks wierd??? Like please just-put your clothes on???

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Little fucking guy alert!!

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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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(Stolen from twitter)

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My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.

One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.

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As promised, here are the revamped girlies

And in case you want to know more about them: Parvana Saima Joanne

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semiaquatic secret agent

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The Painter and His Muse

Parvana: Is this really how you see me? Simeon: Of course I do. And by the way, you look gorgeous in that saree. Parvana: *blushes in brown girl*

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Forlorn Pasts

HI! ...Never thought I'd spend 3 hours writing and re-writing this. I went and wrote a sort of Prequel to Recollections and Consequences . It's sort of a parallel to it. I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you like it! Comments are welcome!

@atomsminecraft

Enjoy!

Every day, the gentle thrumming of the waves wake me up. To the sight of a small black cat curled up at the foot of bed, and feeling the gentle vibrations through the small island. The bed creaks and I feel a jolt of shock as the chill from the marble floor shoots through me. I can see the whole island from here. Acres upon acres of flowers, bubbling streams, mountains topped with snow rising in the distance. 

A streak of ruby red and cerulean blue twists and turns in the waning sun, before twisting, and then coiling. For a moment, the sky looks as if an eclipse has happened. 

Then, all of a sudden, a shadow looms on the ground and a strong wind blows into my face. Purring gently, the cat arches its back and springs up onto the windowsill. A scaly muzzle pushes itself under my palm.

I don’t want to go into town again. I can’t bear to see those rows of hesitant, frightened jewel-like eyes gazing at me, watching my every step. 

“...I should look at Saligia.” 

A shower of gold sparkles fell onto the flower fields below. 

…It’s so high up. I can see… all the kingdoms from here. So bright and beautiful, with lights on at every window and laughter ringing out from every door.Well, it would be, I suppose. It is the anniversary of The Cage of Peace, and the fall of Iritium.

I received an invite, of course. But it only the latest to fall onto a stack of letters, wax seals all still unopened. All slowly gathering dust. Except for one letter with a broken seal. That was the invite to the first anniversary.

When I pushed open those doors, the folds of my dress rustling, the room went silent. Not even the kings dared to look me in the eye. Oh, they were polite, of course. But I could tell that there was a undercurrent of fear behind every word that passed their mouths, surging through carefully placed compliments.

“She’s a witch, you know.” muttered a nobleman, clad in green. “She’s beautiful, you know-” whispered a young debutante, her voice barely more than  a breath , “-but I doubt that she has a living heart, with that way she dealt with-” Her her voice trailed off under her mother's disapproving gaze.

“Lord Vingard, what are your views on-”

“The Lady Vane?” Said the renowned diplomat

“Yes, milord.”

“Well-” a wineglass was raised, and wine as red as rubies splashed into it “ A great adeptus in magic, certainly. But, you know-” 

I caught his eye.

A great red cloak swirled and vanished out of the balcony door.

“I wonder-” a wine splashed into a glass, “- does the Lady intend for someone to perish on this fine night?” 

A fan, held by a slender hand, snapped open. “My, what would cause such a thought, Lord Royce?” 

“She’s all dressed in black, the finest satins and silks, certainly, but that surely cannot disguise her ill intent, now can it?” His tone, dripping with suspicion, cut me deeper than the sharpest dagger. 

Surely, they must realise that I mean them no ill harm?

…Right?

“Hmm.” Eyes laced with contempt pierced through me. “Nor can it conceal that most ignoble, low-blood running through her veins.” …What a low blow, indeed. A challenge that was practically begging for it to turn into a fight.

At that moment, I felt it. The weight of their prejudices, weighing me down, pressing against my heart like thorns. I couldn’t even  open my mouth to defend myself.

How I wish I could have been right. 

I left early. Not a human, they say. They all seem to agree that I’m fundamentally… different… from them.

…Did you know, I dreamed of a girl last night. Very like me, she was. Sitting by a window beneath the red moon- with a look of shock and confusion on her face. Her eyes were filled with fear, and yet! Why do I feel like she is returning to her homeland for the first time?

 I wonder who she is?

Smiling, I turn and spin in starlight, the wind curling around me and caressing my hair with a gentle hand. It feels like… my body is being filled up with the light of stars that are far away from here. I feel like Saligia will be re-awakened soon.

“...To my dream-girl… What’s your name, dear?”