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learning how to play DnD vs learning how to DM

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Tutorial on how to make friends

Easy 10 way to make friends

How to get a friend

Easy method for friendship

Simple friendship tu-

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okay then lmfao

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nothing like that feeling when you know a link to your fic is getting passed around bc of an influx of kudos

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Mr. Feeny: Is anyone here straight?

Cory: *raises hand*

Shawn: *pulls Cory’s hand down*

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signed, 10 year anniversary copy of Beat the Champ showed up the night before my birthday and my wife got me Alligator Bites I am truly so bless (and have such good taste)

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this is so Rick and Chelsea coded I could die

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Happy one year anniversary to this piece of trashy smut ❤️

been too deep in plot and needed some good ol fashioned psychotic earth shattering quickstart porn 💕

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OMG YOURE BACK

i am i need to scream to the void about rick and chelsea and no one irl understands

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the only thing that really took me out of the white lotus finale was how belinda just received a $5M wire to her Hawaiian account from a foreign bank like it was nothing

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At this point, we’re linked, so if a bad thing happens to you, it happens to me.  THE WHITE LOTUS 3.08 | Amor Fati

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Rick and Chelsea immortalized in the white lotus universe and in my fucking brainstem

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damn gaitok lost his soul and won the girl. depressing

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i wrote this poem about my parent that’s experiencing early onset dementia

maybe it’s not relatable to anyone but putting the experience into words has helped me cope

demented

a flower sprouting from the soil cannot

become a seed again.

no matter how much it may yearn for the painless days of purified water that is

sweetly given in excess, it must break free from its husk

and stretch its legs into the earth, and

seek out more rarefied sources of life—

self-sustained by the force its roots and petals provide.

when i see a midsummer tomato, plump and ripe,

born from the center of a shielded nucleus only a fraction of its contemporary size,

i understand this truth.

there is no return to the pip from whence the flowers blossom.

but unlike the flowers and the tomatoes, have you ever watched a woman grow in reverse?

have you seen her defy the laws of nature we all must adhere to?

she is brought up strong and resilient,

birthed from the same primordial soup as my ruddy fruits

that hang heavy on their vines under the harvest moon and

fed the same clear, untainted water throughout the spring.

she grows deep into the ground, building concrete foundations for me to explore,

digging channels for me to follow.

yet she opens her eyes one morning and finds herself aging backwards.

defiant and confused,

she is too big for the brain she currently owns, and

too small to comprehend the way she has wrapped her fists around the reins of time and pulled.

i watch as her well-practiced run turns to an adolescent walk,

turns to an infantile crawl

turns to desperate flailing,

trapped at the genesis of her own consciousness—

her personal hell—

where the chafe grows thicker each day.

defiant and confused,

she moves through her life with the wonder of a child as she

immigrates to a new planet where she spends every day

trying to naturalize—

to rationalize—

defiant and confused.

one day soon, the prophecy will fulfill itself and

a child she will be—my child,

to coddle and care for, to love without

question or condition.

to teach, and comfort,

and punish.

we will laugh at jokes that aren’t funny and fill our pockets with mud

so we can bring it back home—

use it to create a new universe in our autumnal garden together,

and her life will be simple again.

still defiant and confused, but able to finally

rest.

until then i will hold tight to these moments,

where her youth shines through with caution,

and i can remain the child, if only for a little longer.

i will mourn the person whom i once knew—

the mother that cracked open my shell and allowed

my roots to take hold—

and i will take my turn, hedging her new self from the

defiance and confusion,

until her soul can break free from the stem and the petals,

the stamin and the pistil,

to be birthed retroactively into the stars on the first day of winter.

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im still here and im still writing time like tides!!!! my life is just a minor disaster and im trying to follow doechii’s lead and create what wants to be created so the process has been slow.

im sorry and i love you and here’s a little wip to get you through wednesday!!! billy is having a crisis, as per usual.

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Stuilly from my fic Duality....,,,