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Oh we are SO back

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A French twink? You mean a fagguette?

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Watched The Pirates of Penzance. Twice. In the last three days. 10/10, highly, highly recommended. Was too lazy during the first act, but take some screenshots:

Didn't even notice he was sitting like this first watch. What an unyielding pirate king.

When the bromance does really matter matter

Every time they're on screen feels like what it is to accidentally take the wrong type of ADHD meds

And they were crewmates

They totally just got him off

Unstoppable stupids vs. immovable imbeciles

What would this film have been had her face not been so homely, her complexion so bad? Thank God she's just appalling to look at

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Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibal’s perspective and it’s a total trip. Like. Imagine you’ve been able to control and pick and choose your emotions and reactions your whole life, due to being somehow psychopath-adjacent. And the only time you couldn’t was when you were little with your baby sister, and it’s probable that as your brain matured, the possibility of feeling and forming connections like that dried up entirely. You read the psychiatric journals, and occasionally there’s something about a man who can connect with others so deeply he can become an echo of them. And then you meet this man, and he mocks your comment about eye contact while holding yours.

An understanding passes between both of you that you have hidden depths. Instead of killing him, you bring him breakfast, and make him dinner, and serve him drinks. Instead of being able to toy with his mind without a care, you think of him and your chest clenches, and your gut swoops, and his face and voice and his rude little barbs invade your mind like glittering parasites that you can’t remove. These feelings are alien, and they’re also yours. You know, deep down, why you’re letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you don’t want to face it. It’s terrifying, this horizon of who you are and can be that looms before you with no choice of your own.

Framing him presents a convenient opportunity for ridding yourself of this thing he brings on in you, this total lack of control, this fever-dream surrender that breaches the walls of your mind and the tics and tells of your body so effortlessly— but you miss him. You don’t miss anyone, and the one person you do is more of an imago that never was able to grow into her own real person. But the you you’ve helplessly become certainly does. You’ve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you can’t quit the drug you’ve always shunned. This is all a devil’s bargain, certainly, but you’ve already damned yourself, and all that’s left to do is plunge further. Oh and by the way. The infuriating man in question looks like this:

Like okay then, good luck not having the crashout of the century 😭

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Doodles during my dorm activity

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This is my son, Skrimble. He was meant to be a doodle, an afterthought. He is now a child I bore for 30 minutes and shot from my loins straight into The Cloud. He likes campanelle pasta and chewing on tires.

Just found out the ref is AI generated. A soulless machine may have brought him to me, but I cannot resent a child for the stork that delivered it. He is no longer just his origin, he is Skrimble. He is a thing born of love and content. I love you, Skrimble.

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Made this a while back

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How I bite people's fingers vs how my friend bites people's fingers

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Ok I had a dream where I went to some social activity, and they had us do some improv. I started doing a shitty southern accent, and not five minutes later I was literally Holt, and Clayton was there, and we co-parented a pet albino snake together. Except that it wasn't albino but actually... Dun! DUN! DEAD. So dream flashback time: apparently Clayton and I had owned this pet snake together and we loved it a lot, but while out on a job (in the modern west, for some reason), the snake had died. So we resurrected it using some crazy magic and now we had a very cute white snake that couldn't die. Was awesome 10/10 would dream again

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Imagine being the issississississississimo-est of gays lol

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Drew this in class the other day (ref under the cut) :)

Based on this

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Some sketches I did in class a little while back

Probably unrelated, but I was recently asked by my teacher if I go to therapy

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Holt going through his furry phase (I don't remember what he looks like and I'm pretty sure his hair doesn't grow out like that when he transforms but uh womp womp)

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Against all hope I hoped this was Holt

Corset

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they're fine

adding a link to the original picture because I forgot to do it

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Fiddlestan big dumpy (art dumpy)

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He says, tiddies fully out