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*insert any suggestive phrase towards cowboys*

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Pro Meg

Pro Cassie

Pro Halle

Pro Teyana

Pro Cardi

Pro women trying to overcome and I pray they heal and fuck anybody that questions what they’ve been through and “they made a choice.” Fuck you.

And fuck Shade Room and all these funky ass blogs that ya’ll frequent!

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"tumblr's the only social media without algorithms!" "you can still be anonymous on tumblr!" "tumblr's so nice because you don't have to show your face!" WRONG tumblr is special because you can have 3000 followers and still get an average of seven likes a post. i'm doing stand up comedy at a packed venue and one person is laughing

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i just think hes neat

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Everyone keeps talking about "the writer's barely disguised fetish". But I still haven't heard about "the writer's barely disguised huge ass pet peeve"

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Sailor Moon Episode 1: “The Crybaby: Usagi’s Beautiful Transformation!”

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Can't believe celebrated director Bong Joon Ho of Parasite fame wants to suicide bomb Donald Trump. Actually I can believe it but didn't think he would put it to film

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manga appreciation

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the maharagan festival was always a grand event in sindria—music, dancing, feasts stretching as far as the eye could see. you had expected sinbad to indulge, of course. he was the king of sindria, the very heart of the celebration. what you hadn’t expected was to find him draped over a table, an empty wine glass dangling from his fingers, cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

“hey, you,” he slurred, blinking slowly as he lifted his head. a lazy grin tugged at his lips, eyes hazy but focused entirely on you. “you’re so pretty.”

you blinked. “sinbad, how much have you had to drink?”

he hummed, swaying slightly as he sat up. “doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “what matters is that you—you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. like, ridiculously beautiful. unfairly beautiful.” he waved his hands dramatically before letting them flop back onto the table. “how do you do that? seriously? i see you every day and every time i think, ‘wow, this person is just… stunning.’”

heat crept up your neck. “sinbad—”

“no, no, let me finish,” he interrupted, pointing at you, though his finger wobbled in the air. “you’re kind, and smart, and—ugh, it’s so frustrating. you make my heart do weird things. it’s annoying, but also, i kind of like it? actually, i like you. a lot.” he paused, furrowing his brows. “wait, that was supposed to be a secret.”

you sighed, resisting the urge to laugh. “sinbad, you’re ridiculously drunk.”

he grinned, leaning forward until his forehead nearly bumped against yours. “drunk in love, maybe.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore. “come on, let’s get you somewhere to sleep this off.”

“only if you stay,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as he slumped against you.

you sighed, but as you brushed a few strands of hair from his face, you couldn’t help but smile. you knew he wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but for now, you might as well make the most of it.

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「 Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon 」

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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

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By Gabriel Picolo

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oh bruce you old softie

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do you think he’s capable of love even though he’s from new jersey