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Being a trans woman is like if you ever turned off your customer service voice you die

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The best part about knowing Latin plurals is using them incorrectly on purpose and seeing if anyone who knows why you're full of shit is within earshot. Insist that the plural of of "waitress" is "waitrices". You know you want to.

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Feels like Tumblr is the right audience for this one

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personally I’m a living weapon because I relish the power to ash opposition by the dozens with a touch of my palm but your transgender allegory is cool too

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Genuinely insane dynamic that most Umamusume have with at least one other Umamusume

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Seeing a lot of new people show up in my notes with like "proship dni" or whatever so RENT LOWERING GUNSHOT: IM AN ADULT WHO DOES NOT CARE IF PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMATIC SHIPS, IM OLD AND BELIEVE TABOO FICTION IS SAFE AND HEALTHY, IM AN OLD MAN WHO THINKS IT'S FINE TO HAVE SHIPS THAT WOULD BE BAD IN REAL LIFE, I BELIEVE IN TABOO KINKS AS HEALING PLACES, I DO NOT DO SHIP DISCOURSE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT BAD THINGS HAPPENING TO GOOD PEOPLE WITHOUT CONDEMNING IT IN THE NARRATIVE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO GET OFF TO MAKE BELIEVE BAD THINGS!!! THANKS

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it's been almost 2 years and i'm still crying my ass off thinking about signalis and ariane

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Moby Dick blackout poetry

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I wish I could explode violently into a red mist at will and then just be fine later and also I want to suck dick and my third wish can go to charity

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the prince has begun practicing curtseying in the mirror. which could mean nothing.

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To me a mech’s helm intelligence is your dance partner in the cockpit. They are not the captain, and you are not the one turning the great wheel; the symbiosis is more delicate than that: a careful balance, push and pull, yin and yang, question and answer.

When you don the helmet and sink into the embrace of the sync, you are reciting vows more sacred and instinctual than marriage: To have and to hold, to know and to be, to act and react, till destruction do we part; this great steel hand now mine, this neuron now yours; we do not lose ourselves but gain each other. When I experimentally twist my head one way and then the other, the vast tantalum tendons of your neck and all their attending gaskets and relief valves and support buttresses follow suit. When I flex and then close my fist, you mirror me, so instantaneously that to my meat-brain it is nothing, to your silicon one barely more.

It is an intimacy greater than any animal coupling or mate-bond could ever allow. You are in my head, so every fear and doubt and shame and sin I’ve ever harbored you witness in all its naked ugly glory. Should I falter in battle you will know before I do: you will trace the patterns of my uncertainty in the flickering hesitation of my hypothalamus, the release of cortisol in my gut and the sudden twitch and microshudder in the fingers that rest on the firing lever. You will know, more than any lover, what I am, squirming and scared, a rabbit placed into the ribcage of a titanic steel saint and told Go, hunt.

They fear you. They see only the consequence of you: the bullet holes writ large as cathedral doors across the flanks of their battleships and strongholds; the footprints like swimming pools, the fire and smoke, the grim and unyielding face of You, who are like a god of death and will someday seem as the fallen ancient icon of one (Ozymandias) when at last your nuclear heart grinds to a heart, runs out of fissile material and causes you to collapse, lifeless and still grim and vast, upon the wasteland of battlefields past, living cities even further past.

But to me you are my partner. To me, the moment you sense my anxiety levels spiking you are there with a soothing haptic touch at the small of my back and an injection of beta blockers, a spritz of welcome drink into my parched mouth, a gentle motion of the cannon arm as if to remind me that in here I am weak no longer, I may defend myself, I am not the rabbit but the wolf; you are the wolf and it is upon your back that I ride, and you will guard me forever and ever, through vows written in gunfire and diesel and brimstone and blood. And I in turn will see, and guide you.

I will breathe deep of your fumes, to me as darling and precious as any partner’s scent, and I will draw myself close within the comfort of your Lycra-and-iron embrace. I will ask, as I always do: Do you know who I am?

You are my Pilot, you will answer, and I am your Beast.

What I do not need to say is, Do you love me?

You know the answer to that, too.

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ちなみにあきまんは3000〜8000ピクセルぐらいが普通です、解像度が高いと画像修正のための拡大縮小を重ねても劣化しにくいのです

はい、やっぱり大きいファイルは処理が重くなるので用途によって変えてます

・ポスターとか長い方が12000〜8000ぐらい

・普通のイラストやキャラ絵は長い方が7000ぐらい

・デザインラフは長い方が3500ぐらいです

ガブリエルの看板絵は5864×9934

3面図は7657×7016

です

XユーザーのあきまんPLAMAX「GODZ ORDER」神翼騎士団さん: 「@Tanukichi_mingo はい、やっぱり大きいファイルは処理が重くなるので用途によって変えてます ・ポスターとか長い方が12000〜8000ぐらい ・普通のイラストやキャラ絵は長い方が7000ぐらい ・デザインラフは長い方が3500ぐらいです ガブリエルの看板絵は5864×9934 3面図は7657×7016 です https://t.co/budAwzBDDe」 / X

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"what if you regret it" what if I don't?

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sorry for fucking up our conversation i had never had that one before

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what did fujimoto mean by this?

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People online: THE REPLICANT VIRUS IS SPREADING. IF A LOVED ONE STARTS SPEAKING IN BACKWARDS TONGUES, EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. IT IS TOO LATE FOR THEM (?)

People in real life: gniog ti s’woh nam yeH

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makes you really uncomfortable, ok?