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yk what romantic trope I'm a sucker for?

when one person is all angsty like "omg idk if they like me, they keeps sending me these mixed signals and maybe I'm interpreting them wrong but idk if I should confess bc it might ruin everything" and then they finally build up the courage to ask the other person "what are we?" and the other person is like "??? we're dating? we've been dating for months? what?"

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the one downside of crop tops, spaghetti straps and other clothing that exposes parts of your upper body is that when you hug someone, they will be touching your naked skin

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here's an excerpt from a dsmp fic that I wrote 2-3 years ago and will never continue bc I can't be bothered to write about Wilbur Soot these days (but I think this excerpt is really fun)

It's written as a play

ACT 1.1 at the prison on Nesoi-24-B

Open on a scene in the dining hall of the prison on the mine colony Nesoi-24-B. The stage is divided by a small wall in the middle.

PRISONERS are sitting around a table, eating food and quietly talking amongst themselves.

Enter TOMMY and TUBBO.

TOMMY and TUBBO sneak up to the wall. TUBBO is typing on a tablet.

TUBBO (whispering)     Okay, I got it. If I press this, it will turn off the light in the dining hall. Which means… we have exactly three minutes before the backup system turns on to go through with our plan.

TOMMY                          Let’s cause some chaos, big man.

TUBBO                            Don’t forget my parts! That’s the whole reason we’re doing this in the first place!

TOMMY                          Yeah, alright. Magnet, fork, whatever that metal plate is this guy keeps fiddling with and cause some chaos. Let’s have fun, on your signal, Tubs.

TUBBO                            It’s a circuit board, actually

TOMMY                          Yeah, exactly, circus board. Why does he have that? Anyway, all I’m saying is, if we’re going to turn the lights off, we might as well have some fun!

TUBBO                            Please don’t fuck this up, Tommy.

TOMMY                          I won’t, I won’t! I’m just saying!

TUBBO                            Don’t forget my parts. Ready? 3… 2… 1… lights are out, go!

The lights go out. Only some red lighting remains, so the audience can see what’s happening on stage. TOMMY and TUBBO run past the wall towards the PRISONERS at the table. TUBBO grabs multiple things from the table and out of PRISONERS pockets. TOMMY punches PRISONER 1 in the face.

PRISONER 1                   Who the fuck was that? You’ll pay for that, bitch!

They punch PRISONER 2.

PRISONER 2                   Hey!

PRISONER 2 throws their food at PRISONER 3. All the PRISONERS start yelling, throwing food around, punching aimlessly and each other. TOMMY takes a small metal plate from one of the PRISONERS pockets. He also grabs a fork and a carrot from the table and a magnet from another prisoner. TOMMY and TUBBO run back past the wall as the lights turn on again. The table and chairs are turned over, the room is a mess and the PRISONERS are lying on the floor, some are still fighting.

TOMMY                          laughs. What a bunch of idiots. Did you see that guy’s face when I punched him? bites on the carrot.

TUBBO                            As a matter of fact I did not, because there was no fucking light in there and not everyone has enhanced Avian eyesight. But I heard it. Do you have the things I told you to get?

TOMMY (through a mouthful of carrot)  Yuh, got everything, even this stupid thing. He hands over the fork. He looked so fucking stupid, though.

TUBBO                            Tommy, this is a fork.

TOMMY                          No, it’s not, it’s a circus board.

TUBBO                            It’s called circuit board. And this is literally a fork. Please tell me you actually got it.

TOMMY                          It’s literally not a fork.

TUBBO                            It literally is!

TOMMY                          It’s not though.

TUBBO                            Dude, it’s a fork. If you actually got a fork instead of a circuit board, I’m gonna-.

TOMMY                          You gonna start stabbing shit?

TUBBO                            Yes, and I’ll start with you.

TOMMY                          hands Tubbo the circuit board. I got this piece of metal.

TUBBO                            That’s the circuit board! You are actually the worst.

TOMMY                          laughs. More importantly, though, did you see the guys’ face when I punched him?

TUBBO                            Can you stop going on about that guy? I’m gonna go put these parts to some use. Starts heading for the exit.

TOMMY                          But, Tubbo, what will the ladies say? Follows after Tubbo. They need to know I’m the biggest man.

TUBBO                            I’m sure there are other ways to tell them that.

Both exit.

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And we thank the fanfiction god 🛐

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Y'all ever think about the way video game bosses are designed to lose? How the bombastic soundtracks, the impressive displays of villainy, the teeth-rattling power of their attacks, are at once engineered not just to sell you on how unfathomably strong and vile they are, but also to make the player's inevitable victory all the sweeter?

Viewed this way, a boss battle is more like a choreographed dance - they call, you respond and counter-call. The trick is to learn the steps - once you know where to move, when to strike, when to defend and how to best allocate your resources, victory is not just achievable but actually almost impossible to avoid. You cannot help but recite the winning plays, over and again, because that is what the dance demands of you both - and is there not a savage sort of beauty in such a thing?

Is it any wonder then that we look back on these bosses so fondly, almost as if they were old friends? We danced together once, and oh what fun we had while doing it!

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all of them, but domestic fluff could probably convince me of a ship I previously didn't care about

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II -> IV -> I -> III -> VI -> V

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Please participate in my research (also, if you say other, please put it in the tags/comments !)

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it's kind of sad that we don't really do custom ringtones anymore. most people just stick with the default list that comes with your phone, if they change it at all. if they're even aware they can change it at all. like yeah, people letting their phones ring in public is obnoxious, but wouldn't it be a little less obnoxious if it was something funny? or personal? people used to change the text tone of every contact so every time they got a text they knew who it was just from the sound. isn't that sweet? isn't that nice? don't you miss it? don't you want to scream when you hear that stupid apple pa-Ting!??? we could have a chorus of awoogas and clips of people's favorite songs and recordings saying '(blank) IS CALLING, WARNING, (blank) IS CALLING' and all things considered i would prefer that over pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, whistle whistle, pa-Ting!

anyway im going to change my ringtone to the oldschool skype call sound and nobody will ever hear it because my phone is always on silent but i'll know. i'll know

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imagine you're a senator, very in touch with your people, big fan of democracy

then this guy comes along, you met him briefly when he was a child and you were a teenager but haven't seen him since, and back then you were a queen while he was just a random slave boy. but now he's 19 years old and he's apparently been obsessed with you ever since you first met and now he keeps creepily coming on to you. then he tells you he's actually against the democracy and thinks a dictatorship is the only state form that can work. then he commits a genocide but it's okay bc they killed his mum first. after that he also tells you about his god complex, how he thinks he's above the people he killed as well as literally everyone else and he thinks he should possess the power to control life and death.

obviously the only possible reaction to all of this is to marry him and risk your entire career, life and livelihood for him

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Sims 4 is so boring, I started flirting with a married man, within a day I convinced him to leave his wife, then I prosposed to him and got married at his house with his ex wife present and then I took all his money and moved into his household and yet no one has any bad feelings towards me somehow???

I swear in Sims 3 you'd get a bad reputation for simply kissing a married man which would make it much more difficult to initiate romantic actions with other Sims afterwards

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I need to stop helping random strangers bc they always end up asking me for directions afterwards and I literally have no idea how to get to places that are outside of my daily commute so I just stand there like "ummm idk either, but I can google it for you?"

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don't you love it when you send someone an email in which you explicitly tell them: "please call me after 16:00" and they call you at 11:30

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I tried drawing Fungal Wastes!🍄

This location has a very challenging color scheme for me but I've tried my besttt, let me know what you guys think :D

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Favorite color: currently maybe shades of red and yellow or pink

Last song: For Good from the Wicked Musical

Currently reading: Fanfiction? Other than that my last book was Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins

Currently watching: Sk8 the Infinity and Nana

Currently Craving: new music to listen to! I've grown bored of all my playlists

Coffee or Tea: Tea!

I don't wanna tag 6 people, so whoever sees this, you're nominated to continue this chain

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favorite color ꕀ yellow or green i honestly dont know

last song ꕀ maybe i am by fletcher

currently reading ꕀ recently finished the winners by frederick backmann and want to start she who became the sun next :) (with a break of rereading the cheapest room in the house)

currently watching ꕀ supernatural (just some episodes here and there) and got back into astro documentaries yay

currently craving ꕀ food, i gotta go cook something

coffee or tea ꕀ both tbh

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