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Me: damn, I don’t feel like cooking. What should we have for dinner?

The knowledgeable goodtimeswithscar:

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Now that the next season has been announced, dropping my ideal teams. Manifesting any of these.

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The cc's will occasionally be like "Oh fans really didn't like Double Life" or "Fans hated Secret Life and Wild Life" and I sure am glad that in my little circle of traffic smp fandom I've never seen negative reactions to any season because they've all been so fun and Grian does a great job with every single one of them.

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another banger tweet reply from the man himself

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she was seriously worried that the city would get rid of the grafitti before she could take a picture with it

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The way Joel posts about being sick just makes me think of the way bdubs posts about being sick. They should make out about it

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they didnt build rome in a day but only because joel smallishbeans wasnt there to help

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Like okay. let's say hypothetically you exist in a world where you have 1 set person you're expected to spend your life with and they're expected to be basically your entire support system and also have the capacity to like seriously hurt you. and then this 1 person in the entire world who is supposed to be your support abandons you based on basically nothing except like a weird sense of exclusive ownership over your time. and then everyone else is like welllll i have my partner so um sucks for you i guess. and then he paints you as the cause of all his problems and his crazy ex girlfriend demoness witch who's out to get him and everyone just kind of believes him and when you retaliate against him hurting you he pretends like you started it. and everyone believes him. and then everyone ELSE sees you as the cause of their problems too. and even the people who tried to help you initially eventually are like okay well ive got my own problems bye. and then bcoz its not enough for you to be completely alone and ostracised by everyone they have to literally KILL . your DOG. and then after killing multiple people and like essentially the victory is rightfully yours even with like everything you've lost and all the insane horrific shit you went through. you two are the only ones alive and your literal last chance to have agency is being allowed to make the choice to kill him and win. and he BLOWS HIMSELF UP IN FRONT OF YOU BEFORE YOU CAN MAKE THAT CHOICE. and then is like Wowww guys aren't i so self sacrificial and kind and such a good person for sacrificing myself for her isn't it so romantic. and people are like omg yessss he is. and treat you as some kind of crazy yandere girlboss villain. and THEN he's like well you won why are you complaining 🙄🙄 you literally won. she likes to lie about what happened and twist the narrative to suit her haha. Well all im saying is i would've seriously mailed BOMBS. to his HOUSE!

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Pixlriffs told me "it's pride month, you know what that means" and left.

I have to write and voice this week's recap on my own.

what

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This is who is leading the NYC mayoral democratic primary rn

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oops more mystery dungeon, they just cant stop me.

another good friend :> @anniebunbun

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CAN A TRANS MAN BE A LESBIAN??

Yeah! Cuz why not. People constantly like to compare trans men to cis men, and whole they are both the same in the factor of being men, one has had the experiences of a woman! Imagine this;

Imagine for years you worked in a banana bread shop. you feel such a deep connection to banana bread to the point when you have to move jobs into a strawberry shortcake bakery, you still tell people you specialise in banana bread (because you do! thats what you've done your whole life, and what your more comfortable with! You can recite more about bannana bread than shortcake!) only for the people in your current bakery to tell you to stop and you don't work with banana bread anymore so your not even allowed to associate with it, and you have to tell people you work with shortcake or else your invalidating yourself and workers by disregarding the deep history you have with making banana bread.

And adding onto my point; YOU DONT HAVE YO UNDERSTAND EVERYONE'S IDENTITY!!

You don't understand? Cool! Maybe try to learn. You dont wanna learn or it doesn't make sense? That's fine! Just be respectful! People have such a fixed idea about labels that you have to fit the box, but its not a box you have to fit. The label is supposed to fit you, and your identity and your experiences. Everyone has had different queer experiences and thar is totally fine, until your telling people what theh can and can't be, just because YOU feel threatened

My last point is, nobody is making you date these people. I often see people saying "well I don't wanna date a MAN" And nobody is making you? People are okay with the fact you don't wanna date a man, trans or cis, but its so dumb to say that imo because you are in control of who you date lol.

I know this is all chronically online discourse, and that this stuff doesn't happen irl but it's so irritating how people are so closed minded and wanna say "I guess I'm not woke" like that excuses ignorance.

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"i also noticed, on my daily flyby to see if mumbo's home- it's always nice to see a little bit of progress by mumbo, because then you know he's ok, he's doing alright- look- look who it is! it's like.. another grumbot variant!"

girl he is killing himself and putting his brain in that thing.

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couldn't stop thinking about this tweet I saw

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So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

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The ability to turn reblogs off has really added a new dimension to shitty posts

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yeah im into bdsm Be Dozing So Much