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Did anyone ever get bullied or anything by a mun that went by zero? I just wanna talk, literally. Compare notes, cos I’m confused.

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Did anyone ever get bullied or anything by a mun that went by zero? I just wanna talk, literally. Compare notes, cos I’m confused.

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Plotting call.

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Not to step on anyone’s toes or anything, but. While I admire Dave as a person that means a lot to Klaus and has helped push him in personal growth. This blog does not revolve around Klaus X Dave, nor is it ever a goal here. Klaus’ entire personality and all of his goals also do not circle around Dave here. Yes, I love a good “pine over dead lover trope” as much as the next gay. But Klaus is also allowed to move on and find happiness in other partners and friends, he is allowed and encouraged to be happy - or at least try to be. Not everything revolves around Dave. 

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I need to know how Dave went from muscular jock to spindly twink. 

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I’ve had a serious influx of followers. Just so we’re all clear, I’m Klaus’ age (ish, I’m 29) and am a trans (bisexual), gender non conforming dude bro. If any of that makes you uncomfortable please unfollow / soft block. The only reason I’m mentioning any of this on main is I’ve accidentally gotten involved with terfs in the past and it fucking hurt and really sucked. So if you don’t like any of those aspects of me, just kindly exit. 

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All these years, and I thought it was my fault…

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Umbrella Academy Season 2 Hot Take:

Klaus wasn’t out of character or poorly written this season, everyone else’s arcs just got better. Everyone definitively associated him with being the best last season and now that he isn’t (subject to opinion of course) y’all feel robbed.

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I have watched all of s2 and if anyone wants to plot come @ me.

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Are you guys here for the cult stuff?

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Like for a canon dialogue stater. 

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I’m just really not a fan of some of these new Klaus blogs actively having JUNKIE in their url or in their header, etc. It’s almost like drug use already has a massive stigma around it and you’re playing on it for the sake of fiction. 

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All of the people that’re upset that Klaus is running a cult didn’t actually pay attention to who he is as a person, did they? He’s not the UWU soft bean that tumblr likes to pretend he is.  He’s a manipulative, charismatic and selfish asshole. Is he capable of being a decent human being? Absolutely. Will he be? You’ve usually got a 70/100 chance that he’s going to be horrible, so. 

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            “Today, he punched me in the face.” // @rottm​

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            "You are depriving some village of their i d i o t." // @vigilhero​

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yo rough sex and cute dinner dates is what i like

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thegothfiles​:

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖   ,   𝐇𝐄’𝐃   𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐏   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   .   The   turnover   into   a   new   decade   had   been   interesting   ,   to   say   the   least   ,   but   then   again   ,   it   always   was   ;   celebrating   a   hundred   years   (   𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈   )   by   visiting   the   home   base   of   an   up   and   coming   sex   cult   sure   wasn’t   how   he’d   planned   to   kick   off   the   start   of   the   sixties   ,   but   hey   ——   when   in   Rome   !   Maybe   he’d   get   an   official   membership   ,   get   initiated   .   Something   light   and   fun   .   .   .   but   maybe   not   .   He   was   really   just   here   for   the   free   bed   ,   drugs   ,   and   frequent   orgies   .   Pretending   to   care   about   whatever   manifesto   their   leader   was   spewing   was   just   a   side   effect   of   his   own   residency   .   

It   seemed   as   though   nobody   around   them   was   moving   immediately   at   the   sound   of   the   man’s   request   ,   which   was   shocking   ,   but   the   probability   of   most   of   them   being   too   doped   up   to   move   was   high   (   𝙰𝙻𝙻   𝙿𝚄𝙽𝚂   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳   )   .   There’s   a   hefty   sigh   that   leaves   his   lips   as   he   moves   from   his   spot   to   pad   across   the   room   ,   and   all   the   vampire   can   think   is   ——   I’ve   yet   to   have   an   actual   conversation   with   this   man   .   Maybe   now’s   the   time   .   

Legs   lowering   into   a   crouch   next   to   this   allegedly   phenomenal   leader   (   Klaus   ,   he   remembers   suddenly   ,   from   the   billions   of   times   he’s   heard   the   name   being   cried   out   )   ,   Jack   Curtis   ,   as  he’s  called  now   ,   holds   the   flame   to   the   tip   of   the   cigarette   ,   lighting   it   for   him   for   the   time   being   .       “   There   y’go   .   .   .   so   ,   uh   .   .   .   this   what   it’s   usually   like   around   here   ?     ”

           Eyelids flutter to focus on the man that’s beside him, lighting the cigarette between his lips. It’s a familiar action and movement, one that they’ve done hundreds of times, at least in his mind. Initially, he’d felt that Jack’s figure had been an illusion.  He was simply seeing people he wanted to see - one in particular that had caused a lingering ache in his chest. A longing for an apartment that didn’t exist yet and a life that he may never have back. He inhaled deeply and held his breathe to regain his focus and control over himself. To supress the urge to push into the man that didn’t know him and make up for lost time. 

           There’s a delay on his end - he’s too busy staring at the shade of his eyes, the curve and line of his jaw. His mind strayed even further for a moment and silently theorized on whether or not he smelled the same. Finally, he spoke in a exhale of smoke, “yeah.” He gracelessly rolled onto his side and sat up so that he could easily make eye contact. “I mean we do other things,” he gestures around the room with an open, empty hand. “But mostly it’s just this,” what exactly was this? Getting high, having sex with anyone he could or the nearest warm body. Not for the first time he wondered what Jack - his Jack would think of his current actions and life. “Are you thinking of staying?” He sounded too enthusiastic and mentally berated himself for it. “Only if you want to,” tactlessly added with less excitement. 

           He took another drag on the cigarette and held it between an index and forefinger. What had Jack done in the 60′s again? He can’t recall - another thing to feel guilty for. Had Jack ever said, or had he never asked? He frowned at the thought. “You can stay as long as you want either way,” he tried to sound welcoming - less like a clingy ex.