this whole finding my old mp3 player thing is injecting nostalgia straight into my bloodstream y’all my brain chemistry has been severely altered. ancient filing cabinets have been opened. song lyrics I didn’t even know I knew have been unearthed. I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in 5+ years this is insane
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Sounds reasonable
I wouldn't know from experience¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - Out of Glass
I DON’T KNOWWW
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I just spent 30 minutes making a custom pride flag banner and it doesn’t fit
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Help. Thinking about daft punk.
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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way
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1. Yes they have to fight, 2. Tell me who’s fighting who in the tags! (I’ll add the most ridiculous combos in a reblog)
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the fact that gege drew this panel and then pulled ch 261 is wild
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my father is in the office, right-hand man of the owner of the company, not getting paid his dues, not getting the position he’s already filling. my brother is in the flooded warehouse, cracking jokes (“if i wanted to go swimming, i’d be at the beach”) to make himself believe that this is fine, it doesn’t matter that a storm can fill a warehouse with parts and wires and paint and slippery floors and souls.
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When beloved mutuals are like oh no tumblr might be going down add me on discord! like okay I love you I’m kissing you on the mouth I’ll die without your little posts but am I going to message you? are you going to message me? we all know this is not going to happen.we r open pasture creatures we both need a place to post freely
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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do you ever look at your calendar and wonder how you’re supposed to get anything done in time like it is physically impossible to do all of that
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