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charybdisrevenge · 30 days
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bootyandgeekeries · 1 month
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humormehorny · 3 months
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One belief that I don’t know how to contend with is the shaking understanding that no matter how gay I am, I have to acknowledge the beauty I see in women to also love men properly. I don’t mean attraction here specifically. I mean that there are some masculine women who are beautiful in ways that are similar to how I find men to be beautiful. That to say that this woman isn’t attractive to me or that they don’t strike me as stunning even though I find the same things compelling in men to be disingenuiojs to myself.
This might just be me being somewhat bisexual, but I also wonder if other gays find this relationship to be true. Or even that lesbians would find it to be counter true. That they must recognize men who fit their definition of beauty or attraction. I don’t think this is unique to me. And I don’t think it’s unique to my queerness. But alas.
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nalyra-dreaming · 9 months
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Hello N,
Who do you think Bruce’s maker is?
Hey nonny!
No idea. That and the ”brute in Madagascar“ and the ”interior designer” are still unknowns. (And I hate it ^^^)
I mean, in the VC there are a lot of unknown vampires, or those who only show up for one book and then disappear again.
But the mentions seem specific and… I do expect them to be important in the long run.
But right now? No idea 😅
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Peter Haining (editor) - More Tales of Unknown Horror - New English Library - 1979
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your-absent-father · 2 years
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The Unknowns
Damm, Unknowns content after a long time. I started writing some because some things that had happened to me recently. One is inspiration to new character in the unknowns lore. Sara. You can see what type of person Sara is in the text.
tw: bullying, toxic friends, trauma
“Baz, we need to talk before you go in.” The smile that the first meeting in years had brought to her face disappeared when she saw me walking towards the room where the loud noise was coming from. I was sure Noel was talking about her weirdly racist aunt, or that Chan's mom and I don't have a common language. Instead, Noel dropped a bomb in front of me. "Mom told me to… to take Sara as a bridesmaid."
It's a strange thing. Many people talked about people who make us feel young. That's usually a positive thing. Old couples share how their partners make them feel young every time they see each other. I felt like I was in high school again when I touched Noel for the first time in two years. However, no one talks about how some people lock you into an age you don't want to go back to. When I hear Sara's name, I couldn't see myself anymore as a rock star or even as my normal self. I just saw myself as a scared 13-year-old who was afraid of losing their friends.
My brain forced me to see a memory I would have liked to forget years ago. I'm sitting with a group of friends I haven't seen in years. We were in middle school, me, Noel and a bunch of people I haven't seen since middle school, one of whom is Sara. Sara is Noel's cousin, there's no way I can change that. However, I could hate her even then. At that time, however, my anger was so deep inside me that I didn't even realize it myself.
"I've made dozens of songs now. Dad said that he promised to buy me guitar lessons so that I could even make a composition with sayings for them." Sara spoke proudly, many looking at her happily. I, on the other hand, looked at Sara confused, but I still tried to smile. Her music hobby started for some reason month after I confessed I wanted to become a musician.
"… Baz, can you check if they're in rhythm or something?"
"Do you want to read mine?" I smiled at him. It was Sara's turn to be confused. He looked like I said something really nasty.
"I'm really busy. What excuse do you have?”
"What if I have something to go?"
"You never have anything, don't try to pretend." Sara's voice already sounded angry. Her words were like spit. She balled his hands into fists. “Are you going to do it or not? Stop being annoying. I don't want to hit you.”
I forced a smile on my face. "Okay, I can."
Sara smiled at me. "Was it that so difficult?"
That was not an isolated incident. That was what Sara was like. The fact that other people around us didn't care about her behavior was also normal. Such was life. At least until Sara stopped answering messages when I got into music high school with Noel.
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kolos013 · 8 months
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Aspencore
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The amount of people in the notes going "yeah sure it may not be the answer for you but it absolutely is for me," is honestly concerning. It's very much like that one "I'm sorry your hubris was your doom but I'm built better" post that lives rent free in my head. These guidelines are there for a reason ya'll. (Also I'm not removing the wierd caption.)
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guooey · 2 months
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knickknackoftheday · 3 months
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soy sauce flash drive
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molags-balls · 4 months
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big things happening in england
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thoughtkick · 30 days
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as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.
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quotefeeling · 2 months
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and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.
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resqectable · 3 months
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Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.
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whump-in-the-closet · 8 months
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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
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perfectquote · 3 months
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I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy their existence.
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stay-close · 4 months
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A healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves.
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