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#am I dramatic?
cybercanadian · 4 months
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just got stood up by a Grindr date 🙃
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bbgthoma · 2 years
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more i try to understand smth about myself, more confused i get
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loves1ckgirl · 4 months
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Fly
Fly, fly,
Darling bird twinkles and swirls
Soar through the sky
darling song
The night sky is ever so fly,
Sapphire sparrow; ever Light
Do the favor of shining less bright
Duckling, would you pray
Send a hum for the soul
Fly, That is true
Darling bird twinkle and swirl
Soar and shine
Rise and fall.
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edynsgardensnake · 9 months
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i don't want roses
bring me the decapitated head of the patriarchy and hold it up like Perseus did Medusa's
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ribbittrobbit · 22 days
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luciaainsanity · 1 year
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scery
How come when someone is talking to me over text, seeing a normal message directed towards me is fine, but when it ends with a . I get nervous??
i.e. "hello" vs "hello."
Idk what it is it's just slightly more menacing to me 😭 (if i'm roleplaying with someone that's different) does anyone else feel like this or am I just dramatic??
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serglesinner · 6 months
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The single best use of this trend I HAVE SEEEEN
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licollisa · 11 months
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In which Papyrus attends a talkshow.
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moomoomooing · 1 year
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yk i dont usually think of myself as dramatic but i do just say dramatic shit with no conviction
i say im a liar im a fraud very often but just as an emotionless mutter to myself
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coffeecatcraze · 2 months
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The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.
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The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.
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The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.
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The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.
The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.
They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3
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lettuce-babies · 10 months
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checking through the ao3 tag reminds me of when you dont feed your cat for exactly 1 minute after normal feeding time and they act like they are perishing
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verdantglow · 1 month
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Joel SmallishBeans mentions that he looks at fanart on tumblr.
“He’s here!” People scream, “Scatter!”
As everyone runs away, I, unmoving, look him dead in the eye & say,
“Let him watch.”
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localapparently · 1 month
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YOOHANKIM RAAAGHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH UGRHGRHGR I ughh i just ugh i love them so MUCH i love them i want them to be happy so bad
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book of song poems (1905) - james leander alter
"we stay silly"
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trekkele · 2 years
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A list of theories as to why Martha Wayne’s Pearls scattered Like That, despite the fact that real pearls are knotted individually on the strand to prevent Precisely That Sort Of Thing from happening [incomplete]:
One: Martha chose not to wear her real pearls to the theatre that night, as it was a night where there was no one to impress. The string snapped because the pearls were not real, and Martha died for a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Two: The Pearls, upon understanding this was a symbolic moment in at least one Wayne’s future [and two Wayne’s end], chose to disregard their quality for the sake of a Dramatic Tableau.
Three: no more then three pearls ever snapped off the strand, but to a boy watching his mother choke on her own blood, gasping his name into the suddenly silent night, three pearls was enough.
Four: an opportunistic officer slipped the pearls off Marthas neck as she was loaded into the morgue van, figuring Bruce would not have the wherewithal to miss them. The pearls were subsequently reported as lost, having probably rolled down the drain in the following chaos. Only three were ever recovered, having become stuck in the puddle of blood that was under Martha Wayne’s head.
Five: the pearls, a set Thomas Wayne picked up as an engagement gift and a promise when Wayne industries was collapsing and his fortune nonexistent, were fake, and Martha adored them far more then any of the expensive jewels he was eventually able to afford. She made a habit of wearing them on family outings. Martha died for the sentimental value of a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Six: the pearls where not real. Martha was wearing diamonds that night. Bone, when exposed to moonlight and the horrified tears of an eight year old, shines like pearls. 
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technicolourcowboy · 1 month
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He would listen to mitski I think
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