#new record y'all

[batarangsoundsdumb]

country artists who should clearly be going to therapy putting out an album: whiskey song, beer song, 'i wish i was never born' song, hot chicks song, whiskey song, poorly disguised cocaine reference song ft. equally depressed country guy, 'why did she break up with me' song

[cypriathus]

Here is an OC inspired by the biblical Jonah and the apocryphal Enoch!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: I talk about mental health issues like dissociative identity disorder, anxiety, and abandonment issues for the following character. There is also a brief mention of self-harm and an uncomfortable obsession.

Joluszeniah is a shepherd, fisherman, and baker who’s a hybrid between an ophanim and an earthly angel that developed a second personality after the brutal death of his father and another traumatic event. He struggles to handle his emotional stress, and secretly engages in self-harm and obsessive fantasies about murdering people he dislikes and sexual intercourse. He often experiences memory loss of certain time periods, events, and people that has occurred when as his second personality. He has a blurred sense of his true identity, feels detached from his real emotions, and views people and differences in his surroundings as distorted fiction. He has generalised anxiety disorder, and is occasionally prone to throwing an angry fit when he feels too overwhelmed and annoyed. After his mother mysteriously abandoned him, he began to develop abandonment issues and a deep fear of being left alone or forgotten. He’s overly eager to please people by seeking reassurance from them and trying to grab their attention, but struggles to trust their intentions. He’s not the greatest with communication, so he often comes off as taciturn and unbearably insecure. Joluszeniah also withdraws himself socially, experiences feelings of worthlessness, and is excessively clingy to people who are close to him.

He feels uncomfortable, self-conscious, bashful, and timid when around new faces as he’s unsure if he should trust them or not. He puts a strong emphasis on his moral rectitude and emotional intelligence, believing that everyone should lead a life of righteousness and tenderness. He tries his best to treat everyone with respect and kindness, but will be dismissive of those who aren’t respectful and kind-hearted in return. He can be quite the perfectionist when it comes to filleting fish, decorating baked goods, and doing arts and crafts. He’s somewhat recalcitrant, especially in regards to heavenly authority, protective warfare, and helping people who mistreated him. Joluszeniah is the kind of individual who extremely values his humility, being too afraid to feed into any praise he receives for his hard work. He strongly values his alone time during hardships and moments of relaxation, shows genuine sympathy to the plight of others, and is a lover of nature. He possesses a generous heart, deep curiosity in the unknown, and an enjoyment in sharing his thoughts with other people who are interested in what he has to say. He secretly has a deep hatred for Eylvhraszokjumni for how they abused him and mistreated sinners who had every right to sin, especially if they had a terrible childhood. He absolutely despises horrible and cruel people, and most of the higher-ups of Eylvhraszokjumni without a second thought.

Inemovakhus is Joluszeniah’s second personality and he’s a warrior, hunter, and record-keeper of all apocalyptic events that took place throughout the multiverse. He has seasonal depression, but never lets it bring him down as he’s passionate about his work and living life to the fullest. He has a fairly optimistic, yet cynical outlook on life and doesn’t give up easily, even if he was defeated or warned to back off. He’s quite flexible when it comes to new circumstances, and isn’t afraid to communicate with people in an assertive manner. He does have anger issues and will become belligerent when pushed over the edge, but is strangely able to remain tranquil during heated situations. For a fighter and hunter, he’s surprisingly kind and gentle, but isn’t gullible and naive like Joluszeniah. He has a courageous spirit, impartial decision-making skills, and a bad habit of spending resources in a recklessly extravagant way. He can easily rekindle people’s faith in whatever they’re beginning to lose confidence in through encouragement and advice. He has a tendency to act pompous and apathetic towards “inferior lifeforms” and individuals who views as annoying, unintelligent, and disrespectful. He can be fairly ruthless when on the battlefield or during hunting expeditions, and is a chivalrous thrill-seeker. Inemovakhus is warmly polite, flirtatious, joyously unrestrained and enthusiastic, and marked by a clever use of humour.

Joluszeniah is a 7 ft (213.36 cm) mesomorph with a trapezoidal figure, an average musculature, sloping shoulders, a well-endowed penis, and a square chest. He has fairly delicate snow-white skin with reddish-black freckles on his face, neck, chest, and hands. His faint golden veins slightly protrude from his strong neck, biceps, triceps, and muscular back and thighs. He has twenty white-breasted nuthatch wings, three rows of omnivorous teeth, claws and talons that are slightly rounded, and a left seven-fingered hand. His left eye can never physically, psychically, and magically heal, so he had to replace it with a glass greyish-green one. His right eye is a sunburst green-gold and he styled his red blonde hair into a faux hawk with a fringe cut and soft fade. He bleached his hair a gorgeous pink lavender and painted his fingernails and toenails a glittery bluish-black. He has a gruesome scar that snakes down from above his left eyebrow to the bottom of his right ear. He has a blotchy, vaguely triangle-shaped patch of scarred skin that takes up most of his right deltoid. He also has a somewhat U-shaped laceration from the left side of his lower lip to near the tip of his chin. The entirety of his right arm is covered in third-degree burns and his lower left leg has been subjected to second-degree burns. There are cut marks and stab wounds on his inner thighs, lower back, and hips, which he tries his best to hide from the public. Joluszeniah has two tattoos: a brazen serpent with a lamb’s head in its mouth on his left shoulder area; and a winged lion and a phoenix encircling each other on his right outer thigh.

As Joluszeniah, he’s draped in shaggy Alaskan musk ox fur that covers most of his body, only revealing his wings, left arm, forearms, and lower legs. He wears knee-length drawstring pants of plum-hued silk and rope sandals made from olive-brown leather with dull gold grass-woven straps. He has a large scarf with silver tassels and flannel patterning of blue, purple, red, and yellow draped over his left shoulder. He dons a peach basket hat of turquoise-dyed straw that’s adorned with a green bronze silk ribbon and artificial white lilies, common primroses, dark purple tulips, coral roses, and red-and-white anemones. He has a golden cowbell necklace, a pair of steel shears tied around his waist with rope, a hazel fishing rod with an indestructible horsehair line, a fishing net, and a shepherd’s crook made from a yew tree.

As Inemovakhus, he wears a full suit of plate armour in shimmering lilac with silver edging and a moss green and sky blue sheen. His metallic yellow gorget has sculpted wavy fur lines and his pauldrons are emblazoned with two foxes that have shaggy black fur, crimson eyes, and seven golden tails. His right pauldron depicts a fox encircling itself, while the other one is playfully leaping across three dark blue rocks. His armoured gloves have fingers with razor-sharp scarlet claws, his cuirass has tassets, and his greaves have the same design and colour choice as the gorget. He dons a teal blue capirote instead of a helmet and a small cloak of Pallas cat fur that reaches to his mid-back with bleating lamb’s head shoulder clasps in green gold. A wisteria sash with tassels and pearlescent greenish-white polka dots is wrapped around his hips with both ends hanging in front of his crotch area and close to his knees. He wields a bow of gleaming light with quiver of opium-tipped arrows and a 5’ 8” (172.72 cm) sword that has a golden open-mouthed, azure-bearded lóng hilt with a blade of blue holy flames protruding out of its black-toothed maw. He carries around a circular shield of olive wood that’s twice his height, depicting a coppery wheel cross with a fiery blue-green whale jumping in the air. Inemovakhus’ shield has a burningly cold sensation and it can protect people, animals, and flowers from the intense heat of the Sun or any bright star.

He was born with a magical affliction called the Curse of Yona, which makes his presence on board any ship an omen of bad luck. His presence also attracts large fish that try to eat him and small fish that are dead, and causes sheep to birth deformed lambs. He has prophetic visions about the wickedness and restoration of countries, settlements, and nations every three days. He can manipulate stormy waters, fire, wind, the abyss, completeness, perfection, and all forms of energy, and doesn’t require a need for physical sleep. He’s invulnerable to physical damage, and was gifted with absolute speed from the deities in order to commemorate his hope and skillful evasion. Joluszeniah can transform into any roaring beast and a lamb with seven horns and eyes, and create a scroll with seven red wax seals. The first, second, third, and fourth seals bring a bought conquest and pestilence, war, famine, and death. The fifth seal summons furies and gives white robes to the morally right people who are about to die to cement their place in Eylvhraszokjumni. The sixth seal creates a global earthquake, blocks out the sun, turns the moon red, causes destructive meteor showers, and moves every mountain and island into different places. The seventh seal creates silence in Eylvhraszokjumni for about half an hour and summons a golden censer filled with fire. This golden censer is thrown into the core Earth after the silence, which creates peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning, and a less devastating earthquake.

FAMILY:

Unnamed ophanim father

Unnamed earthly angel mother

Smajuzhoktrine Zeliphojandus-Mnelohaviktus Gomeszukiva (ex-lover)

Zorsjahlen (daughter)

Kasvedolun Zuraphomiel (wife)

Yomajuzhiel Galesoturvik (son)

Aremophivus Brejzuktophina (daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Angel of the Lamb and Fish

The Belly of Hate

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Joluszeniah is questioning his sexuality, while Inemovakhus is confident that he’s heteroflexible.

As an Æylphitus, his name means “dove”. In regards to the name of his second personality, Inemovakhus means “to inaugurate”.

He was actually born as Dawusoghiel (“roaring beast of god” in the Æylphitus language), but changed his name because he believes that he isn’t worthy of it.

He was born as an accursed angel with no true form and a defected biokinesis that struggles to heal his wounds. As a result of these three things, a lot of angels ostracise him or playfully tease him because he’s different. Whenever he’s being ostracised or teased, Joluszeniah would either ignore them and pretend nothing is wrong or instantly leave to find a safe place and break down in tears. On the other hand, Inemovakhus would either aggressively confront them or politely tell them off and walk away.

He owns a halo that is two interlocking hoops of blinding light in an X-shape

Joluszeniah rubs his forearms or bite the inside of her lower lip when feeling anxious or stressed out

He’s strangely popular amongst the female-bodied angels and he’s not sure why

He often dreams of wintry regions of stormy clouds, an outpouring from the watery abyss, an ancient storehouse of all winds, and the four cardinal winds supporting the firmament of Earth.

Inemovakhus has a secret plan to overthrow the corrupted members of the divine council and isn’t afraid of the idea of becoming a fallen angel if it ever happens.

The scarred skin on his deltoid was a result of monstrous ticks eating away at his flesh

Extreme and mild heat bothers his second- and third-degree burns, so he tries to stay inside his ramshackle home or find deepening shade to maintain normal body temperatures.

He gets cranky when hotter weather comes around, especially when it begins to cause him pain.

He sleeps in the fetal position with a thumb in his mouth

Joluszeniah likes to bake pies and different flavoured breads

Joluszeniah loves all animals and flowers equally

Inemovakhus only views animals as food, clothing, or obstacles

Inemovakhus has a greater love for flowers than animals as he’s enamoured by their simplistic, yet intricate beauty.

[bespectacledbun]

—There was a concept he learned about, years ago, when he was but a boy under the tutelage of various scholars (prior to their replacement by Sariel). An old empire, one scholar had told him– a wizened old man who seemed more a part of his beloved history books than of the living– older than Rhodolite, or Obsidian, or even Benitoite. The people had a peculiar way of dealing with tyrants and despots they deemed unfit for the governing of the country. They would carve out the names of the damned from the annals of history, chip away at statues until they remained faceless, and destroy every record until there was nothing that could prove they had ever existed. A total condemnation of memory, he had said, stroking a contemplative hand over his whiskery beard, one that served to wipe every trace of their person from the people’s hearts and minds.

He didn’t need to ask what it felt like, because he already knew. Slowly but surely, over days, months, and years, his posture was fixed, his manner of speech grew refined, and every sinew and muscle in his body was tenderized over and over and over to make his body no longer recognizable to himself. Until he could walk like a royal, could talk like a royal, could effectively fool kin and community into believing he was their beloved prince. Until the yoke of authority felt as familiar on his shoulders as the chains of oppression, until his duties were as natural to him as sleeping and breathing.

Until every last fragment of his being was forgotten and replaced, leaving nothing behind but “Leon Dompteur”.

—excerpt from my wip of ‘Damnatio Memoriae’, a Leon character study

[sarah-yyy]

#i watched this scene with 陈老师 and said 好美我看着都想结婚 and he went 👀那再看一遍？？？？ Jie jie...tell us more about 陈老师! 😊😊😊

ahahahahaha 来吧，吃吃我的瓜😂 if y'all have been following me on insta, y'all would've been Very Exposed to 陈老师 already, so......

OKAY so uhhhh some months ago, 秦律师 and i decided to call it quits. he was offered a permanent position back in hangzhou that paid a heck lot better and had way better benefits than his auckland firm, and it was just the kind of career move that he had to take (fair, i would've done the same). he asked me to quit my job to go to hangzhou with him, but uh because of a variety of reasons (a huge part of it was that giving up my career was a hard limit), i eventually said no. it wasn't a bad breakup, per se, but it was still :/ because we'd been together for about 3 years at that stage, and prior to this, we'd been very seriously talking about getting married???

enter 陈老师! so i'd actually known 陈老师 for more than a year at that point?? 陈老师 is a sound engineer working at the local tv station by day, and does some 直播（to pre-emptively answer an faq: 不露脸的那种，唱歌的）when he's free at night. we first met when i went with one of my clients to the station for an interview. we have quite a huge mutual friend circle but i'd never run into him before, but since we met at the tv station, we just.....sort of kept running into each other??

陈老师 says he had a crush on me from the moment he heard me quietly threatening my client not to say anything i told him not to say, but ahahahahaha it wasn't obvious until 秦律师 and i broke up imo. first 陈老师 started showing up at group events a lot more, then we started going out for coffees alone, and then we went through this super weird week where he kept calling me jiejie (because one of his friends told him that might do the trick) (it didn't but i was tempted 😂), and that sort of just progressed to him awkwardly telling me he likes me and then, get this, literally getting so embarrassed he had to run away before following it up again by wechat (over a song). it was weirdly cute. i said yes.

ANYWAY he's still a bit awkward, but he's found this trick where every time he want to express something Important, he'll do it by song so he doesn't mess it up, the concept is hilarious, but in practise it's actually quite heart-warming ahahahahaha all the covers i've put up on insta are songs 陈老师 covers and sends to me 🥰

[sysig]

Fall guy or smth idk I don’t go here (Patreon)

[mobius-m-mobius]

To input another pov to the s2e5 conversation, I personally brushed off the single dad comment from earlier in the ep, chalking it up to clunky exposition dialogue (oh they need to show how he has his hands full in one line and make it make sense) and THEN the fit check happened and my eyebrows raised to the my hairline, and THEN Don dropped that "[...] or did you follow me home? ;)" line with THAT attitude, and my had to cover my mouth going, what's going on...?? lmao from an extremely jaded tv watcher who almost never ship anything except canon events.

Truly think the world collectively shook that night thanks to the number of viewers leaning forward in their seats with hands over their mouths and awe in their eyes 😂💖

But really though, there will NEVER be proper explanation for what happened in ep 5 other than Loki's canonical impulse to impress Mobius at any given moment finally extending to 90s Hugh Grant rom com territory (as anything should, tbh) or it being a hint that on Don's timeline he'll eventually meet *his* Loki and the two of them will settle into suburbia with the kids and jet ski off into the sunset as fandom intended and I'm personally fine with either option lol

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

cries softly I'M JUST READY TO OPEN THE ASKBOX DANGIT

not that I don't enjoy/not looking forward to what I have left... but I wish it was already done so I have new things to write!! or at least imagine writing lol

sometimes I have things sitting on my list for so long that the more I look at it, I'm imagining it more, and then it gets. idk. kinda like the equivalent of my brain chewing a piece of gum for a long time till it can't taste flavor anymore??

my brain is like "well I've already thought about it for a while, now you wanna actually write it down??? lol no" BRAIN WHY

like

does that make sense or am I just nuts XD

[kindahoping4forever]

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[solsfuntime]

I have four more hours of work after my lunch ends in a few minutes

Anyone wanna leave stuff in my ask box for me to get worked up by and answer after work?

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 22

"And So It Goes” Billy Joel cover by Jennifer Warnes

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

August may have been hot garbage but, atleast we (I) got HyunSung and ChanCheol lives

[rovermcfly]

for my new followers:

this blog is trans, nonbinary, just generally queer friendly. I am queer and nonbinary myself. terfs/radfems/exclusionists and the like will be blocked on sight and not interacted with to keep this blog safe for everyone and keep bigots out. that said, this has become a largely escapist space, but don't mistake this blog's silence on topics for personal indifference. if there's any concerns you have (for example you want me to tag something or noticed I reblogged from a known terf or the like) I am always open to the input. I tag #negativity so you can filter it if you want the full escapism experience.

[argiopi]

got the cops called on me for the most hilariously sensible reason last night

So i have a new industrial piercing (my first piercing..! i love it •w•), and it got infected because of course it did, it's a cartilage piercing and i live outside. Context i've been living in my car for the past few weeks, which has been pretty good but one of the tradeoffs is i do not have a bathroom. The piercer told me if the piercing got infected I could soak it in saltwater, so i needed a source of 1. salt, 2. water that is warm or at least not the below-freezing ambient temperature i currently exist in.

Gas stations have both these things. (I have yet to purchase salt for my occasional propane stove cooking). Only problem is it was past midnight in a rural area, so I didn't find a 24 hour convenience store until around 100 miles into my route for the evening.

At 3 AM local time the store was inhabited by just One stern-looking employee who was mopping the floor. My grungy ass walks in carrying a small collapsible bowl and immediately begins casing the place like the world's shittiest thief, looking for those little free salt packets. I looked around the (empty, no hot food at 3 AM) hot dog stand and saw only wet condiments so i circled back around to the grocery section in case they were selling salt shakers I could buy. No luck so i desperately returned to the hot dog counter in case I missed the salt, and noticed a cabinet labeled CONDIMENTS below the dog cooker, which did conceal salt packets. I stuffed a handful of them in my pocket and hoped the mopping woman wouldn't ask, then pivoted to the bathroom where I locked myself for the next fifteen minutes.

I filled my bowl with hot water which was actually cool water but at least it wasn't frigid, and mixed salt into it and held it to my ear. After a few minutes the staff, who had been understandably watching me from around corners the entire time I was searching for salt, knocked on the door. I replied "hello?" and she didn't respond, so I assumed she was just checking if anyone was in there before she tried entering to continue mopping. I finished cleaning my sad little ear and bought a bag of yogurt pretzels as a gesture of good will because I felt bad for taking her salt and taking too much time in the bathroom when she needed to clean.

Enter The Pig. I had returned to my car and grabbed my first aid kit to apply antiobiotic ointment, when an officer entered the store. Trepidation when he arrived since I knew I was being a freak, but then i thought he was just doing his own shopping, then he came back out and approached my vehicle.

Rolled down my window and he asks what was going on in the bathroom. (What if i had been just taking a long shit??). So I showed him my ear and my bowl and explained, as Alertly, Calmly, and Soberly as i could after driving for multiple hours after midnight, to the face of someone who can ruin my life with a penstroke, that I was on the road and had to soak this infected piercing. Luckily it was a confused young cop who was too bewildered to inquire much further, not an old hardass who might start asking more challenging questions such as "where are you going" or "where are you staying tonight and why are you washing your ear at the gas station and not there." He clearly barely even looked at my car - asked if i was a local when my license plate is from two timezones away - and let me go without even collecting my information.

That was the sixth time that police have confronted me for acting outside social norms. The first time was because I was plucking an invasive plant species from the side of the road and he thought I was falling when I walked up & down the slope. The second time I was walking home alone at night, and maybe someone called because I had a backpack on and they thought I was trying to rob a house. I was just walking home from the train. The third time I had been biking home in the dark without a headlight, and i fell on my face and didn't know I was bleeding until a bastard pulled up and told me someone called because they thought I got hit by a car. The fourth time was when I fell in the river last winter and i was knocking on random doors asking for directions home to minimize my risk of hypothermia, and I suppose the woman who drove me home called to send someone to make sure i was okay? The fifth time was the first time I slept in my car, which ironically was before I started serially sleeping in my car. I was falling asleep on the highway after an all-nighter so I took the next exit and took a nap in my driver's seat at the end of a random residential street before I ended up on the news, and that's how I learned suburbanites are paranoid as all hell about anything out of the ordinary because a cop knocked on my window and asked me if I was drunk (who would say yes to that question?). Now I select my sleeping sites very carefully, which is probably the most annoying thing about hashtag vanlife, but I haven't gotten The Knock again yet and sometimes when I pull into random public lands after dark I wake up to mountains I've never seen before and that fuels my soul.

Lesson learned is that if you need to snort sodium chloride in a gas station bathroom at 3 AM, just have an ear piercing and dampen the hair around it and carry a bowl around, and you've got a story that's Too Weird To Be Making Shit Up.

[magentagalaxies]

so basically a few weeks ago paul bellini sent me two signed mouth congress vinyls as a late birthday present slash gift for running the mouth congress social media and i thought i'd post a vinyl tour bc there's so many cool details here! this is gonna be a long post bc the lyric booklet that came with waiting for henry is pretty much a full zine and i really love all the effort they put into it

contents:

waiting for henry double LP (signed by scott and paul!)

ahhhh the pollution 7" (signed by scott and paul!)

Mouth Congress button (did not know this was a thing so it was just a fun little bonus gift he threw in)

first, close up photo of the sticker on the waiting for henry cover:

next pictures of each of the vinyls:

the lighting was a bit off in these pictures but the vinyls are so beautiful it's unreal. ahhhh the pollution is a translucent bright orange, the first half of waiting for henry is beige, and the second half is this beautiful bright blue that looks like blue rasperry candy. i'm always a sucker for colorful vinyls (i just picked up a copy of "take the sadness out of saturday night" by bleachers on a seaglass vinyl the other day) and i wasn't sure if they had any left so the fact that both releases are on such beautiful vinyl is amazing

next we have the zine!! here's the cover:

the first few pages are a short summary of the mouth congress story as told by paul himself, along with a few pictures of the band members from their college days:

after that we have a fictitious profile of the band written by aviva avoovoo (a freelance writer character created by paul bellini) where she visits the mouth congress chalet and discovers the "dark secrets" that lie within. it's so funny and surreal but i didn't want to post every page of it so instead i'll focus on this old vaguely-cursed pic of paul that accompanied the writing:

once we're done with the fictional side of things there's a two-page spread of cassettes mouth congress put together in the 80s/90s that they released in an attempt to promote the band. each cassette description has a list of featured songs, some of which were later put on "ahhhh the pollution" or "waiting for henry" and some of which i'd never heard about previously and am very intrigued by. i took close-up pics of these two specifically since they're the ones i most want to look into from that page

specifically i really wanna learn more about madam alphonsa. who is she. she's mentioned in "me on my off hours" and makes an appearance on "madamifesto" and "let's hear it for show business." they mentioned in the mouth congress documentary that kevin used to play madam alphonsa's husband. several characters scott played in mouth congress were later done on kids in the hall but madam alphonsa is my new lost media obsession.

after that we have a solid six pages of scott and paul interviewing each other. again it's very long so i'm not posting everything but it was a very good interview which makes me love the band even more and it also had this picture with it:

more old pictures (look how young scott and paul look in the bottom right one i'm losing my mind):

centerfold:

then we have at least 10 pages of lyrics for every song on waiting for henry as well as short blurbs about the story behind each song which was really cool and might be its own post someday, but last but not least i wanted to leave you with my favorite part of the mouth congress zine: the word search

legit took this pic just so i could highlight the words digitally and not draw on the actual zine but oh my god i had so much fun doing this. unironically i think every vinyl should come with a thematically linked word search. it really just goes to show how much joy and effort scott and paul put into everything mouth congress does and i'm so honored i get to be part of their story at the level where i can get something like this autographed and sent to me for free (and also might get free admission to an upcoming mouth congress show if i help them set up beforehand and film the show?? like paul you do realize i would pay VIP prices for this but thank you for doing it for free?? also thank you for asking how my own musical went and genuinely caring about the answer???)

anyway this got a little rambly towards the end but my point is. queercore punk is truly the genre of all time and mouth congress is so fucking great nobody is going it like them

[rdlain]

in wake of the breakup TSwift will get a "omg is she actually dating [insert female c-lister here]?!? SHE IS!!" pr coverage to distract the fact she was dating a cringe nazi dude in the first place, also to continue the 10 year "I'm not the goody-goody taylor you know from 2007, I'm Bad now😎 I'm even dating🫢 a GIRL" with a bonus of rage baiting conservatives into fb-tier engagement all "remember when Tswift made good christian music the liberal left media machine corrupted her and our youths!1!1! satanic." so win win. They'll do a sapphic photoshoot for sure (like cottagecore shit but more sparkly) for some magazine(s), appear in public holding hands, do a chase peck for the crowd at the end of shows ect.

unfortunately for gaylors as soon as the damage is covered up and they cease milking it (like 4-ish months or so?) they will split amicably, c-lister gf will have a career boost and Tswift will date her next scrub-du-jour, but it won't matter because afterwards she will forever be embraced in the warm bosom of the quwueer commuwunity

[buscandoelparaiso]

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