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nardo-headcanons · 14 hours
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the pain of not knowing whether you did something wrong or being annoying and now having several alarm clocks ringing in your head and then not knowing what to do because you don't wanna come off as clingy.
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astraystayyh · 5 months
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They have since left four premature babies to decompose on their beds. They have since kidnapped, stripped, tortured civilians and tried to frame them as Hamas fighters for their propaganda. They have since shot people at refugee camps execution style. They have since targeted academics and poets and directors. They have since killed 86 journalists. Still no ceasefire.
psa: i know that many of us did NOT doubt this for a second, neither did i. this is targeted at the people who educated themselves for the first time about this genocide and discovered the absolute horrific things that Israel is capable of doing to Palestinians, with the unwavering support of its allies.
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troythecatfish · 1 month
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atafrd · 4 months
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This popped up on my FB memories today... nothing has changed ~
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reality-detective · 4 months
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Joe Rogan finally listened to "If I Were The Devil" by Paul Harvey in 1965.🤔
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ryuki-draws · 2 months
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I watched the Witch from Mercury recently and all I need now is Saionji wrecking three mech suits before getting expelled to camping
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whales-are-gay · 2 months
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okie genuine question what was blaseball? like is it possible to summarize properly?
I ask bc You're the only person on my dash ever to blog about it, and the other day at work we had a baseball themed party for the dogs (dog hotel worker) and it got me wondering about Blaseball.
ohhhh man. to summarize blaseball. blaseball was a cultural event that was my scaffold when i started university. it was my community when i was unmoored and it was a springwell of creativity and inspiration.
blaseball was a horror-absurdist baseball simulator. people in the real world don't play blaseball, they bet on games watch a play-by-play and make a profit. games ran 24/7 mon-fri, with the postseason on saturday and elections on sunday. what made blaseball a community and a competition and a case study on emergent design was that players were given options on potential rule changes to the game of blaseball, and could spend their coins to vote on which one(s) went into effect. team rivalries formed when players got traded, fan favorites emerged when weird bugs occurred, and fanmusic and fanart inspired each other.
i miss it so much. it cannot work in a world in which people have been forced to return to in-person schooling and workplaces, it cannot exist with investors trying to make the game turn a profit. but it was beautiful and infuriating while it lasted.
we are all love blaseball. the commissioner did a great job. rest in violence.
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the-empress-7 · 7 months
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"I wish that Heaven had visiting hours And I would ask them if I could take you home But I know what they'd say, that it's for the best So I will live life the way you taught me And make it on my own"
Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran
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woffles-4-waffles · 5 months
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I put this on Instagram, did a little re drawing doodle
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b0njourbeach · 1 month
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Nothing to see here, just your average Leona 🤞
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megamanofnumbers · 8 months
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Sometimes I think I've grown up. That I've moved on to different interests in life.
Like Precure. And Xenoblade. And Fortnite of all things. All genres of video games and discovering an undying love for Moon Knight.
And then I remember.
I STILL HAVE THE MOST CORROSIVE KYOSAYA AND MADOHOMU BRAINROT PHYSICALLY IMAGINABLE.
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coffeexxcigarettes · 2 months
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Tangled
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You don't feel it?
The way the bridge collapsed between us.
The way our spell unraveled,
Spinning me out,
Leaving me alone.
You don't see it?
When I can't meet your gaze,
Consumed by guilt and empathy,
A joke to feel so deeply-
Why?
I made a promise to love you,
But I don't recognize myself anymore.
I've never felt so alone
As when I stood beside you.
When you smiled at me.
If the red string of fate exists,
Perhaps
Ours is made of
Fucking barbed wire.
x
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mellonyheart · 11 months
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I believe my appreciation of Corvids is making my brain act up because this is the hottest image of Satan I've ever seen.
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fembrie · 8 months
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thinking about how mary daly wrote in 1973: "... it is necessary to grasp the fundamental fact that women have had the power of naming stolen from us" and now 50 years later women have been named uterus-havers and menstruators by trans identified men
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aranel-ancunin · 9 months
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🩸𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 🩸
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pup-pee · 6 months
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im like half srry 4 this
attempting 2 draw bart bc i just cant draw him consistently ever
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