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#the vibes are there
khaopybara · 1 month
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Clumsy Girlfriend x Indulging Girlfriend
GODJI TATCHAKORN as NIDA and GOLF KITTIPAT as BAMBAM episode 2 of 23 POINT 5
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"roomba." "that's the one."
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nevermorenovember · 3 months
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Am I the only one who thinks that dead girl in the pool by girl in red is so Tori Spring coded?
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saintxgerard · 2 years
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They’re avoiding gym class
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estheticpotaeto · 1 month
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Me listening to a song that has little to no thematic similarity to buddie: this song has buddie vibes.
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gaylittleguys · 10 months
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ok I know people have written/talked about Ginger Snaps (2000) as a trans allegory from Ginger’s perspective but when I first watched it I read it as a trans-allegory horror from Brigitte’s perspective. More along the vein of being a transmasc teenager and seeing female puberty and the transformations that come from that as horrifying, and fearing that happening to you too.
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aiscapades · 5 months
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rewatching fullmetal alchemist and seeing the ouroboros in relation to homunculi makes me look at leander a little differently
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praetorqueenreyna · 11 days
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Lucien reached out and ran his fingers through the ends of Tamlin’s damp, silky strands. He wanted to say something, to express how he felt. He opened his mouth to say: I love you, but he hesitated. It had only been two days, and they had only made love once—well, twice, if he counted the shower—and he didn’t want to scare Tamlin off yet. Or ever. So, instead, he murmured it in Scythian. I love you. I think I always have. Stay with me.
For Day 4 of Tamlin Week: Happily Ever After. An edit for the AMAZING fic A Second Chance by @goforth-ladymidnight! I love both Tamlin/Lucien AND Jurian/Vassa in that fic, and had to make something to celebrate Tamlin and Lucien finally getting together! The fic isn't done yet BUT I have been assured that they will get their happily ever after!
@tamlinweek
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meteors-lotr · 1 year
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Elrohir: My top surgery went really well!
Arwen: That’s great! My bottom surgery is next week.
Elrohir: I cant believe we’re both gay and trans!
Elladan: I’m a communist
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moonlightfoxs-cantina · 3 months
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The tortured poets department is going to be the album for the bookish and academic girlies 🤍🎶🥹
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lyekisses · 2 months
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well. you know.
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I have an urge to play some hollow knight but solely just to like, hang out in greenpath.
​just the vibes of greenpath would fix me I think.
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charlottenewtons · 1 year
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Shadow of a Doubt (1943) dir. Alfred Hitchcock // The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
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saintxgerard · 1 year
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pov your unemployed boyfriend is picking you up from class
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moltengoldveins · 24 days
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- Foreign Eyes 1: Empire -
(the first in a series of poems I wrote ages ago, freshman year of college. I might share the rest one day, but I liked this one.)
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I open someone else’s eyes
In a narrow cot, just shy of the tent wall
Piled high with periwinkle blankets 
And red sheets.
The floor is matted reed, laid in rows,
Richly carpeted with cerulean and cream,
Stained with old blood.
There are boots in the corner, beneath the rack
Where the weapons are kept perfectly clean. 
They are caked with it, 
Leather stained dark like the wood of the central table. 
On it is a map, yellowed paper mountains,
Valleys, rivers, 
Populated everywhere by little wooden men. 
They match in careful navy lines against their scarlet foes,
Stand firm in adversity, 
Charge parchment hills and hold sketched fortifications,
And die silently at the delivery of the hasty missives 
Stacked in the corner. 
His stride as I walk is long and purposeful, 
His footsteps firm, silent, balanced, 
but not quite perfect; 
A hitch that tells of some old wound long-healed. 
An arrow to the knee. 
I look down. There is a narrow scar across his palm, 
And though his fingers are calloused, his nails are clean.
His nails are clean. 
‘This body is some petty warlord’s,’ I think, ‘scraping for glory. 
‘An advisor, perhaps, or a strategist, told “Triumph, at all cost,”
‘Or some great Alexander.’ 
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hazellevessque · 6 months
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I think Silas would benefit greatly from he/they pronouns
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