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I have been waiting all year to post this.

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Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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my watery friend... are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light...?

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I am super against light pollution, and have been for decades

but I am also super annoyed by the way it's framed as "without light pollution you can see how beautiful the night sky is" way more prominently than it's framed as "hey, did you ever stop to think of how much energy/resources/money are literally wasted by having so much light shine up into the sky?"

so people get the idea that light pollution can only be remedied by eliminating all night-time light, which would make being outside at night very inconvenient, instead of by making night-time light shine only on the ground where, y'know, the people who need it are

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Maybe the real treasure was the boops we made along the way

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duke thomas 😄

& him hanging out with the waynes :)

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When you hear a new song on the radio and you’re desperately trying to pick a notable phrase so you can google it later

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Boop!

Available in my kofi shop as a wallpaper!

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I think we're starting to dilute the meaning of "terminally online". Like, no, it's not terminally online to have eccentric opinions about a popular TV show – people like that existed before "online" was a thing. Unless we're talking at least an "it's homophobic for gay furries to have rat fursonas because they're depicting gay people as vermin", the onlineness falls well short of terminal.

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I think part of what made Fantasy High so beautiful is that Brennan was acutely aware that DnD was new not only to (a part of) his players, but also the audience. So he looked them in the eyes and said take my hand. This is how magic works. Also. An important thing. In here. We go batshit. There's an entire dimension in your jacket and they do not want you to ask follow-up questions. Your principal just shot someone in the head. Your god is real and he loves you but also he's kind of a loser frat boy. This man is getting his magical powers through the power of No Fap. Rock music is the source of immaculate conception. Don't be scared to create literally anything with me, you are safe here. Not from the rōmænce partner you lied about having but. From the judgement of the cruel mistress we call reality. Look at me. Laws are threats and the police is an occupying army and we will get ice cream.

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this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog

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this text post felt very farcille-core :")

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danny phantom bitches see these shades of green and slam reblog huh

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Summary: He wakes up with no memories. He knows things, but he doesn’t know why. Who is he? And how did he get here?

Author: @die-erlkonigin6083

Submitter: @disillusioneddanny

Note from submitter: This author is so incredibly talented and kind!! Definitely recommend this fic