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i ! don’t ! tolerate ! fat shaming !

i may want to be skinny, but i will NEVER slate someone else’s weight or compare bigger girls to smaller ones, weight is ONLY an issue on my self because of my DISORDER and i do NOT find fat people less attractive or less worthy than skinny people

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@crankgameplays looks like what a mentally stable bo Burnham would look like.

#crankgameplays #ethan nestor #icons #youtube #bo burnham #inside #comedy

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giving dan the credit he deserves

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like a permanent apartment fixture or a birthmark

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If you aren’t interested in men you aren’t interested in me.

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if shes your girl, then whys she breastfeeding me?

shes my girl and you are our beautiful son. welcome to the world my boy

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NO-

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if that old man comes back im fucking him myself

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KILLING. KILLING HIM MYSELF

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Today marks the six-month anniversary of the death of Unus Annus.

We'll never forget you and the laughs you brought forth.

Memento Mori.

🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

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Some phanarts inspired by the latest video from @danielhowell and @amazingphil - YES DAN WE WANT THIS KIND OF CONTENT.

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FREAKIN DAN AND PHIL AAAAAH

Seeing @danielhowell and @amazingphil together on screen again felt like coming home~

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Hi i just came from, "You're Hot and I Need the Money." (istg i hope thats right.) I may or may not have finished it in all one sitting...Oops?🤷🏻‍♂️ Anyway I just wanted to say that i love your work and I hope that you'll update it soon!

Hope you have a lovely day/night!

whenever someone comments on my phanfic i’m like HELL YEAH LETS WRITE so thank you sm <3 also s thanks for coming all the way to tumblr to say sumn!! i have the next chapter written :):) but i’m gonna hold off posting until i finish chapter 12 since it’s been so long and bc i wanna actually finish this fic someday gosh darn it

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Yayayyayayay go check @midnightskydan out on ao3

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THAT GASP

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HE SHOOK HIS WHOLE BODY TREMBLED

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Never not reblogging this

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Perso-Dan (Chobits crossover) Ch 1

Chobits/Phan crossover

Tags: smut, fluff, dom!Phil, omegaverse, um….. idk what else…

Phil is finally able to get a Persocom after landing his dream job. After learning the past of his somewhat defective persocom, Phil is made to take a second look at his views on Persocoms and on humanity itself.

AN: If you’ve never seen Chobits, I highly suggest you do because they explain a lot of the world and mechanics (and because it’s amazing). I’ll explain a little as it comes up, but I don’t want that to take up a lot of the story. Chobits is available on Netflix, or you can watch the first episode here. If you’re not that into anime, basically all you have to know is this is a world where almost everybody owns an android/personal computer called a Persocom. Yay, robot sexy. Enjoy.

Ch 1

I open the door to the shop, the bell above greeting me and alerting the store owner of a customer. I’ve never been in a shop like this, but I’ve always slowed my stride past the windows, gazing at the latest models displayed there. Now that I’m out of the house and making enough money from my new job, I can finally afford my own Persocom.

I always wanted one of my own; watching the one my parents own as it cleaned the house, fascinated. I never knew how they worked, though, and still really don’t. That’s why I’ve enlisted the help of my friend, Chris, now entering the shop behind me with his own Persocom, PJ, in tow. Chris seems to know how to keep his Persocom in check and buy all the right software for him, so he should be able to help me pick one out that fits my needs. Nothing fancy, just basic household stuff and maybe internet games.

The store owner comes out of a back room, greeting me with a handshake, “Hello, sir. What can I help you with today?”

“I’m looking for a Persocom. I’m thinking of a refurbished one so it’s a bit cheaper.” My new job pays well, but not that well. I also don’t want to get one of those miniature, almost chibi style models. They’re cute, but with my track of losing things I’m not about to risk misplacing an expensive piece of hardware.

The shop owner, Tom by his nametag, tells me they have a wide selection of refurbished models, all factory reset and good as new. Chris steps up and starts asking Tom lots of techy questions and having PJ calculate price ranges; all of it flying right over my head. I suppose I should leave Chris to the technical stuff while I take a look around.

I scan the low shelves, the Persocoms lined up like dolls on display; some sitting or standing in different poses. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were just detailed mannequins modeling swimsuits. None of them are really jumping at me saying ‘buy me’ yet. They really just blend together; an array of different coloured hairs and sizes, but mostly the same face.

I pass by the door the owner came out of earlier and stop, noticing a pair of legs hanging off of a table. I wander towards it, entering what must be a workshop. The walls are lined with hard-drives, motherboards, different limbs and hair pieces. It looks like Gepetto’s toy shop with an upgrade.

On the closest workbench is a Persocom; sitting lopsided with wires hanging out of its back panel and cable ports on the sides of his head. Tom must have been working on this one before we came it. I get closer, trying to see the Persocom’s face but it’s covered with dark hazel hair. I reach up, cupping the side of its face and leaning the head up, taking in a sharp breath of the workshop’s humid air.

This Persocom is gorgeous. Its eyes, lifeless yet shining under the fluorescent lighting, are a deep brown, almost black. The face, so innocent and lightly airbrushed with freckles, shows no emotion yet somehow seems sad to me.

The owner comes into the workshop and I drop the Persocom’s face, its head lolling to the side as I take a step back. “I, uh… sorry for waltzing right in here.”

Tom waves me away, “It’s fine. Were you looking at this one? You probably won’t want it.”

I look over the Persocom, hair once again covering its face. “Why? Is it broken?”

“No, it’s not broken.” Tom says, sitting on the stool in front of the workbench, “but you can say it’s damaged.”

Chris comes in, leaning against the door frame and PJ peaking over his shoulder. “What do you mean damaged?”

“Well, usually when I reset a model, the memory drive is completely erased, allowing a blank slate for the new owner.” He explains, twirling a set of pliers in his hand, “but when I reset this one there was still some memories left. It’s like when you have to defrag an old desktop computer; there are fragments left but I’m afraid it’s from corrupt data. I’ll have to completely remove the memory chip and get a new one, which will cost me.”

“Well, will having the fragments of data hurt it at all?” I ask, knowing a little bit about what he’s talking about. I’ve at least had some experience with older computers.

“No, not really. There would just be data left over from the previous owner. It would be more like a hand-me-down Persocom than a refurbished one.” Tom says, sighing.

“I don’t mind that.” I say, a plan forming in my head. “How about this: you give me a fair deal on this Persocom, as is, and it’ll save you the money of buying a new memory for it.”

Chris grabs my shoulder, “Hold up, Phil. You don’t know who the previous owner was or what they did with this Persocom. It could be a sketchy character.”

“Actually, I checked on what little personality data I could find and it was all very passive.” Tom chimes in, clearly wanting to make the deal.

“Chris, I really like this one.” I look over the Persocom again, it’s lanky legs and arms dangling. His body is pretty fit, for a robot. If it were a real guy sitting there in his underwear I’d be blushing like crazy.

“Alright, but you better sign a money back guarantee.” Chris huffs, walking back into the main area of the store.

I sign all of the necessary papers, indeed making sure to get everything in order in case something happens to it. I smile, taking one last peek at the workshop door. Tom just has to finish up some standard procedures and checkups, then he’ll send the Persocom to my apartment. I’ll finally have my own Persocom by tomorrow afternoon.

Ch 2