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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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d e v o n

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON
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will byers stan first human second
we're not kids anymore.

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styofa doing anything
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@flandersno1shipper
my nothing
if i dont respond to a message from you i can basically guarantee its not because i dislike you. im just getting attacked by imps and shit all the time genuinely.
Interior: The living room (12:00 A.M., Sunday, October 1st.)
Rayne sits on her slightly tattered forest green couch (a cup of her favorite tea, on the Chestnut nightstand beside her). As the television flickers, in the dimly lit room, steam escapes the mug of Lavender milk tea, and she smiles as she watches the latest episode of her favorite show.
As the screen changes to a commercial, Rayne grabs her tea and takes a few sips (not really paying much attention to what's on the screen). Commercials weren't something she normally paid much attention to anyway. That is, until she thinks she hears…
Rayne's eyes quickly look at the screen, unsure of what she heard and feeling slightly uneasy.
'No. There's no way I heard my name. I must be imagining things,' Rayne thinks, as she shakes her head.
The commercial, for some kind of cleaning product, continues on like normal and another couple play, before going back to the show.
A couple hours later, (her tea and show having long since been finished), she leaves her living room and heads down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, she gets ready for bed and, after a few minutes, falls asleep.
End Transmission.
Start of an unfiction project that looks kinda neat, about to start reading
Everybody thinks I’m some sort of pervert girl. This is untrue. I am actually some sort of pervert boy
For now, sweetie
Finally watched that One Battle After Another film everyone has been buzzing over...
I enjoyed it and all but after thinking it for a bit I realized its pretty much the same movie as one I watched earlier this year:
Springfield with Wings (pt. 1?) - Blue Haired Lawyer
it’s been like this
it's okay mom i know you didn't mean to
Crackpot post-ep 8 tadc theory
SPOILERS AHEAD
So, you remember the gloink queen, right?
During her introductory scene we her eating up objects that she stole and sort of recycling them to make gloinks. I think its interesting to think of her role as a sort of garbage collector for the circus Thing is.... That's very similar to the episode 8 intro
Wrong image
In which we see "something" gathering data and using it to create... colorful shapes... kinda like the gloinks Now, the full sequence involves a red blob doing this first only to be trapped, escape and eat the blue orb. Between the parallels to the Cain and Abel biblical story and Caine saying "Im the original one" the implication is obvious, the red blob is caine, the og ai, and the blue one came after. Narratively, episode 8's cliffhanger needs to be resolved somehow in a span of an entire episode give or take some minutes. Maybe they'd need an ai or a circus member to replace Caine so it stands to reason that this mysterious second ai would come into play. What if the gloink queen is a corrupted version of this ai that caine repurposed for garbage collection. As a final piece of evidence. Not long before episode 8 released, gooseworx posted this:
Likely she could just be baiting us all into thinking this but either outcome is hilarious so I needed to share this to the world.
The worse the internet gets the more I feel like the future is mailing zines to each other and collage and papercraft being some of the most valuable art forms
Babe, you can be 300 lbs+ and still be a delicate flower.
If you arent willing to date a disabled person, you shouldn’t try to date an SSBBW. At the end of the day, you have to do a lot of the same things. Checking ahead to see if somewhere is accessible, helping with household tasks, helping maintain their hygiene, being aware of their physical ability and limitations, etc, etc, the list goes on. There’s a lot of understanding and care that goes into being with someone who is supersized. We are essentially disabled, and if you can’t deal with that then you probably aren’t cut out for dating SSBBW’s.
corruption not as in turning you into something you're not, but rather. corruption as in unlocking the person you secretly already are. corruption as in making you admit the things you feel embarrassed or guilty for wanting. corruption as in being the first person to give you those things, and being the person you will remember every time you let yourself want them from now on.
“I hate the police / Fight Back!”
MY BRAND!
“I hate the police / Fight Back!”
ursula k le guin was right
all of it, more or less
Oh go on, swing the bat at the hornet’s nest, post her takes on Watership Down