I talk about them all the time. the trick is to find someone you’re comfortable with or someone who’s also not normal about the character.
or you can just be unapologetically crazy.

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I talk about them all the time. the trick is to find someone you’re comfortable with or someone who’s also not normal about the character.
or you can just be unapologetically crazy.
I actually do think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes
I think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes.
I think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes.
This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.
the reason i have not yet written a The Locked Tomb Analytical Essay is because ppl think i’d write it about the eighth but they’re wrong. i would write it about the seventh and their view of chronic illness as beautiful. and then i’d have to talk about how that directly parallels the catholic church’s view of redemptive suffering and the passages of the catechism that speak on illness specifically. and how john’s treatment of cytherea paints himself as the Suffering Christ figure and her as the pious and devoted sick sharing in that suffering by which her illness is made his own. and then i experience an emotional fit so violent that my vision whites out. so i will not be writing all of that
What did she mean by this
Are y’all literally this fucked in the head? Its genitals. No it’s not normal or “tame” to put your genitals in public.
She’s in a bedroom posing for an artsy nude photo not exposing herself on the street please be for real expeditiously
> sees goth in username
> looks inside
> moral panic over art and appeals to normalcy
you could cut the irony with a knife
People wouldn't be reacting that way if it was a vagina.
People wouldn’t be
reacting that way if it
was a vagina.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
Everyone: *is scared of the emperor’s murderous rampages* The Emperor: baby, Rae, baby can you settle down a little? you’re doing a lot, can’t we just like chill out? giggle for a bit? orgasm for your thoughts? I just feel like we can all calm down ASA-Pimmediately.
Rae:
a lot of rpf can be explained by the fact that actors are all like that with each other constantly but i never want to say that on here because it feels like telling a 7-year-old santa isn’t real
actors hanging off of each other constantly isn’t a sign that they’re fucking it’s a sign that they were once in a BFA program and never relearned normal boundaries. when actors are fucking and it’s complicated they won’t even stand in the same room with each other.
*rolls over toward you in the dark and dead of night* Are you awake? Cool, cool. Do you ever think about how, if given the chance, Key of the Cauldron would've been there for Rae when she was hospitalized?
He would've been by her bedside every day no matter what anyone else thought about it, he would have held her hair back when she threw up and tucked her in when she was cold and told her dad that he and his new family could go fuck themselves, the baby included. He would've skipped school and gone back just to tell Marlowe that Rae might not throw her out the window but he gladly would, and he would've learned to get along with Alice and he'd have memorized the whole Time of Iron series just to read it to Rae when she was awake. He'd steal the hospital popsicles for her and beat the crap out of anyone who made her feel bad when she started losing her hair, he'd have held her and raged with her *becoming increasingly hysterical* He'd have been there for her until the end and after that. No matter how mean and tired she got, no matter how m any times they tried to kick him out, he'd have slept on the hospital floor just to stay by her side. Love survives death.
Anyway, goodnight.
You guys get it. That was why the Emperor was Rae’s favourite character: he has what she desperately wanted and nobody could offer her. My boy may need to be committed but he commits. He would have.
And who knows? He may yet.
i think i saw a movie like this once
Ok I needed to know the story and
Guy makes a really stupid decision and gets in a car accident -> no real damage from accident but insurance goes up -> starts beating himself up over his stupid decision -> gets depressed -> starts to realize he's single and had crash been worse he'd die alone -> realizes he's never had a relationship or even a crush and starts wondering what he'd want out of a relationship -> starts to realize he doesn't really like girls so he thinks he must be gay -> realizes he likes girls and boys about the same amount, so he must be bi -> later realizes that "same amount" is none at all -> he's ace
A woman not shaving or wearing a dress or wearing makeup or wearing femme clothes or having styled or long hair or caring how she looks or using a masc name or whatever else is actually a neutral thing and not a sign of her being depressed or giving up or being sad or whatever
Stephanie: What type of guys do you prefer?
Bernard: My boyfriend.
Stephanie, to Kon: And what type of guys do you prefer?
Kon: Bernard's boyfriend.
must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain