THE POSSUM REQUIRES NUTRITION

19 / are you awake yet? / 💛🤍💜🖤

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Ok so I decided to do a bio bc y not? 🤷

Name: You all can call me Dee✨️

Age: 18

Pronouns: They/She

Gender: What's a gender?

Sexuality: Demiromantic, Pansexual

Favorite Fandoms: The Pitt, 9-1-1, Percy Jackson, Marvel, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, She-Ra, Red White and Royal Blue, Disenchantment, Cyberpunk, Hunter X Hunter, and Arcane

Feel free to say hi 👋🏾

terfs, and incels DNI🖕🏾

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Do you think their genetically testing women in sports not just to remove those with "more testosterone than the average female", but to also create teams that cannot preform better than men in the same sports?

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I usually don't argue with people in the comments of political posts, but this uneducated shitstain on the red thong of a fascist said that they found the guy who put algae seeds in the pool, and as an Environmental Studies student, I could not let that slide

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They also said that algae forms from fertilizer, buddy that's algae BLOOM

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When they don't know what eutrophication:

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I usually don't argue with people in the comments of political posts, but this uneducated shitstain on the red thong of a fascist said that they found the guy who put algae seeds in the pool, and as an Environmental Studies student, I could not let that slide

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They also said that algae forms from fertilizer, buddy that's algae BLOOM

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I usually don't argue with people in the comments of political posts, but this uneducated shitstain on the red thong of a fascist said that they found the guy who put algae seeds in the pool, and as an Environmental Studies student, I could not let that slide

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Some random person ordering two necklaces from you: hi one of the necklaces broke can I get a refund?

Me, knowing I stressed test all my jewelry:

There's also no way it could have broken given that I tape them together, and they're in tiny little bags sooooooo

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What do you call a boy band made up of drag kings?

Lip-SYNC

You can laugh now

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Alright alright, you asked

X-Men: Gambit

Tw: suicide

There are thousands of chess variants.

Each move one makes narrows it down to just one result. The second someone moves a pawn up two squares, their fate is determined. Their queen is gone and their king is exposed. And that is assuming that time has not run out. But whether one expected it or not, a move will be made. And pawns cannot go backwards; only forwards.

Charles felt that his fate was determined. He felt exposed, like his time had run out. He was one of the greatest mutants known to man, but even he could not have prepared for this. And Charles could not imagine moving forward.

Physically, even. Oh, how he hated his wheelchair. It seemed to be more of a cage, than an accommodation. He was a bird who had their wings torn out, a siren with a broken voicebox.

He was useless

And Charles felt even more useless as he grasped the railing of the Broadway Bridge, looking down at the crashing waves.

“Stupid gravitational force,” he muttered, in a daze. He looked up at the moon, who seemed to have frowned at his remark. “Stupid moon,” he said, looking back down at the waves.

Before the events of Jekyll Island, Charles was an excellent swimmer. He would sit at the bottom of a pool and see how long he could stay down there without coming up for air. He was skilled with a backward dive, and his backstroke was impeccable. Now, if Charles were to see how long he could last on the pool floor, he would be such a spoilsport. No, his legs were useless. Decorative, ornamental.

And there was only one person to blame.

“Fuck you, Erik,” Charles said through gritted teeth. He had tried to befriend him, tried to give him peace of mind. But underneath all that metal, Erik Lehnsherr was an angry man.

And yet, Charles had hoped that he would show up at the school. Maybe with an apology, on his knees, out in the rain on his front porch, begging Charles to forgive him.

“Please, old friend. Forgive me.”

And then Raven would come back, and the war in Vietnam would end so all of the students and teachers could return. And Hank would come up with a cure for Charles and then Charles would stand, and Charles would walk, and Charles would run, run away from the railing of this newly built bridge over the crashing waves and beneath the scornful moon. Regardless of being a telepath, Charles finally knew how every other mutant felt in the world; trapped, and afraid.

Charles stared at the water. All he wanted was to walk again.

He sighed, tumbled back onto the bridge, and crawled back into his chair.

The waves would have to wait another day.

The Broadway Bridge was recently built. And being primarily made out of metal, Erik had developed a liking to it. The bridge was the epitome of beauty, he thought. In fact, he liked it so much, he spent almost every night at the very top, evading people, and watching the world from afar.

And so when he saw his old friend attempting to toss himself over, he was very intrigued.

Erik watched Charles with his arms wrapped over the railing like a toddler clinging to its mother. He could help the poor cripple back onto the bridge, but Erik knew that he would rather prefer to be helped off the other way.

He hadn’t spoken to Charles since Jekyll Island. He didn’t know what to say to him. “Hello, Charles. Sorry I deprived you of your ability to walk.” Erik considered adding a “sorry for convincing your sister to leave with me” to the apology.

But, it wasn’t his fault Raven decided to go with him. All he told her was to be proud of her mutation, and how she looked. And she was beautiful. But Charles’ philosophies were pertinent in her, and Erik found that she would only hold him back.

Charles was weak, Erik thought that every time that he thought of him. Sure he was imaginative, and hopeful. But it comes to a point where ignorance overwhelms all sense of logic.

Logic, was something Erik was very skilled in. Charles too, and he proved it in every game of chess. He wasn’t stupid. He had the mind of a thousand scientists, but the heart of a newborn chihuahua. Erik found that annoying, but intriguing at times. He had to respect Charles; he saw the best in the world.

Erik watched as his old friend stared at the water. At this point, Erik started to get worried. Surly Charles wouldn’t jump off. It wasn’t in his character. Still…

He sighed when Charles climbed back onto the bridge. Erik felt relief wash over him — which confused him. He wasn’t worried about Charles. The professor could take care of himself.

“This is stupid,” Erik whispered to himself as Charles rolled away. This was stupid. He was stupid, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was glad Charles didn’t jump. He didn’t know why he felt sick to his stomach as Charles left. He didn’t know, he didn’t know…

And he didn’t want to. So Erik left those feelings on that metal bridge, and disappeared into the night.

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IM BACK

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Just a heads up, I will he no contact for a week

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Ok ok I think I need to do a poll

cherik fanfic?

duh

naw

Voting ended onMay 23

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Ok I see u

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Ok ok I think I need to do a poll

cherik fanfic?

duh

naw

Voting ended onMay 23

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Ok ok I think I need to do a poll

cherik fanfic?

duh

naw

Voting ended onMay 23

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*packing my suitcase for a 3 day trip* hm, but what if I need my terracotta warriors..

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Should I write cherik fanfic?