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@radiobelle
It's so funny to me that all the posts I'm the your boyfriend tag are just all the posts about putting boyfriends into Situations now like, cmon Peter, let's go explore the tags- aw fuck someone took him whilst I was rummaging and now he's done/seen something he shouldn't have
hey sorry we put your boyfriend into a tin can of a submarine with a welded entrance and windows. No, not the research vessel, he is in the garbage one we sent to the Blood Ocean. He's chasing coordinates we gave him to photograph in a one-person sub with no windows. Yeah, there's something trying to get into the submarine as well.
"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic
"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident
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The “I want to see my little boy~” “Here he comes!” vine but it’s Sinclair when he’s lost Delta so he just kinda looks around and then cups his mouth like
“I wanna see my cuddlebug~!”
and then he hears quick incoming big stompy stomp stomping and just
“here he comes!”
It’s finally happened.
After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.
“I like your shoelaces.”
Oh. Oh no.
I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”
The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”
Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.
Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.
Trap, oil painting by Konstantin Korobov
okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.
It was one thing being bombarded by porn bots following me, but now they've started messaging me. I am concern.
Guys GUYS
BIG NEWS
You’ll never believe what I shelved last night at the library!!!
I couldn’t believe we had this! It’s not even that big of a library but one of the librarians must really know their stuff!!!
I can't get over how Rosies and Lancers give the Little Sister that they retrieve a small like, assuring or freshening-up sort of gesture.
It's so cute and endearing on their part. Its precious. Such a small detail, but sticks out to me.
Then there's the Rumbler:
Two extra boops. It's like he's making sure she looks presentable and comfortable on her first day of school when they're just heading off to drain blood from corpses. I love this game and I love these dads so much-
Thanks.
