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philippslahm · 1 month
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my most extreme kink is feeling wanted. not like sexually or anything but kinda just as a person
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philippslahm · 1 month
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my favorite thing about the mystery genre is that we all accept the concept of "world famous detective" without hesitation even though that is absolutely not a real category of celebrity
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philippslahm · 4 months
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i think i’m one of the first ppl who cried in the new year
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philippslahm · 4 months
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finking forts
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philippslahm · 5 months
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NCART METRO SYSTEM Cyberpunk 2077 — Update 2.1
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philippslahm · 6 months
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this is absolutely random but does anyone else feel like a bit iffy about halsins approval more specifically like the way he starts at neutral approval even though we did so much for him and it should at least start at medium like we helped him out big time 🥲 (if you ofc did his quest and stuff)
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philippslahm · 8 months
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Character Demo ✩ Lyney: Secret Inside the Hat
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philippslahm · 9 months
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The last time I was genuinely happy was in the summer of 2021.
My grandad called me and told me to come outside so he could buy me some ice cream. We stood there discussing what I was planning to do in Odesa, and he joked about our grandmother being a hard woman to live with, but we loved her nonetheless. Five days later, I would lose him. Six months later, the full-scale invasion would start. Nothing would ever be the same again.
That could've been you in Bucha, you know that? they didn’t choose who to kill, they killed everyone on their path? Your luck, then, that you were born in the western part of the country. The only thing you lost are your childhood memories of Crimea, Melitopol, and Zatoka, not your home. But the war continues: your flat could still become the final destination of a hypersonic missile. Don't forget it. Hopefully, you won't hear the siren that night and will die in your sleep. Hopefully, they will find the remains. Hopefully, it will be the entire family, so you won't suffer without each other. Because at the end of the day, your death would mean nothing but pain for your loved ones. The world will keep on spinning; missile parts will be sent to Russia. People will still pity the Russians, but they won't pity you or your family.
Suddenly, you realize that you no longer believe in what you believed before. Do you believe in something good? Well, your small, naive inner child is still alive then. Barely. What? You thought those institutions were meant to maintain peace? That's funny. Probably, that peace is more needed in expensive restaurants hundreds of kilometers away from the frontline.
I genuinely don't know why I'm writing this post again. Is it to be seen by the same 10 people? I know they feel the same. We just sit here together, slowly going mad, hoping someone will finally react. Maybe someone who reblogs your fandom post will find some sympathy. But sympathy is not what I need; I want to be heard.
Fuck you watched "Don't Look Up" with an ironic smile on your lips. And now, you are the main character.
All of you here preach about giving voice to the oppressed, but are you really doing it? The moment you become uncomfortable, it suddenly becomes not your business - "keep ___ out of politics." God, I would've loved that. I would've loved to not know anything. Not to know the names of military equipment. Not to understand that your life can literally depend on the presidential election in a completely different country.
I'm so tired of fighting for my right to be heard. I'm so tired of having to prove my right to live, to speak my own language. "Your country doesn't exist," "Your language is artificial; speak human (Russian)." Don't be too emotional. Don't hate Russians. Don't wish them anything bad. Don't open your mouth. Don't call out organizations. Just shut the fuck up or die.
No one will care if the biggest country in Europe disappears. No one will care if millions die. If your culture will finally be dealt with, if Russia will finally succeed in doing so. A thousand years of history can burn down in just one night. No one will bat an eye.
The world will keep on spinning.
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philippslahm · 9 months
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i enjoy the phrase creature comforts because i am a creature and i want to be comfortable
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philippslahm · 9 months
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Dragon Age has a lot of funny moments but this one really takes the cake I think
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philippslahm · 9 months
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I love characters who act selfishly to protect the people they love. Absolutely will 1000% hit that trope like a line of coke. I have no moral qualms about this.
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philippslahm · 9 months
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Dan Heng • Imbibitor Lunae ☆ A Dragon Gallant, Its Ocean Distant
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philippslahm · 9 months
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Finding a song you love is like discovering a secret code to your own emotions
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philippslahm · 9 months
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If you'd like a reference for what Tumblr looked like when I joined it and then you might understand why people are saying it's copying Twitter
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philippslahm · 9 months
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and when all the girlies run to the stands to make out with their wives and girlfriends on live television then what
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philippslahm · 9 months
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idk about you guys but I’M better known for the things that i do on the mattress (sleeping late, napping, going to bed early, being cozy, never getting out of bed)
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philippslahm · 10 months
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Male writers writing female characters:
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
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