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Théoden Memes
Some of these are old as hell but I love Théoden and every "WHERE WAS GONDOR..." meme I've ever seen. Our fandom has the finest minds of any fandom and it's not even close.
I love Bernard Hill and hate to see the shit he's going thru because he said Amazon Rings of Power was a money grab. He's right, of course. A money grab and a vanity project for Bozo Bezos.
Love Bernard Hill, always.
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gravityroom · 6 months
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undead-cypress · 2 months
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I’m back with Covid and shitposts
If a bear I fought gave me top surgery I'd also never wear a shirt again tbh
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wu-does-art · 2 months
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coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther
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HEY FELLOW WALTEN FILERS
HOW ARE WE ALL FEELING???????
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nonetoon · 2 months
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Becoming deeply invested in my Sim that is a bear with an office job 🐻 🖊️ 💻
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androgynealienfemme · 10 months
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"We go from store to store, trying to things on and inspecting them. I give my opinions on dresses and shoes, blouses and lipstick colors. Sometimes I say things that make the other women look at me, agape, as though my mouth has been possessed by that flighty queen from Queer Eye even while the rest of my body still looks like any other big dumb boy's. I say that I like a skirt but I wish it were bias-cut instead of A-line, or that I am not fond of the fashion for surplice tops, or that the post-WWII idiom in shoes this season is amusing but rarely looks good on actual feet, or that I like the look of a bolero jacket. I know the names of colors, heliotrope and coral and Nile blue, and I can say without hesitation whether a lipstick might look better matte with a bit of powder.
These other women look at me with wonder, their boyfriends and husbands having made a fetish out of refusing to learn such words under any circumstances, as though merely pronouncing the word "periwinkle" or "princess seam" could easily turn a strong man gay as a box of birds. They say to her, "That's your husband?" in voices that loiter between admiring and disgusted, as though they know that there's no force on earth that could make their men or boys take such interest in their clothing and they think they might really prefer that to the spectacle of me, filling an armchair, legs crossed ankle over knee, looking just right until I say "tea length."
The point is that she wants other girls to see what it looks like to have a boy so cracy in love with you, as I am, that he will spend an afternoon talking about capri pants to have a boy so delighted by you that he never calls you by your name, but addresses you always as "beautiful girl," or "my love" or occasionally and with great fondness, "boss." To have a boy who will happily fetch your next-size-down and carry your bags and charm the salesclerks at the register without flirting overmuch and just generally try to make himself as useful as possible, all for the dizzy and undying pleasure of making you happy. And even though I am not a boy, I look like one, and so I can be complicit with her in this kind of wonderful afternoon, part indulgence of her great beauty and style, part guerilla feminist activism.
Later, when we walk through the mall or down the sidewalk, me laden with packages that are clearly hers, I watch the eyes of the people we pass: the women who look at me with a certain longing, wishing they had their own boys to carry the bags. The men who look at her with an unmistakable hunger, wishing that they had the honor of schlepping for a girl like her, and then look at me with a certain edge of disbelief, not quite clear about why I get to squire this marvelous example of femininity around when they are clearly wealthier, more handsome, better hung. I have learned to meet all of these gazes with a calm kind of sweetness. There's no point in defensiveness or sheepishness or challenge. I'm the one holding her bags."
"Being a Shopping Switch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
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cherih3 · 15 days
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restart...?
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jollycryptid · 5 months
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silly gay animals napping :)
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viveela · 2 months
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They finally went when it was actually open
Bonus:
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rockabully · 15 days
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biblically accurate francis mosses
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pleuro · 24 days
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Working on sets for Bite the Hand (That Ruins You)
Shell by @silentpinessave
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gravityroom · 6 months
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nocturnixx · 9 months
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my favorite part of re4 so far is watching ashley just calmly walk around all the traps i keep getting caught in
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pixlokita · 5 months
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This AU is old as heck but deserves a redraw :> anyway puppy wolf CC because ye 🐺✨
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milamilamilax · 15 days
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i just know that if any of my colleagues looked at each other at work the way sydney and carmy look at each other, they would be the water cooler gossip and victims of all workplace banter for MONTHS i mean -
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are you for real??
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at WORK???
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HR VIOLATION.
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