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lilbit-of-kizzy · 1 year

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Disney didn't take best animated, a foreign film got best song, Avatar beat out Wakanda, and Brendan Fraser got an Oscar, let's effing go

#and everything everywhere all at once swept!#i never saw it lol #guess i need to #i wanna see all quiet on the western front #it swept everything else lol #i was watching the last of us like a civilized person btw #jamie lee curtis won too!!!

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st-dionysus · 8 months

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We've had strap ons since at least 400 BC, and people still have the nerve to go on gay hook up apps and ask "how can an FTM be a top?"

#Not that you even need a strap to top #But that's a another whole conversation it self #Vent #I guess?

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skellydun · 7 months

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I don't think I'm meant to be employed. It really cuts into my goofy silly haha time. and it makes it nearly impossible to have any wow life is beautiful let me take it in time.

#guess what our employee appreciation gift was. a chair. 100+ dollars on a camping chair for each HQ employee? why not just...#i was just like gee. glad u appreciate me. u ever heard of how companies can shower u with free swag but it doesnt distract from the #horrible culture???#like yes dont give us that 100 dollars but give me an ugly chair with our company logo that i had to lug up a hill.#im just tired of this aspect of HR i think. need me some new scenery

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femonologue · 2 months

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Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.

I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.

A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.

"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.

She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"

"What's a tulip?" I ask.

"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."

"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.

I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.

"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.

I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.

It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"

I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.

"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."

I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."

We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.

I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.

By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.

Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.

When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.

After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.

I never see grunge girl again.

That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.

#I have no idea what to tag this. if you need me to tag it as something just tell me I guess

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choodraws · 1 year

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taking care of it

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#idk if this needs any tw but #blood #i guess

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newttxt · 1 month

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crisis of disbelief

#one piece #trafalgar law #zoro #luffy #‘what ship is this’ sure #lulaw? luzo? law…zo? or is it zolaw. none of these sound like words anymore #well i guess bc they aren’t. they aren’t real words #‘law and zoro never really saw gear 5’ yeah. law saw his giant head in the roof and zoro was basically dead #they felt That tho #and finally #‘i thought you were taking a much needed rest break after weekly comics’#yeah well. i need a new brush bc my old one kills my wrist and there is a STEEP learning curve for me ://#it’ll get easier right. it’ll look better right. RIGHT?!

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krysmcscience · 17 days

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Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

#fanart #comics #cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl yellow cat #this is my headcanon and i'm sticking to it #the lamb is a goofy stabby-babby goober and narinder is just a grumpy asshole who constantly velcroes onto them for hella snuggles #look - if you've been trapped in the afterlife void for over a thousand years - you are GONNA want a fuckton of snuggles #that's just science #the scribble comic i did with narinder and the yellow cat can technically work as part four i guess #only instead of the lamb Going Gremlin at the attempt to steal their other followers' devotion #they just comin' at him for Rad Cuddles OuO #someday i will draw these two with the proper height difference i imagine them having #today is not that day #today is also not the day i pin down exactly how long i want narinder's tail to be #(but i want it to be Very Long - just because)#there are inconsistencies here and there and probably some mistakes but i have been working on these for a week and i am So Tired guys #EDIT: haha yeah i forgot to color in narinder's fukken ears again #fuk :)#EDIT 2: i fixed it but it's probably too late at this point lmao #EDIT 3: THE LAMB'S FUKKEN HORNS JFC #i am not editing this thing anymore cuz i need sleep and the mistakes are already out there *dies of artist mortification*

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wotchernewt · 2 months

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cool new life series! very serious very dramatic!

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somerandomdudelmao · 2 months

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Part 2 :>

Ward just got a shapeshifter roommate ehehehehehhfjfjg~

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#marble sky #marble sky comic #Ward #Sculptor #the blurry voice Sculptor was talking with #i guess haha #Ward stop staring and ask their name I need to put it in the tags goddamn #Holly #their name is Holly haha

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bacchuschucklefuck · 27 days

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truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr

#dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #adaine abernant #figueroth faeth #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #việt phục #tbh the thing Im the proudest of in these sets is the skirt hike+áo tấc flap combo. and of course that went to riz lol #will use that again for other things later down the line. for now we play dressup. come play dressup game with me #some of these couldve done with more cookin time maybe... I feel like. for example adaine's gorgug's and fabian's silhouettes are #a bit too similar for my taste #esp. adaine and gorgug. fabian I feel like I just need to make his waist more apparent #and I really like what Ive got with adaine rn... just gotta rethink gorgug #lmao. the dilemma with using áo tấc is it's generally a rectangle #this never stops me however. if I like a guy enough I Will give them a set #it's not about them it's about me. its for me babeyy #also I love the way scabbards are worn in wuxia. like its just dangling back there #guess the amount of fabrics those characters have on mostly immobilize it. just a real good cushion

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 8 months

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going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point