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understandingbimbos · 10 months
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bimbo diversity pt. 1
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Consider this a disclaimer. It should go without saying that almost none, if any of these women, actually self-ID as bimbos so I feel at least somewhat conflicted posting this but consider it a means to an end. I'm only using them as physical examples and don't mean to imply anything about their intelligence or character.
Part One of, I'm not sure how many. The point of this is to present varied examples of what bimbos can be and look like. The original idea, like my others, was that I (or someone else) could come up with rules about what a bimbo's physical tells should be from examining a diverse group. But that's pointless. I've mentioned before the idea I had in my notes and its really the best way to approach this. Still, I'll continue on with examples. Expect more later today.
And here's the idea I'm referring to for the new or uninitiated:
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It's not very well elaborated on but think of it like a sort of sliding scale of bimboism. I wouldn't go as far as to say just calling yourself a bimbo is enough to meet the physical requirements to be a bimbo, that is to "appear bimbo," and neither is just wearing pink but its not necessary to "go all out" and imbue yourself with all the commonly associated bimbo traits to physical embody the role. Even makeup and wardrobe can (probably) take you a long way, just don't ask me about it! Unfortunately, I wouldn't know.
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rotruff · 16 days
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hii. your uncaring or cold f/o does in fact care quite a lot. especially in moments of weakness.
yes they care whenever you feel tired, burnt out and maybe they won't say anything. maybe it comes off like they don't care, but that would be ignoring how they find themselves taking up whatever work there might've been to do so you can rest a while longer without complaint. any 'oh you don't have to-'s get brushed off with a little 'go lay back down' or something similar. the shortness isn't because they're irritated, no, it's just because it's a little silly to them- yes, obviously they don't have to, but they're going to because they love you. maybe that's a little too sappy for them to voice, maybe they do reveal that, either way they'll find their way back to you whenever everything's set away and done. whether they're laying down with you or just sitting nearby and working on their own thing, they keep themself within arm's reach should you need anything.
yes they care whenever you're feeling sick or riding out any nasty symptoms. they'll go make any trips out for things you want or need without question, maybe making a quick promise that they'll be right back. maybe it's a little silly to think you're going to keel over in the handful of minutes they're at the store for, but they just don't want you to feel like you're suffering alone. they might not be feeling out whatever it is you are, but they still want to keep you company through it. maybe they hover just a little, if only just to monitor your symptoms, but rest assured they really don't mind doing whatever it is that makes you feel better. if you want a specific food or drink they'll be running through the rain if they have to to get it to you. if you wanna shower or take a bath but don't have the energy to set it all up or to really take care of yourself they're meticulous with it, setting out whatever they can remember you liking and what might help you feel better and keeping any touches gentle and delicate. if you just wanna lay down and have them nearby, they're happy to just stick around, so long as you can spare them the glances they're sneaking at you every now and then while you rest, relishing in the comfort and safety of the moment.
proship / adj dni
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sphylor · 3 months
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okay hear me out hear me the fuck out here right? okay so i know we all love the idea that Cirrus and Cumulus are incredibly close and loving and stuff but what if at first they hated each other? like what if air ghouls are Extremely territorial like how some birds can be and so when Two air ghouls were summoned at the same time they both were instantly at each other's throats quite literally. they had to be kept apart for a while so that they didnt end up killing each other. it didnt help that Zephyr's scent was still all over the abbey and now there were two air ghouls trying to claim the space. a few weeks after they had been summoned they both seemed to calm down a little and had to slowly be introduced to one another. and while they were wary of each other for a bit longer they soon grew closer once they realised how much they could bond over being air ghoulettes. now they are inseparable and they laugh and joke about how they acted when they were first summoned while the other's just stare at them like "you two almost killed eachother...!?"
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stillbreathing-aer · 24 days
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aphs denial about how laurance feels about her is crazy, obviously she knows that he's in love with her but her trying to deny the fact that she's the reason why he's falling further away from the silly guy we know and love is crazy
i get it but it's sad
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egg-on-a-legg · 1 year
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dont make me tap the sign [sign that reads no one in 2001 a space odyssey was a villain everyone was acting under flawed information, assumption, and/or orders and this was a tragedy that could have easily been avoided had it not been tied up in bureaucratic red tape]
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adudelolwriting · 4 months
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The Chosen One knew this was a nightmare. Chosen has been here before -- stuck on Alan’s PC with a shackle around Chosen’s ankle. Chosen felt Chosen’s body being summoned, and Chosen showed up on some random website. The Cursor sat there, taunting Chosen as He read the page. Pop-up after pop-up, Chosen was forced to destroy them.
Chosen knows the course of this story. Chosen will find an ad about freeing enslaved stick figures, and bring it up, only for the chance of freedom to be burned in Chosen’s face. Chosen knows that Chosen would look up to Him, seeing his face taunting Chosen. Knowing that Chosen would never be free.
Until The Chosen One does it. Chosen escapes. The Cursor creates The Dark Lord, and they fight, and they escape. A happy ending for them.
It’s supposed to be, anyway.
But no, this was a nightmare.
Chosen hisses as a firebolt hits Chosen’s shoulder. The Cursor grabs Chosen, throwing Chosen halfway across the screen, crashing into the wall as Chosen tumbled down. Chosen’s breath was labored as Chosen shot up into the air, barely dodging another fireball. Flying through the air, all of Chosen’s momentum is suddenly stopped as the Cursor grabs Chosen. The Dark Lord flies at Chosen, grabbing Chosen and beating them into the ground.
Chosen lets out a choked gasp, doing Chosen’s best to fight off Lord as her hands wrap around Chosen’s neck. Chosen felt an animalistic urge rise up -- to fight, to survive. Chosen punched Lord in the face, watching as the face Chosen loves stares at Chosen, killing Chosen with no remorse.
Chosen launched into the air, Lord still tightly holding onto Chosen’s neck. Chosen’s lasers beamed directly into her face, but nothing was making Lord let go. Chosen’s vision was darkening, and Chosen’s brain knew Chosen was going to die. Chosen was going to die.
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go, Chosen thought as the pair started into a spiraling free-fall. Chosen’s hands reached up to Lord’s, desperately trying to get her hands off. Chosen kicked, though Chosen’s strength was dropping.
Chosen’s vision was darkening quickly. Chosen was going to die, executed for the crime of being created.
It went black.
……….
Chosen jolted upwards with a gaspy breath, Chosen’s hands wrapping around Chosen’s neck, protecting it. Taking short, rapid breaths, Chosen gets up out of bed. Chosen looks to the other side of the bed, seeing it was empty. Chosen sighs, getting up and trying to calm Chosen’s breath.
Chosen opens the bedroom door, silently walking into the hallway. Lord is sitting by herself in the living room with a dim lamp on, just staring at his hands.
“Hey,” Chosen walked over, nudging Lord with Chosen’s elbow. Lord looked up from her hands, tears in her eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
“I almost attacked you again,” Lord mumbled, his eyes dropping back to his hands. “I didn’t -- I didn’t even realize.”
“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do it. You stopped yourself.” Chosen wrapped an arm around Lord’s waist, leaning Chosen’s head on her shoulder. “I’m okay, see? I’m here with you.”
“I didn’t even realize, Chosen. I -- I could’ve killed you, and I wouldn’t have even noticed.”
“Hey, look at me,” Chosen turned to fully face Lord, grabbing her hands in Chosen’s own. “The important thing is you didn’t. You stopped yourself. You’re fighting your very own code. You’re the Dark Lord. Some stupid Cursor’s code is gonna beat you.”
“What if I can’t beat it? What if one day, I actually do it and--”
“Hey, no what ifs. Have some trust in both of us. I’m not going to let you kill me, yeah?” Chosen smiled faintly, “besides, I’ve beat you once before, I can do it again.”
Lord groans. “Oh, shut up. It was one time, I was just created!”
Chosen chuckled slightly. “Still. We’ll be okay. We’ll get through this.”
Lord rests her head on Chosen. “Sorry, I just…”
“I know, I know. I love you, m’lord.”
Lord burst into laughter. “Oh, fuck off! I told you not to call me that!”
The two laughed, cuddling on the shitty couch together. After they calmed down, Lord whispered, “I love you too, dork.”
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boxwinebaddie · 3 months
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do u think we can hear a little bit of the kyle cant say i love u ask?
ugh, yes </3
so...fair warning, idk what this is. also...
why is it written in present tense? idk. anyways!
i started ~writing~ something ( bad ) that i was going to maybe slap to the end of the ask, which is not proofread or finished, but basically context is that it's the #ravesey divorce fight, the climax of it...
...where stan starts packing a bag and for one of the first times in his pleated, completed, type-a, show no mercy, no nonsense, new jersey slaughterhouse life, kyle broflovski...is paralyzed with fear.
because kyle who always has his shit together is completely losing it.
everything.
his everything.
his stan.
again.
and he's ripped at the seams, dissolving right before our very eyes: his perfect auburn tresses which usually cascade and glide effortlessly down his lithe shoulders, are fucked up, frizzy and falling all over his face which is pale, creased and gaunt...like he's seen a ghost.
his pupils are blown to high heaven and shot to all hell. dilated like two green distress signals. once fierce now frightened, floundering.
his special stan glasses are crooked and fogging up from how hard and uneven his breathing is with the chain nearly suffocating him from how rough and imprecise his startled, frenzied movements are.
he's shaking his head in horror, in shock, in grief, in utter disbelief. really, his whole fucking body is shaking like an addict going through withdrawals, but this is a million times worse than watching someone flush a pack of cigarettes down the toilet. it stings. it burns. it lingers.
in a way that stan won't.
but kyle needs him to, needs him to stay, needs him close, needs him forever, so he's talking fast, way, way, way too fast, like if he can say enough other words, i love you will seem far less grand and lustrous...
but they're not.
whilist time passes achingly slow. and kyle's given hundreds of speeches, debates and lectures, but words fail him, his lips quiver, his mouth opens and closes helplessly and that booming voice is barely a whisper when he finally musters up the dis-courage to mumur;
"...b-baby? baby! where—where are you going?! w-where are YO—“
kyle darts forward and reaches for his boyfriend before he turns into a memory again, not sure where he was aiming. to please, to squeeze, to stroke his tear-slicked cheek, maybe? to dust the tips of the his trembling, unworthy fingers cross that little spot of sun just beneath his right eye. the gentle curve of his jaw, far less violent than his, or—or even just on the side of his arm where love is written in spanish. amor. like tracing the letters onto his skin would be good enough.
but it never was.
he never was.
and as proof of his inadequacy, stan sails to the left and ducks right under kyle's arm, which collides with the quilted down of their couch.
…their couch.
how long would their couch be their couch? kyle thought that their couch would always be their couch! kyle thought that—
"out."
it was a single syllable, uttered in the same bratty voice harnessed by misbehaved teenage boys everywhere, but it was different coming from stan, whose mouth was not made to start fights or draw blood. it was a horrible, harsh sound, wrought with an undercurrent of sadness.
it was then that the realization dawns on him.
stan wasn't angry with him.
stan was disappointed in him.
which was far, far worse.
kyle wants to look strong, look stable, look sturdy, so stan would look at him — god, he would do anything for stan to just look at him! and stop packing that stupid fucking bag, that dumb black jansport backpack they'd bought back to school shopping because...his stan was going back to school. and kyle was so...so proud of him.
but gerald never was, gerald was loud, so kyle was loud, so when he should have congratulated stan for doing something difficult, he criticized him for not doing something easy! like the dishes and told stan he'd stitched his name into the bag...just in case he lost it.
funny how things happen.
…not funny.
not funny at all, actually!
so then…why was he laughing?
why the Fuck was he laug—
"out? Out? O-OUTSIDE?! stan, you—ya can't be serious?! you're in a little t-shirt and—and shorts, you'll freeze to death! you'll—“
kyle clings to the thin fabric of stan's tee-shirt, admiring the myriad of sauce stains and makeup marks that, on a normal night, kyle might be livid about, but tonight...they're lovely; they're so, so lovely.
just like the boy who made them.
the boy kyle loves.
not rockstar raven of crimson dawn.
but sweet, sensitive stanley marsh.
his stan.
his...
kyle's eyes fall absentmindedly to the tattered hem of stan's shorts, where amidst a jagged, serrated sea of angry self mutilizations past, was a new beginning...the beginning of a word, a sound, a letter...a
K.
a k...for kyle.
stan had gotten it done last anti-valentine's day, as a gift, for him, but mostly...for himself. because stan cruelly hated himself, every part of his body, but he hated that part the most. his inner thighs, the valley that stretched between them...so he'd gotten kyle's name tattooed down there, so that when he was off on tour and missed his boyfriend terribly...he was with him.
always.
so that on his very worst days, when he felt the worst about himself, he could still see his super best friend. a precious skin-deep reminder that when the dysphoria hit and he felt like shit, craved a stiff drink and the razor blade winked…that when he felt falsely ugly...
...someone thought he was truly beautiful.
and he was.
he was really...and truly beautiful.
everyday. every second. even now. especially now. and god, what kyle wouldn't do to place his lips in that spot right there, anywhere, everywhere! because kyle couldn't say i love you and they weren't married, no, not in the traditional sense, but even so, kyle went to temple, a place of sacred worship & recited his vows every night.
every stroke, every sigh, every stretch of blessed skin.
i love you.
i love you.
i love—
"because you're so worried about me, right, kyle?"
stan sneers, holding his name like a knife between teeth.
"—because you love me, right?"
he spit and twist it.
it was twisted. and kyle feels those spiteful syllables split him open like shrapnel. he gasps like stan had shot him, grasping the hem of his shirt so hard that it hurt, like a little kid clinging to his mother's skirt.
so scared she would leave.
so scared she would go, begging
don't go.
please don't go.
please, please, please don't g—
"NO! i—i do! stan, i do!”
kyle tries to argue but nearly breaks his neck nodding, with his shrill voice weak and watery and wanting.
“baby—BABY! i do, i DO! i really do! i—I LO—“
but the words wouldn't come.
kyle was banging on the wall, iron clad and impenetrable, he fought and shouted, kicked and screamed and still...nothing would come.
he couldn't say it. he couldn't FUCKING say it!
why...why?
Why?
WHY?!
he had never wanted to cry before but he could feel it in the back of his throat. he wants to come out. the little boy he'd trapped back there. but he couldn't be that big again, that small...that pathetic. so he bites down HARD. harder than he'd even bitten before and thrashes his cheek with his teeth, the taste of blood filling his mouth.
and for a moment...he feels dizzy...
because the blood tastes like metal.
like stan.
just like sta—
"save it, mi sabelotodo."
stan sniffs and lifts his head up slowly. his damp bangs are stuck to his forehead, the tips just barely kissed with bleach, mere whispers of the boy they wanted him, those beautiful dark roots growing with him into the man he wanted to be. whose wonderful face was flushed with frustration, whose kind, bright blue eyes were...
god, all kyle had wanted was for stan to look at him. but it gores him; it guts him. it carves him; it cuts him.
it was wrong. it was all wrong!
he took it back. he took it all back!
take me back, baby.
he wants to plead, while his lip shakes and bleeds.
stanley, PLEASE take me ba—
then, in one foul swoop, the boy with the bag shrugs his shoulders and kyle's hand crumples back down onto the couch. broken. lifeless.
"—save it for someone you actually love."
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themisstresstm · 23 days
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Gotta love when your feed is bombarded with a fandom you are not in but desperately want to be a part of
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luvring · 9 months
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i totally get being annoyed/frustrated w x reader writers not adding read mores or tagging properly but hating on them Just Because they write x reader is craazyyy to me like what is inherently wrong w that. u can say u think a lot is written poorly but that has nothing to do w the basic act of writing x reader fics
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helenawa-art · 6 months
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In the end of the day I guess it's okay that I won't be able to live off my art maybe it's better that I can keep the only thing that has always made me happy for myself free from the terrible world of jobs and consumerism and jumping on trends but on the same page yk.. is kinda sad! Is whatever
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yamineftis · 1 year
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One thing that is really breaking my heart in this season is how stupid and incompetent they’ve made all the mandalorians, like, are we supposed to root for these guys? Who live in Jurassic Park and claim their children are the most important thing to them, but just stay put and watch them get snatched by giant birds instead of idk, trying to hunt them? Couldn’t they like, have asked Din when he returned the first time this season to help them track the birds with his ship cuz apparently they took the space bus to this planet?
Couldn’t they like, be portrayed as the most fearsome warriors in the galaxy who are in the verge of extinction cuz they’re so dangerous the empire/renmants sends hoards of soldiers to kill them whenever they learn of a new covert? How did these fumbling fools manage to survive this long? lmao why
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wibble-wobbegong · 2 years
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mike giving el his watch that matches with will vs hopper giving will sarah’s bracelet
notice how mike takes that watch back to stay connected to will but el gets to keep sarah’s bracelet. something something about how mike letting el keep that watch would’ve implied that how he felt for will was the same way he felt for el and he didn’t want will to think that but hopper lets el keep sarah’s bracelet because he does feel the same way for her that he felt for sarah
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chryzure · 26 days
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whew, people get heated over their fav booktok book.
#memorie.txt#once you’ve read more you’re more willing to admit that you love a kinda poorly written book#by god i love jackaby. the writing style is a solid 3/5 and the plot stuff is cheesy as hell.#you get a better frame of reference for ‘this book requires an award’ style of good#and a ‘god this is so my dumb little niche that scratches all those weird little itches nobody else has’ style of good#one of my fav series is the ghost and the goth!! is it good?? i don’t know if i’d go that far!!#is it fun and does it make me think of trysi / chryzure stuff??? yes :)#i’m beginning to wonder abt ppl rabid abt their fav books. anyway this one person was losing their shit over ppl liking apollo#and aurora and i’m an aurora shooter but i digress#they were foaming at the mouth and im like Well. its a little not that serious .#he is letters on a page. and also mostly irrelevant to the story as a whole so im kinda confused as to why ppl feel so strongly abt him#it’s funny because most of my complaints stem from an outside pov#where i critique the worldbuilding / plot work / character writing and its inconsistencies#whereas ppl assume im encouraging villainy irl. it is quite seriously more that the villainy is unmotivated#or otherwise poorly done. i love to hate a good villain if the proper legwork is put into it#because i like observing how others work their craft!!!#but my irritation with stephanie is that she doesn’t work her craft well. it’s shoddy craftsmanship full of retcons or#convenience required for plot that otherwise hold no reasoning in the story#and i can admit that i find the series unsatisfying because it’s marketed as a romance (the romance had little chemistry that could be#understood by anyone that’s not straight. straight romances are always laziest because it’s the ‘norm’ so that equates to chem)#and also it was marketed as having plot when rlly the ‘plot’ was trying to put these characters in weird chemistry-less situations together#so yeah i’ll complain abt the villains being jealous shallow archetypes when it could’ve had depth.#i’ll complain abt a lot. but in the end it’s a silly basic ya romance series that isn’t anything unique#most unique stories will not be found on booktok. i’m sorry#i can show you the beautiful world of horror novels though!#or weird lil 80s fantasy novels that are actually quite long that my dad likes showing me#truly no romance novel will be better than the darkangel trilogy though.. that is what stephanie wanted to write.#but that’s lightning in a bottle ithink.#okay anyway. good night. i worked a long day and i have appts in the morning
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cryptidjeepers · 2 months
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I need season 3 of good omens to come out so i can stop reading the dumbest theories ever written. What do you mean crowley slipped something into aziraphales mouth when they kissed. When would anyone write that into a show. Thats so gross
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dryemiddi · 11 months
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Do you ever just have those moments where you're sitting there, minding your own business before out of nowhere you get war flashbacks to the most embarassing things you've ever done or made in your life and you can feel your ego whither away before your eyes
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ei-mugi · 3 months
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im not a even a fan of the "hellaverse" but i have seen helluva boss and with all the twitter uproar over the hazbin ep4 leaks i went and found a reaction video of the full ep on yt so i could see how bad it really was and. jesus christ. theres certainly analysis of the visuals that could be had regarding the original criticisms but for me the episode was more like... 1. angel dust is the exact same character as fizzarolli 2. hellaverse is never going to break away from writing its characters like a whump fic is it and 3. this is an absolutely horrible portrayal of sex workers. vivienne pleaseeeee get your head out of the yaoi bin and remind yourself of like. women and misogyny. and stop writing all your sex worker/sexually abused (notice how that is grouped together) characters in the same way. sex workers arent all victims who need to be saved from their jobs
#sorry i just already had a ton of thoughts on how poorly i thought fizzarolli was written#half for the writers riding too much on whump standards and thus ignoring the glaring fundamental issues in his life#and then blaming all of his problems on being cutely insecure#but also in the like. misogyny. i get it we fandomers like yaoi but please. HOW could you look at those 2 women villains#in s2e7 and decide that was okay. that was egregious#ive just been thinking about this shit way too much and i kind of want to dump a proper analysis of it but also. sigh.#do i REALLY want to be blogging about hazbin and helluva#then again i also feel the need to say stuff because im willing to bet that anyone on YT whos making hellaverse analysis#isnt familiar with whump and like. as someone who enjoys whump i think it should be required reading for understanding how narratives like#fizzarollis are constructed#because there are very obvious tropes and character archetypes being taken directly from whump-style stuff and it is NOT good in this mediu#as much as i enjoy a bit of catharsis you cant just carry over the same stuff from it and expect your audience to suspend their disbelief i#the same way. because once you start thinking about the actual politics and personal implications of it...#well. you end up with a poorly written show with poorly written characters that inadvertently end up being misogynistic#sigh. if someone wants me to i can share my thoughts on this#i dont entirely hate the hellaverse im more ambivalent on it i guess. i did like some parts of it but as a whole its not my thing#i am someone who enjoys thinking about this stuff and doing some casual textual analysis though#so i cant help thinking about this stuff when watching or reading anything
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