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stuckinapril · 2 months
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the neurologist i shadow is so funny bc she has a valley girl accent and yet she's the smartest person in the room. this woman was casually doing case consenus ab a man w frontotemporal dementia in the highest girliest voice imaginable. i want to be her i think
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electricxmayhem · 1 month
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going insane going insane
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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year
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aegon: uh, i think i got your lunch note, helaena. it says "i am very proud of you. love, aemond <3" helaena, taking it from him: oh yeah i knew something was up because mine just says "be good. for the love of the gods, please be good."
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sprucewoodmpreg · 4 months
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not to get really close to discourse-posting at 10 in the morning but it is a bit crazy to me how stressed out people on here get abt CCs coming onto tumblr and finding the community like. unpalatable or something. instead of treating fandom like a group of people just making shit that they can pass around with each other, it's turned into this weird almost-art gallery kind of situation, where 16-year-olds with bpd and unmedicated people in their 20s are responsible for showing off just how Beautiful and Wonderful our collective creations are 😭 like can we be real. there's a hermitcraft menstruation sub-fandom on here. this shit was never gonna be safe for CCs
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jacksprostate · 3 months
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It happens in Paper Street. Tyler is still gone. The building is oozing with monkeys, but on the upper floors where Tyler and I sleep, I am alone.
I am not alone.
There is two of me. I don't have a twin.
If there's two of me, then there might be two of Tyler.
Tyler would probably think killing myself to monopolize him and his clone is a step closer to bottom.
If there's not two Tylers, I have to kill him anyway.
All of this becomes clear to me in the time it takes for my clone to stare at me and shake his head and get his shit together.
I play it cool. I am so ZEN, he will not realize when I reach over to crush his windpipe.
I say, hey. This is weird.
"Yeah," he says, and my voice is way too loud coming from him. I don't like it. He needs to shut the fuck up. "Is Tyler here?"
I ask him, do you think Tyler would know why the universe broke? I ask him like he's asked me if Tyler would like to take a nice little shopping trip through the local designer stores and pay off the companies' tax breaks by giving hundreds to their check out charity.
I think Tyler would know why the universe broke, of course. He'd be the one to break it. Maybe this is another one of Tyler's little tests. This new version of me seems less certain of that fact, more like he's looking for his daddy's coattails, and now I really can't wait to punch his teeth out of his skull. He doesn't have the hole in his cheek, and I can see him watching it wink when I talk. He looks like a jealous rat.
We must both be Joe's Clenching Bowels.
I ask him, do you think we're different? Maybe there's a butterfly effect. Parallel universes. There has to be a reason he's so pathetic.
"I'm sure we are," he says, like he's telling his boss about sawing cross tips into bullets. Touching.
How'd you meet Tyler?
"On the plane. He gave me his number. Called him after my condo blew up."
I smile. I met him on a nude beach. He gave me his number. I called him after my condo blew up. Every word after nude turns my copy's face a bit ruddy, little tectonic nudges to the ring of fire.
"What were you doing on a nude beach?" he spits. "Gargling your boss's balls?"
Watching Tyler. Naked and sweaty, muscles flexing as he pulled around driftwood and pilings to sit in his own hand of perfection. I know I sound like a priest that wants to keep God for himself. I am.
"You're a fag," he says.
I think of my birthmark on my foot. I think of Tyler. I think of Marla. I think of how stupid this version of me is, to pretend he wouldn't get on his knees just for the chance of a taste of Tyler. Is that not how he got the kiss I can see on his hand? His Tyler must have had to lower his standards.
Best not to accuse others of things you're guilty of, I say. I'm willing to face any number of uncomfortable truths if it will get rid of him, I realize.
He's flustered. "No, no, it's not —" he waves his hands. "It's not like that with me and him. No."
Yes it is. It's not love as in caring, sure.
I step closer.
It's property as in ownership.
This must be why Tyler likes it. I see myself wither like a guy kicked in the balls on the first night he attends fight club.
I could be over that table every night for Tyler, I say. You would just be jealous. Just like you're jealous of Marla. Of that one pretty kid you probably pummeled into the ground too. Or did you not even have the balls for that?
Eliminate the competition. Face the truth only to drive it deeper into this jammed copy of myself. Win Tyler's affections. I have already seen the bones in my yard, I can tell, he has not.
One of us is committed. I pull my human sacrifices out of my pocket, throw them at him. One of us wants this. I get in his stupid face.
It's not you.
He swings at me, I'm fighting to the death.
"Tyler isn't here, is he?" he taunts me.
"Tyler left you."
"He doesn't want you anymore."
All things true, but maybe not once I kill you.
I am the abandoned dog, performing tricks so its owner will come home. I am myself, calling my father and telling him about graduating college, like it means fuck all to him. I am myself, pushing onto that next step on his list, anyway. Tyler's my new list, and he wants murder. I've known it. I'll face it.
He gets me in a headlock, hits me over and over, opening up that hole in my cheek. I go limp, drag him down, flip him over myself and grab his throat. I slam his head into the ground. It's soft, moldy wood, not concrete, so I have to start squeezing, instead.
Death will commence in five.
Five, four.
He's gasping, slamming his palm into my nose, breaking it over and over.
Four, three.
Three, two.
His body is shaking under mine. Seizing. He has the primordial strength of a man about to die, and I have the primordial strength of a man about to live.
Death will commence in two.
His eyes are rolling back. I can feel his throat giving in.
No more chance for breaths. It crumbles beneath my hands like the ribcage of a hummingbird.
No chances for evacuation.
Death commences.
Now.
On the upper floors of Paper Street, I am alone.
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ryllen · 5 months
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and there i was bracing for impact, when the plane is already landing
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shinene · 6 months
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Some more Sillies that belong to @venomous-qwille . Drawn on lunch break as always
misuta 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨ thats all i can say ig XD he's perfect
SUNSPOT THE MOST RELATABLE i am also the wrangler of my household of miscreants
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mikiruma · 7 months
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hi. for ppl who jumped the twitter ship. im quitting my job suddenly and missing out on what was going to be a good week of pay so if anyone wants to toss like ten bucks for an icon or something so i can eat in the meantime i would GREATLY appreciate it
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elliestoybox · 7 months
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Todays meme that nobody asked for and i put too much effort in is sponsored by @s3-b3 making a joke when we watched futas 2nd trial drama
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gideonisms · 4 months
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you know after one has not been a part of a religion for 10 years some might think "damn guess it wasn't for her! Oh well" and move on.
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riemmetric · 2 months
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Sports Night | S01E21: Ten Wickets
(I might be a little bit obsessed with the detail of Casey taking his hands out of his pockets in preparation for a hug that comes a good few seconds later. The way he just... knows.)
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yk sometimes I forget that polyamory isn't a normally and commonly accepted thing and almost ask a question regarding it to a priest and two religious sisters (nuns but not)
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Legit sitting and daydreaming about finding hidden walls and secrets in Silksong and hearing that sound again
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deus-ex-mona · 1 month
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i hope they fight (can’t read past this point)
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tastyflowers · 6 months
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I love farming i love having soil under my nails I love planting seeds I love tending the sprouts I love collecting the harvest I love having clothes covered in dirt I love carrying heavy objects around a field i love admiring the insects i love being grateful for rain I love eating the food and sharing it with the community!!!! I love it all!!!!!!!
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it's like. everything happens so much. it's all happening right now but at the same time nothing is happening whatsoever. it's a liminal space of an existence. it's slowly crushing me under the weight but when I look up there's nothing actually bearing down on me. there shouldn't be any weight. something is wrong but nothing has happened. I'm simultaneously overwhelmed and utterly bored. nothing is happening and maybe that's the everything that's happening. maybe the everything is the nothing. we aren't there yet but it's all so imminent. either everything is going to crash down or nothing is. I'm just waiting to figure out which.
#I refuse to be upset at anyone. I have so much love in my heart#but I'm going to pack formal clothes for my sister in my own bag just in case. she doesn't need to know that.#you couldn't pay me to care or to stop caring. it's cognitive dissonance#because I know this won't always affect me but it's my whole world right now#I say I don't care and I mean it but at the same time I care more than anything else#it's actually almost scary how much I relate to dark alley#not in a ''I'm in a mentally dark or dangerous place'' way but in a ''yeah I compare myself to others too much'' way#and then I try to make excuses so it can make sense to other people so they won't think the worst of me#like literally I'm trying not to think about fall but it's right around the corner and I'm. falling into it I guess#pun intended of course. I don't want to lose all my friends#I want to be one of the kids who gets invited to people's houses for lunch after church and I know I never will be#because that's the kind of thing that's only for the kids who are going someplace. not the ones who stay#I'm feeling very selfish and it's probably bc I'm tired lol this happens sometimes#I'm gonna make dinner for my family and then I'll feel better skskskskk#Lu rambles#sometimes I think I could write poetry#I feel like once my vacation is actually imminent I'll feel better I just haaate the point we're at right now#which is like. it's SOON but not THAT SOON so I feel like I can't do anything bc I'm just waiting for things to get going :/
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