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Ateez specific kpop blog: @cyborgjongho
Any other kpop blog: @yenah-on-top
New ! Gravity falls and sonic/cartoon blog: @onewaydreamers
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occasionally subtle
Mike Driver

Origami Around
Keni
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Three Goblin Art
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Not today Justin

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Jules of Nature
art blog(derogatory)

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trying on a metaphor

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Blog masterlist:
Main blog: you are here ! @acrobaticcatfeline
Ateez specific kpop blog: @cyborgjongho
Any other kpop blog: @yenah-on-top
New ! Gravity falls and sonic/cartoon blog: @onewaydreamers
Thank you all I hope you have a good night !!!

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writers, instead of asking ai for help, you can always use your childhood trauma and repressed issues to help you with that fic
“Bisexuals don’t belong in the LGBT community” ohhh ok I guess the B stands for ‘bitch’ and that’s where you fit in, gotcha
I was explaining bi and trans erasure/phobia in the gay community to my mum and she was outraged and burst out “WHAT DO THEY THINK IT STANDS FOR? LESBIANS, GAYS, BICYCLES AND TRICYCLES?!” and I don’t think I’ll forget that until my dying day.
The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"
On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."
Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

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Thats the context for this meme???
I feel like I've been robbed the whole time. This is magical.
I'm dying
My hope for whoever is reading this is that your life starts making sense and coming together. I hope the good days are right around the corner for you.
I NEED to write fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction
why do men have this eternal fear of being used for money they don’t have lol

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Silly Me
My memory isn’t very good anymore; when I was a kid, this was my worst fear. I had multiple journals over the years and due to an intense and paralyzing fear of Forgetting Everything, I compulsively wrote as much as I could down. Through my tweens and teens, I recorded snippets of everything. Everything from film logs to transaction logs to prayer and calorie logs (dark times). They filled the pages of notebook after notebook that I obsessively collected, swearing each new one was my last.
Adult Me is less… well, that way, and that is because a collection of Happenings happened to me all at once within a short time frame and fizzled out the last of what I considered the normal wirings of my brain. Trauma is strange. I am a coward because I love to hide behind that word. I’m traumatized, but that doesn’t mean you get to know why. How dare you, Reader, want to know anything about the person you’re reading this from? You get to know I’m traumatized and maybe that there’s an explanation for why I am the way I am, but you don’t get to know the why.
Truth is though, I really don’t quite know why either. I am 25 and still don’t really get it, why I am this way. I have a green plastic frog nightlight (gifted to me from a dear friend) with a broken on and off switch that I can’t sleep at my apartment without. Sometimes, as the night hours drag on and I stare at the little plastic glow, I find my mind drifting. Not thinking. Remembering. But never quite.
Things come in little flashes. Bursts of emotion. Panic. Remembering. Something happened, and it may happen again. I’m brave, but not brave enough to handle that. So, I gaze at the green light and my mind tries to remember—why I don’t need to be so scared.
But I can’t remember, all of the time anyhow. My dratted memory. I am told these are emotional flashbacks. I’m going back to those moments, those Happenings. And I do remember something happened. I was scared. I remember why I felt afraid, yet cannot allow myself to make the connection with formality, say it out loud, confess it like a sin to a friend. Confess that I am scared because Something Happened Once. And it could happen again. Probably not, but maybe, and my god, that is enough to drive me insane.
Instead, it’s better to not remember. To stare at the green and smother the panic and the Remembering. When you forget, there is nothing to confess. Forget and then there is nothing to forgive.
I remember, I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid. Then Things Happened. Can’t really Remember, not quite. And then, suddenly, I was New Me. And I wasn’t a writer anymore.
Silly memory. Silly me.
Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
The funniest part of A New Hope is that Luke Skywalker is a 19 year old who has not locked in yet and plays with toys and sleeps in his childhood bedroom at his aunt and uncle’s house and Leia Organa is a 19 year old with a mission to save the galaxy from fascism. Luke has never left his hometown, Leia just watched her planet be blown up. He’s peeved his uncle is asking him to do his chores, she’s imprisoned for resisting the government. You relate to them both but they’re on complete opposite sides of the 19 year old life stage spectrum.
i love the use of "im back in the fucking building again" referring to special interest relapse

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it's you
They fell hard and fast in 2009🥺❤️
GLaDOS voice: "Would you like to see some artwork I generated? I've heard from other test subjects that AI-generated artwork produces an uncanny valley response in human viewers because they can't perceive it as fully real. They've told me that it looks absolutely hideous to them, that they can't imagine anything more disgusting than AI art. But, well I've been practicing and wanted your honest opinion. Feel free to let me know how ugly you find this by ranking it on a scale from 'vomit-inducing' to 'eye-bleeding'." A robotic arm lowers from the ceiling holding a hand mirror up to Chell's face