yet another phlesbian

pop health science is so annoying bc it'll be like "did you know? eating strawberries will give you mega cancer" and you're like pfft whatever begone influencer. but sometimes then you'll see a reasonably credible article like "Study Shows Possible Link Between Strawberries and Mega Cancer" and you're not usually the type to follow that kind of thing religiously but idk maybe you should consider not eating strawberries? but then there's another article saying "Strawberry/Mega Cancer Study Debunked" and it turns out the original study had a sample size of 3 and was funded by Big Blueberry, and strawberries may have a small connection to mega cancer but only if you are genetically predisposed to mega cancer and eat 50 strawberries every day. so you return to your strawberry eating life. but whenever you eat strawberries in public someone tells you about the mega cancer.

invented a new word today. its 'plagiarism'. im a genius i know

not to be controversial but respect trans women or die by my sword

and my bow

And my axe

And my daggers

And my rapier and matchsticks.

And my kitchen knife

and my hands

And my aro beam

And my Horrors

And at least one weapon

And my cross

and my rifle.

And my SCPs

and my scythe

and my cane

AND MY GOATS

And my spear

and my sapphic pages

and my (extremely cool) greatsword

And my 12 gauge

and my gasoline fires

And my bite

And my paper cuts

And my soup

and my artillery gun

And my spatula

And MY spatula

and my

and my screws

and my uterus

and my medieval vase

and your mum

and my fires of hell

And autism.

And my sickness..god damn if hurt hurts…

And my fists

And my kettlebells!

And my anvil i drop on the x you’re standing on.

And my steel chair

and my netherite sword

and my IRL sword that I desperately need to remodel at some point

and my SHOTGUN!

And the void

AND MY IMAGINATION

And my crocs

and the car I stole from @meester-skunk

and my butterknife

and my accounting homework

and my nunchucks

wedding dresses are white specifically so that if the bride goes axe-crazy you can rest assured you will see the blood stains all over her and it'll be sick as fuck

Two animals who appreciate the Warm Lamp

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