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Sorry no consistent theme here we're blogging minute to minute second to second even. The situation is dynamic

Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes

my final heated rivalry thought of the night is i do genuinely think it exists in this weird space of requiring you to both be a hockey fan and not know anything about hockey. schrodinger's hockey fan. you need to know about hockey because half the stakes aren't really explained to you at all. see: hockey culture/homophobia. see: the montreal-boston rivalry's unique significance. etc. but you also need to not know anything about hockey because if you do then you look at the long game and go: montreal would not do that. ottawa would also not do that. also why are the 1oa and 2oa going to world juniors twice. why is no one throwing hands at ilya for being that close to their injured captain on the ice.

Happy Pride to page burners, the My Dream Was Dead In My Arms quoters, genderfluid beadmakers, king's fools, warriors who find "strange kinship" with big burly gay men, fashion forward Jamaillians, dudes whose babies look like their best friend, blue and silver earring wearers, The Witted, royal bastards of all sorts, The Ones Born To Fulfill the Prophecy, tall pale freaks who live to touch wood, fools and idiots, men named Tom who rock heavy w their chickens, the wolfpilled, color-changing tricksters with sick back pieces, axe-wielding poets, Very Fetching Women, and golden men who hold wolves on a chain connected to their heart. This one's for you guys 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.

they should invent a job that doesn't affect your schedule or energy level that you don't have to go to if you don't want but you still get paid

hi yeah i know ive been on this medication for 8 years but i need-- yeah. yeah 3 more months please. I'll call you in 3 months to beg for 3 more months, thanks. Bye. Love you.

when a moot changes their pfp i feel like a baby whose dad shaved his beard

“Do it afraid” I do everything that way! I’d like to do it normal for once thanks!

I need a blowjob but I don’t have a penis or a strap on and I’m not taking off my pants so you’re just gonna have to figure it out

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

i literally don’t understand how people do it

can someone remove my curse

hello is anyone there

i need to swim in a clear cold stream and then lie down on a big warm rock in the sun to dry this is non-negotiable

in a way john watson is a fantasy (what if you had this brilliant enigmatic friend and what if he liked you in particular and what if he offered you the excitement of youth and adventures and a way out of boring society life and all without having to actually give up your status as a gentleman so you could have the best of both worlds) and in a way sherlock holmes is a fantasy (what if someone never got tired of you despite your various strange habits and mood swings and instead of simply tolerating you they genuinely liked you and what if you didn’t have to live alone forever and what if you never had to give up doing the things you love) and of course there’s the most fantastical part of it all (what if you could afford london housing prices)