Omg Ive Tried To Shift To Dps Dr A Few Times But Failed :((

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Everyone: —

Veer: (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง

Saba: *exists*

Veer: ໒( ♥ ◡ ♥ )७

you better watch out. you better watch out. you better watch out. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.

its finally falgun

the masculine urge to wear a maid dress

what others call a rebellious phase I call the sudden realization I don’t deserve to be treated like garabge

a blog: *follows me*

me, an aged monarch lounging on my fur-strewn throne, gesturing for my servant to bring me my monacle: Bring them here! Bring them here, I say. Let me look at them.

guards: *drag the unwitting blog before me*

me, peering intently at the new blog and poking them with my scepter: Is this a real person? Hmm? What have you to say for yourself? What are your fandoms? Your interests? Speak up, these old ears aren’t what they used to be.

guards, tentatively: they do seem to be a real person, sire. We found them in possession of several memes and a fandom rant.

me, subsiding back into my sumptuous furs and waving them away: most extraordinary. It has been an age since there was a real person, but just as well, the dungeons have been overflowing with those tacky pornbots. This newcomer may remain in my domain. Make them welcome. And fetch me a quill! I feel a ficlet coming on…

mentally still in march 2020 when we thought it would just be a two months holiday from school

my own private idaho is actually a movie about how so many things can change so quickly, how someone who you thought would be in your life forever could grow so distant over just a few days. the movie has SO many scenes of mike and scott being happy together in the first half and even beyond that, scenes where they just burst out into laughter or cause chaos and just spend time together; the only reason the movie is sad is because the ending casts a shadow of impermanence over the rest of the story. it’s like watching home videos of good memories from a distant past, or looking through old photographs of a time where things felt ok. the movie is actually about the overwhelming nothingness of life, there’s not really an “ending” in the real world that wraps stories up into little bows; things just keep going on and on. you just end up back on the road again. it’s just about the story of a few days where something big happens, even if it’s little in the scope of everything. but most importantly it’s a movie about gay sex.

the new counterculture needs to be anything that involves zero makeup and curation. the revolution will not be ‘content creator’-able.

there are hugs and then there are lag-jaa-gale-ki-phir-ye-haseen-raat-ho-na-ho hugs