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The Loving Lobster 🦞

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♡○♡ Que difícil es customizar esto desde el celu °
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If only I could focus on one thing for longer than a few hours! alas.

take these wildly different lil guys. I need an ibuprofen

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I don’t think I’ve ever felt a stronger urge to motorboat an old man😽

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dragon-witch-deactivated2025022

... Anthony Starr is really good. He's an astoundingly creepy psycho Homelander. More and more. Makes me wanna dip him in molten lead.

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I'd like to train with you for a while. There's so much more I want to learn from you, Nanno.

Girl from Nowhere 2.05 “SOTUS”

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Hi Mr Gaiman!

What’s your opinion on people saying someone is only a real fan of something if they consumed all of the available media of that thing? (e.g. “you aren’t a real fan of sandman if you only watched the netflix series”)

I feel like more and more people do this to sort of gate keep otherwise amazing fandoms and personally i think it’s quite sad to see.

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As I posted on a more or less dead site a couple of years ago:

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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

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