Tag: companion cube

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um? of course you count? you seem too internet popular for me, not sure what you are doing here tbh. i really like your writing and i love your strong and sincere commitment to Genre. like, for real, you are so clearly a connoisseur of your literary interests and their conventions and how to disassemble and reassemble them, and it is cool as hell. though i also like how often you use that knowledge to just make six-line jokes about text message-based portal fantasies. in a similar vein i really like your critiques of ~~genre~~ novels and that you don’t ever seem to fall in to the trap of making cheap critiques of what something is trying to be over critiques of whether it succeeds at its attempt. also you have very very good lipstick and some really extraordinary dresses.

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you!! i like you so much, my companion in Lesbian Genderweird and also delight in the truly terrible gross aspects of life/embodiment/internet jokes. your tumblr icon is horrible and i hate to look upon it.

also hey i’m gonna be Brave for a sec– do you want to like, hang out sometime? i honestly feel ridiculous that we haven’t crossed paths yet bc i am so genuinely fond of you and the things you bring into my internet life! i know that right now you are a plague ball so obviously that would have to wait, but like…. i mean, to be clear, no worries if you’re not up for it! but! you’re great and cool.

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it was GREAT to meet you; i really like your hair color; you are very charming in person, excellent next step after like …. 4 or 5 years of mutualship, well done all. i’m glad to have been able to follow you thru your various blog changes and to be able to get updates on your shoe/fashion innovations as well as your important dog. thank you also for the DEEPLY harrowing story about statisticians, i have been thinking about that for days and may never know peace.

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you too, huh. traitors all.

i really admire your writing and your capacity for introspection and the way you write about yourself and your life. you have a strongly curated aesthetic, which i admire. i also appreciate your capacity to find or make humor out of very dark things– it’s relatable and makes me feel distinctly less alone in my similar instincts. i am very glad of your presence on my dash!

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yeah, fuck you too buddy.

thanks for coming with me for my Hair Transformation/encouraging me constantly/verbally beating me around the head every time i try to self-pityingly claim that i am righteously hated by someone who clearly likes me.

also, you’re a good writer and smart and people like you! ha ha, asshole.

write warrior cats fic

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unopenablebox:

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You know somehow I knew this was coming and you laugh now but wait until I write a novella concerning Firepaw’s journey of sexual discovery and liberation.

i can’t believe that you’re acting like i wouldn’t be absolutey delighted to read your warrior cats fanfiction

With the gold medallion of his collar glinting like a small sun against his chest, Firepaw sat with his lean orange body draped over the top of the fence. In the forest beyond, birds flitted through the dappled shade and disappeared among the branches, only to reappear. However, because he was a cat, Firepaw had no sense of object permanence, and so to him it seemed that birds were being obliterated each time they left his sight and that new birds were created from nothing whenever they reentered his field of view. Intrigued by this, he at length set out for the trees, where, for the rest of his short life, his hunting habits contributed to the nationwide decline of the migratory bird population, while his unchecked breeding increased the population of ThunderClan because the shitty two-legs in this neighborhood have evidently never heard of trap-neuter-release (TNR) programs.