Its Time.

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*sees a same sex couple*

so which one of you is the fullmetal alchemist and which one of you is the *slightly different voice* fullmetal alchemist

pls give me 1(one) reason aces have ever been oppressed, and 1(one) example of aces being a part of lgbt history(before 2004 at least) and then maybe i’ll consider the idea that aces belong in the lgbt community lol

gay shit ive done that i thought was 100% straight before i realized: a biography

tried to explain to my straight friends that girls are just objectively more attractive than guys. like objectively.

and being convinced that they were lying to me when they disagreed and said they were attracted to men

didn’t understand why breakups were such a big deal. “if he doesn’t give you enough attention just leave him.” “well at least now you have more time for yourself!” “well you still have me :)”

avoided watching lingerie or swimsuit commercials and had my eyes glued to the floor in locker rooms because obviously i’m not gay. like look at how not gay i am

“yeah sometimes i want people to look at me and wonder wtf i am”

got happy chemicals when people thought i was with my female friend

thought that bi girls and lesbians were the coolest fuckin people ever

female characters who didn’t want a relationship with a man and had their own independent storylines were my favorites

stopped watching shows if the characters randomly got paired up in het relationships

got super excited “for no reason” whenever i read a book with gay rep

“i want to look goth and lethal and have a sword but i also want to be a fairy and look like the embodiment of a claire’s store”

“i wish i was a boy because girls are so pretty and i don’t want to have to be with a boy”

never wanted to get married or have kids

felt super uncomfortable whenever a man would show any interest in me

“obviously ⏳ is more attractive than🚪”

but all sizes and shapes of girls are cute

sweaters, flannels, boots and beanies are not seasonal, they are year-long clothing items for all weather. even if it’s 108 degrees and humid

handpicked boys to have a crush on

“these are the men i’m attracted to” (insert queer-coded fictional character with feminine characteristics)

“who do you have a crush on?” “no one” “aw are you embarrassed to tell us?” 😐

any man who has ever been nice to me i must have a crush on now. that’s the rules.

i think i like him but i have to convince myself really hard that i do and the second he reciprocates fondness i no longer like him. i’m probably just picky

“he’s sweet, he’s funny, his face is symmetrical, and he’s smart but not in a show-off way… why don’t i like him?”

“look at all these other girls being boy-crazy. SOO GLAD i’m not like that :P”

other gays/queer people feel free to add on (although this is primarily for sapphics (and aspecs))

10 things to do if you feel like binging

1. Listen to music

2. Paint your nails.

3. Do at least 1 homework assignment

4. Go outside and get some air

5. Text/FaceTime a friend

6. Go on tumblr(my favorite😛)

7. Take a shower or bath

8. Play with a pet

9. Do your makeup

10. Do a chore like dishes, or laundry

10 low cal foods to eat

1. Popcorn (50 calories per cup)

2. cucumbers (16 calories in a cup)

3. Rice cakes (30 calories per cake)

4. Lettuce(5 calories per cup!!!)

5. Pickles(16 calories per cup)

6. Carrots( 45 calories per cup)

7.broth (16-ish calories per cup)

8. Watermelon(46 calories per cup)

9.Egg whites(16 calories per egg-also high in protein)

10. Plain non fat yogurt(137 calories per cup)

10 things to do after you binge

1. Take a deep breath, it’s okay

2. Drink at least one cup of water

3. Go on a walk

4. Try and write down what foods made you binge so it won’t happen again

5. Clean up any messes you made

6. Take a shower

7. Write down a plan on how not to binge next time

8. Do something productive

9. Purging isn’t worth it

10. Try again tomorrow❤️

Analyses & Info Masterpost

Dear Everyone, I have at last made a masterpost of my analyses. I have a nasty feeling that I missed quite a lot of posts in this list, but this is the best I can do for now. This post shall be updated every once in a while.

Please click here for the masterpost of masterposts.

【Latest update: 15/03/2020】

Character Analyses

Character analysis - Characterising Sebastian

Deep analysis Ciel and Sebas’ bond - Toxic master-servant relationship

Sebastian’s gender? Demon sociology

Strongest character vs Muscle brain? - Sebastian’s intellect and prowess

Sebastian’s full potential? Energy theory

Despicable Vincent Phantomhive

“Why is Vincent in the Akuma 6?”

Scientific proof of Vincent’s height - 160.8cm

Least favourite character - Maurice Cole

Sebas’ old habits and past as mass destruction weapon

Sebastian shooting himself in the foot - He can never lie

“I noticed that Sebas had grown soft towards O!Ciel, do you think he will stay to serve O!Ciel at the end?” - That Master, Starfish

“What do you think of Sascha?” - Sascha’s suicidal past

“How much has Snake grown since working for O!Ciel?”

“Is Snake one of the main three, and what is his true name?”

“Is Sascha AMAB?”

Manga Content Analyses

Undertaker’s data on Sebastian’s powers

Sebastian’s PTSD

“Can reapers teleport?”

“Do you think we will get UT’s and Grell’s backstories?”

O!Ciel’s emotions through the Blue Cult Arc

【tw】Was Beast raped by Sebastian? - Consent vs Informed consent

【tw】Were the twins raped?

Rin’s character development in the flashbacks & Me hating the anime a lot

Sebastian shooting himself in the foot - He can never lie 

“What do you think will happen to R!Ciel?”

“How do you think Sebastian managed to manipulate his Cinematic Record?” - Analysis of Story analysis device and Sebastian’s indifference

“For someone who can’t bear to lose another Phantomhive…” - Analysis Undertaker’s actions

“How much does Frances know about the supernatural?” - Kuro 151

“Why did the zombies not attack Sebas, and can Bizarre Dolls be made from any creature?”

Japanese Language Analyses

“How sad it would be should laughter disappear” - Undertaker

“You have a fair hand for it” - Undertaker’s condescension

Lost in Translation & That Actor, Influential II - Verbal trails

Undertaker’s first person pronoun - shousei

Frances’ and Undertaker’s language - Familiarity?

Tanaka’s line about “master Ciel…” - 2CT

Rin’s gender pronoun in Japanese? - Null-subject language

Meyrin’s broken Japanese (English)

Introduction of Frances Midford

Kuro 140′s Oopsie Rectified

“I wonder if I should be angry that so many humans survived” - Undertaker’s mistranslated line

“Isn’t time almost up for you guys?”/”Has the reaper’s era no come to an end?” - Undertaker’s mistranslated line

Musical Analyses

That Butler, Skin Crawling - Cinematic record

That Butler, Punchable  - Tone analysis

Lost in Translation & That Actor, Influential II - Verbal trails

【tw】That Demon, Seducer - Superiour skills in manipulating Beast

In the Shadows of the Spotlights - Kuromyu 2015

Comparative analyses of the two Kuromyu Snakes

“How does  a scythe kill a reaper?” - Using the destructive power of a plothole

“Favourite Ciel actor?” - Performance analysis

Official Info & Japanese Fandom

“Has O!Ciel’s name been revealed yet?”

“Is Sebaciel Canon” - Don’t worry, there is plenty proof it isn’t

“Is UT being the twins’ grandfather a popular theory in the JP fandom?”

“What does the Japanese fandom’s main theories and what do they think of the end?” (bottom of post)

“Are reapers popular in the Japanese fandom?”

“Charles is not popular” - Yes he is…

“Sebaciel in the Japanese fandom?”

“Yana’s opinion on the anime?”

The Anime…

Book of EVERYTHING! and Anticlimactic UT Revelation

Rin’s character development in the flashbacks & Me hating the anime a lot

“Would you support a faithful anime adaptation of the beginning of Kuro?”

“The anime doesn’t do the manga justice”

“Kuro II foreshadowing the manga with the Eiffel Tower?” - No

“Yana’s opinion on the anime?”

I see the player you mean.

PLAYERNAME?

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

What did this player dream?

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

It cannot read that thought.

No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

It reads our thoughts.

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

And yet they play the game.

But it would be so easy to tell them...

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

I will not tell the player how to live.

The player is growing restless.

I will tell the player a story.

But not the truth.

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

Give it a body, again.

Yes. Player...

Use its name.

PLAYERNAME. Player of games.

Good.

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a player.

The player was you, PLAYERNAME.

Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.

Let's go back.

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.

And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

Let's go further back.

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...

Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".

Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".

Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

You are the player, reading words...

Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive

You. You. You are alive.

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

and the universe said I love you

and the universe said you have played the game well

and the universe said everything you need is within you

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

and the universe said you are not alone

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

Percy Jackson + Harry Potter + Hunger Games + Divergent------> Hamilton + Dear Evan Hansen + Heather's + Be More Chill ------> My Chemical Romance + Twenty One Pilots + Panic! At the Disco + Fall Out Boy------> The Magnus Archives + Welcome To Night Vale + The Adventure Zone + The Penumbra Podcast.

An incredibly specific pipeline that I feel like tumblr would enjoy.

“Ferb I know what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna try to bring mom back”