yo, do you guys ever think about just how reflective that the events of the DreamSMP were of reality?? hear me out here:
• Wilbur sets off something innovative and quite literally revolutionary. In the end, he isn't quite as noble as he seems. the worst parts of him seep through the cracks and his image shatters, cutting himself and everyone around him.
• Tubbo eventually refuses to play the pawn, splitting off to purse the things he is truly passionate about
• Technoblade—always leagues ahead of everyone else, clearly on another level (oh gosh, i'm tearing up here)
• Dream's identity confuses everyone—is he good? is he bad? who is he? Has an alarming obsession with Tommy, and a sever case of main character syndrome
• Tommy—the main character in the end. slowly loosing the flamboyance and fire that once characterized him. always drawing the short straw. always left to pick up the broken pieces.
My favorite comments from Dream's "I'm sorry... but not to tommyinnit" vid:
ctommy is a pigeon. We took them out of the wild, and domesticated them. Trained them to be our messengers, used them to fight our wars. And when we didn't need them anymore, what did we do? We left them, abandoned them. Now we look at them with annoyance and anger, treat them as pests as an object of blame for our problems. They didn't want to change. They've only adapted because we made them.
Wow I haven’t posted in a minute lol. Anyway Technoblade fanart in 2025?? Yes.
They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames
Took a photo and edited it multiple times, what kind of vibes or theme, maybe even scenarios go with each individual photo?
Gender Dysphoria
Its not like you don't like the way you look, it not that you can't change who you are. It's the fact that you hate yourself, it's the fact that every fucking moment you hate the look of your chest, too flat or big
You hate the look of your hair, to feminine, to masculine. You hate the shape of your body, the way your eyes are tired and the way you are perceived,
You hate the Dysphoria it gives you to be called a boy or a girl. You cringe every fucking time someone calls you she, or he. You hate yourself, so fucking much and it hurts. It hurts so much to sit and cry in my bathroom floor, my parents asking what's wrong, everyone asking what happens to the little girl or boy that I used to know.
And then you give them the answer, the answer that you dread, the answer that lingers in the back of your mind, the answer that they force you to hear.
And sometimes it feels good to hear the words that you hate,
But other times it's just as painful then when you say it in your head.
always thinking about cc!techno’s corny graphic t shirts and his taped together glasses
"Why can't the freaks on AO3 just go and make a site for all the gross stuff and leave AO3 alone."
Because AO3 is that site. Because AO3 was that site long before you decided AO3 was better than the sites you bullied us off of before, and I can promise you if someone somehow comes up with a fanfic site you like better specifically for the 'gross stuff' you'll try to bully us off that too so you can benefit from it.
AO3's specific core purpose is to preserve fanfiction, yes, but it was also instigated as a host site for the fanfiction that kept getting yeeted off other platforms like Wattpad. Its designed to preserve all fanfiction, not just the fanfiction you, personally, think is 'allowed' to be written.
AO3 is the site for all the gross stuff the freaks make. We've been there just as long as you. We've been funding it just as long as you have. AO3 has specifically said you have a place here. The timeline was literally:
Wattpad/FF.net/LiveJournal purge fanfics > AO3 is born > The people who's fics got purged moved over to AO3 > AO3 gains popularity as the best functioning site > The people who pushed for the fics to be purged off Wattpad move to AO3 > The same people try to push for AO3 to purge fics.
AO3's source coding is open-access. You go make a polished, strict, rigid site where nothing 'icky' is allowed. You go make a site where you can control what is hosted. We already have our space.
Gifts for the king
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