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Ok but can we just acknowledge the fact that Douxie has literally been alive through an unimaginable amount of world history. Like this guy was surviving and thriving before the creation of America? Through both world wars? Honestly the potential for time travel fics where like.. someone goes back in time and BOOM it's Douxie at a fucking disco club in '74. I mean come ON. I'm genuinely considering making some "Douxie through the decades" type fanart just cus i think it would look neat. Like my guy lived through the RENAISSANCE. the fucking bubonic plague. Like imagine you were friends with an incredibly powerful wizard trained by Merlin Ambrosius himself who's been around longer than your whole bloodline and he's just some fucking lanky ass blue haired emo fag guitarist who looks like he probably smokes weed and sleeps on people's couches. Insane.

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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

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legitimate fucking lifehack: discord server literally just for yourself to keep track of stuff over devices. links. reminders and checklists. all neatly divided into categories. search function and dates. why didnt i do this earlier oh my god.

normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to not objectify them

and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Tom Sawyer but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men