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Poppyseed4

@snailfriend777 / snailfriend777.tumblr.com

absolutely chaotic. always confused. they/them, 18, queer as the day is long.

INTRO POST TIME

I'm Poppy!

I'm omni/ace and agender (they/them)

main fandoms atm are what we do in the shadows, my chemical romance, waterparks, fall out boy, good omens, the magnus archives, malevolent, welcome to night vale.

I am Here I am Queer I am Full of Fear.

follow my instagram acc @/our_shadows_mean_omens

EMPTY BLOGS GET BLOCKED

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People with most mainstream tastes imaginable should not open their mouth on how anti piracy they are btw. Yea no shit you can depend on legal sources to watch Marvel and listen to tswift and Maroon 5. Thank you so much for signing the petition to close that platform that was the only one i could download this 2008 romanian dungeon synth ep from

Cheryl Dunye’s directorial debut, The Watermelon Woman, was out of print between 2000 and 2018. Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace was only available to watch on a pirate channel on YouTube until last year. There is still no way to watch the X-Files spinoff, The Lone Gunmen except to own a dvd box set that has been out of print since 2005. Or to pirate it. It’s on YouTube.

Piracy is incredibly important to keep media that’s weird, or out there or just embarrassing to someone in power, alive. We need piracy and we need to stop being snitches when someone pirates stuff.

"i only wanna eat things with ingredients i can pronounce" has always been one of the funniest moral positions of all time. literally just learn how to pronounce more ingredients then? truly undefeated in its celebration of ignorance

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Four extremely heterosexual-looking men are walking around in the LGBT section of my local coffee shop/book store. Much to watch.

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One of them picked up Dykes to Watch Out For and said "Woah! Lesbians..." out loud

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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

  • I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you
  • I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you
  • I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you
  • I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase
  • I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all
  • I love you

two very good fictional relationship dynamics:

1. i would find you and love you in every universe. our love is inevitable and transcends reality as we understand it

2. this is the only universe where the dominos fell exactly right so that we could fall in love. we have something unique and we have overcome so much to get here

Goodbye. I’m sorry, and… good luck.

[ID copied from alt:

  1. A digital drawing of Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims in MAG 200, done in warm, saturated colors. The composition is set up as one main image with three smaller panels overlaid. In the main image, Jon and Martin are floating slightly off the ground, Jon more so than Martin, maybe indirectly lifting him a bit. They’re almost kissing, faces very close together as Jon’s arms wrap around Martin’s shoulders, and Martin’s hands clench around the bloody knife between them. A brilliant starburst shines behind them. The background is a large, ornate window in the Panopticon, glass panes cut in the shape of eyes and fitted together, cracking in many places. There is a sideways panorama of the Eye-domain-London landscape faintly visible in the borders of the image. In the first overlaid panel, there is a close-up of Martin’s hands on the knife, one of Jon’s resting over it. The second panel shows a close-up of the lower halves of their faces, Martin appearing to be speaking, tears streaming down his face. Jon is crying too, though we can’t see his expression. The third and last panel is a front-facing shot of Jon, one of his eyes obscured by a bright stylized-eye starburst, his face set in pained determination as one tear falls from his visible eye. Over the whole image, cassette tape designs float, curling and bending. Text at the bottom of the image reads, in all caps, “Last Words.”
  2. The same drawing, zoomed in on the center image. End ID]