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This year we're rebloging only one eurovision post
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Being gay fucking sucks sometimes man
You’ve talked in the past about patreon’s anti-horny policies, and how they impact creator’s income streams, and so I thought maybe this could be of interest to you/others in that situation. Someone is trying to put together a collective legal action against Mastercard. https://x.com/pom_poison/status/1768753517651546540?s=46&t=366EMtqp8Vh2MIY7oWvoKw Please also feel free to ignore me! But it seemed neat.
PS I love your book, thank you for the excellent words!
Thank you so much! And thank you for bringing this to my attention.
Ideal Gravity Falls reboot for me would be if they just released a movie, takes place ten+ years in the future, Dipper and Mabel are adults now going back to gf for the summer and you know there’s a lot of like serious tonal shifts from the original work in that it actually plays a bit more in the horror and drama space that Disney might not have let it originally and one of those dramatic notes could be that when they get to the shack the grunkles aren’t there to greet them and no one really mentions it but they’re talking about stan in the past tense and maybe Dipper gets really defensive every time he’s brought up and this goes on for two hours and we’ve reached the climax and at the last moment it’s revealed that stan and ford aren’t dead or anything they just got pulled over for speeding and Stan got arrested for punching a cop
There was a dark haired woman in one of the buildings. Her hair was really pretty, and she was singing to her infant child (I couldn’t make out the lyrics. They were muffled like she was singing into an old radio). Osborne’s eyes grew blurry and wet when he heard it. I remember he sat at the pier the rest of that afternoon with one of the olde codgers that would sit and smoke. And a little girl with braids named Greta ran along the pier. She had a checkered dress of blue and white and her braids were completely perfect. She was laughing when she’d run along too.
I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.