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There is something about the idea of sharing a health bar - sharing pain - that I can't stop thinking about. Because obviously, there's the big things that they share, like deaths, or near death experiences, or attacks, but there's also the mundane, mild occurences of pain too.

Grian can feel the strike of an axe that hits Scar way too hard, but he can also feel the way Scar's muscles ache when he overexerts himself.

Bdubs can feel it when a skeleton gets a lucky shot past Impulse's shield, but he can also feel the thrum of Impulse's headache when the others keep blowing those horns.

Cleo can feel the fire eating away at Martyn when he abandons her for the Nether, but she can also feel it when he accidentally stubs his toe when stepping out of the portal.

Ren can feel the burn of poison through BigB's veins, but he can also feel the sparks that bite his skin when he stokes the flames in the furnace.

Scott can feel it when Pearl is sharply headbutted by a charging hoglin, but he can also feel the dig of her nails when she hugs herself, muted by her sleeves.

Joel can feel himself choking when Etho starts drowning, but he can also feel the gentle hunger pangs when Etho forgets to eat, even though Joel himself had just eaten.

Jimmy can feel the flash of heat from a creeper explosion when Tango dies and takes him with him, but he can also feel the sharp pecks at Tango's hand when he goes to feed the chickens.

They know when their other is exhausted, because they can feel the sting in their eyes. They know when their other is building, because they can feel the pinch of splinters. They know when their other is sewing, because they can feel the prick of the needle along their fingertips.

Even if they aren't physically with their soulmate, they are never alone, because they can feel their presence through their day-to-day activities. Some are more present than others, clumsy as they are, but none can ever truly be ignored. It's to be expected - the whole concept of soulmates is that they are intrinsically tied, after all - but they really are two halves of one whole.

They don't just share their lives, they share a life, and their skin, and their bones, and their breaths, and their hearts, even if they deny it. They know their soulmate deeper than anything else, they know without words how they are on a physical level and can care for them without asking, because their pain is shared.

And that is beautiful, and fascinating, and surreal, and terrifying.

I’ll never understand why Disney is so focused on live-action remakes when they literally own the rights to the Muppets. I would take a Muppet remake of a Disney Animation classic over a live-action remake all day every day.

You can’t tell me Muppets Fantasia wouldn’t be the greatest crossover event of our lifetimes. Muppets Black Cauldron would SLAP.

Live as you can and don't fuck around. AbigailLarson

every time I think about last life cleo and bigb I go NUTS. it's about the betrayal! it's about the agony and regret! it's about the tragedy of being torn apart by a supernatural power! it's about the human mistakes and the ability to make choices! it's about the revenge! its about the way they ended up destined to only kill each other! it's about the river! like GOD when I talk about emergent storytelling and how much I love that in mcyt rp this is what I mean!!!!

@theminecraftbee hey dude, so i read this little thing of yours and i got SO Plagued By Images i did this :D

Idk man it’s so easy to get bogged down in all the bullshit online but when my then-6 year old cousin found out I was trans he said “ok” then corrected my grandma when she misgendered me. I was once the third between a gay man and a lesbian. Two lesbians once invited me back to their place when I presented as a man. I met an AMAB nb butch who looked strikingly to outsiders like a cis man and it was one of the more sapphic experiences I’ve had. I nervously wore a boydyke shirt to pride and got 3 different cis-looking femme folks tell me they loved my shirt. I once told a trans group at a protest that any pronouns were fine for me and one person said “wow, I’m impressed and intimidated by people like that. I don’t know that I could be that chill with pronouns.” I once told a GNC friend I wished I could wear a type of “opposite” gender clothing after I had already transitioned and so it would be associated with my AGAB and he said “You could just do it.” I’ve had cishet men fight cops for me before. The first time I had a doctor ask me if my name was different than what was on my forms I had to try not to cry. Last week, a phone call with a doctor’s office where I am generally cis passing asked unprompted if my name listed is what I want to be called. It touched me then too. I told a lesbian friend once I felt like my attraction to men AND women both felt gay. She said “makes sense.” And we moved on. I go by different pronouns in different circles. I’ve had gay women love my facial hair. I’ve had gay men like my tits. It’s all out there, I promise. It can be hard to find it but I promise there is community like you and community who likes you. And it’s more messy and beautiful than tumblr discourse makes it out to be.

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