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phantomemes: startersΒ  /Β  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,Β  between you and these bonesΒ .Β  feel free to change pronounsΒ  /Β  tenses as necessary . β€˜Β  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  how i soften when you pull me against youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are teaching me to loveΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you perhaps will become my swan songΒ  ’ β€˜Β  it is a very human thing to loveΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are my good daysΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i have been loved dearlyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i promise you will not always be this warΒ  ’ β€˜Β  thank god for the stubbornness of organsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there will always be another dayΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there will always be another mercyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  perhaps i will take up dancing againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  what a pretty little disaster you will beΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i am terrified for youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i will fold inside of myselfΒ  ’ β€˜Β  today i am thankfulΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wakeΒ  ’ β€˜Β  come and get meΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i tell myself i do not need youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i think i broke again last nightΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i’m just trying to connect with youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  burn the house down in search of yourselfΒ  ’ β€˜Β  don’t you dare ever stop lookingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i struggle not to feel guiltyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are a wildΒ  ,Β  unkempt thingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  find that you are made of russian nesting dollsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  the trees are always kindest with spring comesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  teach yourself the hymns againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lipsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  this life is an altarΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i am sorry i do not have more timeΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is a mountain in meΒ  ’ β€˜Β  by the morning i am a triumphΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throatΒ  ’ β€˜Β  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come acrossΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are many things that will fit beneath your skinΒ  ’ β€˜Β  forgiveness does not take up much roomΒ  ’ β€˜Β  some days you will breathe and it will be enoughΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you do not have to hold it quite so tightlyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is a prayer in meΒ  ,Β  stillΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you scare me a littleΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you can be a good thing and not a whole thingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are flowers in my chest againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  the rain comes and sounds like youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i cannot tell you why i still trust godΒ  ’ β€˜Β  find peace and build a home out of itΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is never an endΒ  ’ : phantomemes: startersΒ  /Β  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,Β  between you and these bonesΒ .Β  feel free to change pronounsΒ  /Β  tenses as necessary . β€˜Β  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  how i soften when you pull me against youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are teaching me to loveΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you perhaps will become my swan songΒ  ’ β€˜Β  it is a very human thing to loveΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are my good daysΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i have been loved dearlyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i promise you will not always be this warΒ  ’ β€˜Β  thank god for the stubbornness of organsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there will always be another dayΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there will always be another mercyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  perhaps i will take up dancing againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  what a pretty little disaster you will beΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i am terrified for youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i will fold inside of myselfΒ  ’ β€˜Β  today i am thankfulΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wakeΒ  ’ β€˜Β  come and get meΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i tell myself i do not need youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i think i broke again last nightΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i’m just trying to connect with youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  burn the house down in search of yourselfΒ  ’ β€˜Β  don’t you dare ever stop lookingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i struggle not to feel guiltyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you are a wildΒ  ,Β  unkempt thingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  find that you are made of russian nesting dollsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  the trees are always kindest with spring comesΒ  ’ β€˜Β  teach yourself the hymns againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lipsΒ  ’ β€˜Β  this life is an altarΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i am sorry i do not have more timeΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is a mountain in meΒ  ’ β€˜Β  by the morning i am a triumphΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throatΒ  ’ β€˜Β  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come acrossΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are many things that will fit beneath your skinΒ  ’ β€˜Β  forgiveness does not take up much roomΒ  ’ β€˜Β  some days you will breathe and it will be enoughΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you do not have to hold it quite so tightlyΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is a prayer in meΒ  ,Β  stillΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you scare me a littleΒ  ’ β€˜Β  you can be a good thing and not a whole thingΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there are flowers in my chest againΒ  ’ β€˜Β  the rain comes and sounds like youΒ  ’ β€˜Β  i cannot tell you why i still trust godΒ  ’ β€˜Β  find peace and build a home out of itΒ  ’ β€˜Β  there is never an endΒ  ’

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trashmouthbi: SUMMER 1989 - Β© 2006 1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fireΒ  //Β  winter fire15. eddie, my love flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthethingΒ | album idea from hereΒ , my own version inspired by this.Β both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ ) check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated! : trashmouthbi: SUMMER 1989 - Β© 2006 1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fireΒ  //Β  winter fire15. eddie, my love flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthethingΒ | album idea from hereΒ , my own version inspired by this.Β both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ ) check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated!

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cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) β€œwe didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. β€œwhat do we do now?” β€œkill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. β€œwe can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. β€œwe can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” β€œi know.” x β€œdaddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, β€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. β€œdaddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. β€œdon’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x β€œfather,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, β€œwhy am I here?” β€œyour mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. β€œwe found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. β€œalright,” she says. x β€œwhy am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. β€œwe didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. β€œwe didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. β€œit’s alright,” she says. β€œi do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. β€œi don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, β€œnow i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. β€œwe shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. β€œwhy not?” the mermaid asks. β€œhe’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. β€œare you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. β€œdon’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, β€œit was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. β€œlet me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. β€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x β€œyou know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. β€œi know,” she says, β€œi can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. β€œwe love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. β€œi love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. β€œguard the ship,” the captain says. β€œyou always have but you know they’re lost without you.” β€œwithout you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. β€œwhat will we do?” β€œi don’t know,” the captain says. β€œbut you’ll help them, won’t you?” β€œof course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. β€œi will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. β€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. β€œis that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. β€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. β€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.” β€œand now?” β€œthey were right,” the new captain says. β€œhow did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. β€œthey didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER : cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) β€œwe didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. β€œwhat do we do now?” β€œkill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. β€œwe can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. β€œwe can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” β€œi know.” x β€œdaddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, β€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. β€œdaddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. β€œdon’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x β€œfather,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, β€œwhy am I here?” β€œyour mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. β€œwe found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. β€œalright,” she says. x β€œwhy am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. β€œwe didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. β€œwe didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. β€œit’s alright,” she says. β€œi do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. β€œi don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, β€œnow i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. β€œwe shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. β€œwhy not?” the mermaid asks. β€œhe’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. β€œare you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. β€œdon’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, β€œit was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. β€œlet me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. β€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x β€œyou know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. β€œi know,” she says, β€œi can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. β€œwe love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. β€œi love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. β€œguard the ship,” the captain says. β€œyou always have but you know they’re lost without you.” β€œwithout you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. β€œwhat will we do?” β€œi don’t know,” the captain says. β€œbut you’ll help them, won’t you?” β€œof course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. β€œi will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. β€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. β€œis that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. β€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. β€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.” β€œand now?” β€œthey were right,” the new captain says. β€œhow did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. β€œthey didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

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bscully: sneepysnape: roseverdict: 3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat: The look on her face when she realizes Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the β€œsomething funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety. Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them? Man: Sounds fantastic. Woman: Oh, is it? Man: Yeah. Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods? Man: Sounds great. Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements? Man: No. Woman: What men do you know with periods? Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use β€˜em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!) At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript. It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms: bscully: sneepysnape: roseverdict: 3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat: The look on her face when she realizes Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the β€œsomething funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety. Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them? Man: Sounds fantastic. Woman: Oh, is it? Man: Yeah. Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods? Man: Sounds great. Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements? Man: No. Woman: What men do you know with periods? Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use β€˜em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!) At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript. It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms
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awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w : awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

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awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w : awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

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awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w : awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media:Β Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

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