#and tumblr chooses to just... not include it.

[virovac]

You can contact them on personal websites today, since a federal holiday, and call tomorrow

From nimblermortal:

1h ago

Please look up your senators here. The Senate is not the House. If you contact the House about a Senate bill, you will not get impact. (You should have 2 senators to contact.)

As @agentofangels said in the notes:

Hello, hi, former Senate employee here Please give whatever office you are calling a home address that is in their state. I didn’t say it had to be YOUR home address, just look one up and give that as yours because otherwise your message is getting thrown in the garbage. We’re not going to look you up we’re just going to type you in our system and hit save then your call will be added to a tally of “for” and “against” Anyway have fun and be kind to the people answering the phones, it’s not their fault shits fucked and they are probably unpaid interns.

If you have a Republican senator, you may be interested in the phrasing I used below. They have demonstrated they are not interested in phrases like "humanitarian crisis". I want to be prepared to yell at them when they try to pull out of NATO for "draining US resources". It will make me feel more effective even when, as the agent said above, it's just going to get tallied as For or Against.

I am your constituent and I am writing to urge you to support S J 111, S J 112, S J 113, S J 114, S J 115, and S J 116. It is important for the US to support our allies, and also to make it clear that we will not simply bankroll any military operation they choose to embark on. We are not a military welfare state for the rest of the world to draw on. We have to guard our international reputation and our international credit, and right now Israel is merely drawing us down in the eyes of our other allies, and in our economy.

If like me you are filled with a superstitious nature, you can look up S J 111-116 here or google them. I recommend including the "S J"; when I googled just "senate bill 11x" I got several unrelated items.

I am not responsible for the numbering in this list. Tumblr, learn how to add sub-bullets, or discount indented script in the middle of a list.

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Personally I would just say "Senate Joint Resolutions 111 through 116", less of a mouthful

Senators are going to vote on whether or not we should continue to send aid to Israel on Wednesday, November 13th. Call them, bombard their phone lines with calls. Every fucking day. We have a chance of doing something about this.

While you are at it, please share @zinaanqar ‘s campaign (link here)

[rafesbabyg1rl]

The Watcher ~ Part Two

Part One

Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After you find the surprise he had left for you, you choose to believe that his threats were empty and try to turn him in. But, your plans are interrupted and you take an unexpected visit to Tannyhill.

Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!

Word Count: 3.5k

Author Note: Part Two is here!! I know this chapter is shorter than the previous, but I figured it's better to get what I had out. Also...I'm not sure if I like where this is going, so please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on the first part of this story. Especially with this being my first work I've published on tumblr, I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!!

CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!

The blinding morning light shines into your room through your curtains. You sit up and rub your eyes. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand which currently reads: 10:34 am. Those sleeping pills really worked, you think. Your parents are already at the restaurant, probably just getting over with the morning rush. 

Your eyes begin to focus, your brows furrow as your eyes land on one of the posts of your footboard. You lean forward to grab the pair of panties you had just worn yesterday which are hanging from your bedpost. You’re pretty sure you had put these in your hamper last night and wait, why are they sticky…? You wonder, you examine them and come to the realization of what it is. Immediately you toss them away, that was not from you. It was your stalker, it had to be. Of course, the first night you spend alone since four weeks ago and he already breaks in. And he does this? You think about his words, “tell anyone and I’ll come back and fuckin’ kill you”, shivers roll down your spine. 

You hadn’t even had time to realize how horny you had been when you had woken up; and now that you have you feel so wrong. But your dream…oh god your dream. You can still remember it vividly, even more so the longer you think about it; you can see the face of the man who fucked you stupid in your dream. You know who it was, who your subconscious mind let you fuck while you slept. It was your stalker. 

Without another thought, you’re in the shower scrubbing the shame and disgust from your skin—or at least attempting to. When you feel somewhat satisfied, which also happens to be when the water begins to run cold, you finally get out. Wrapping a plush towel around your freshly clean body, you lean over the bathroom sink and wipe the condensation from the mirror leaving just enough space to see yourself. Before the glass fogs back up you’re able to see a small part of what appears to be a bruise poking out from underneath the towel wrapped around your chest. You lean in closer using one hand to re-wipe the mirror and using the other to pull your towel down past your boobs. Looking back at the bruised area on your chest, you can see that the closer you look at it, the more it looks like a hickey. You just about stumble backwards at the realization. 

You’ve had enough. After you quickly toss on some clothes, you grab your keys off your dresser with a shaky hand. You rush out towards your car and get inside, pulling out of your driveway carelessly and speeding off. When you arrive at your destination, you take a few moments to rethink this plan. You have to do this. You can’t keep living with some creep sneaking in your bedroom and touching you as you sleep. You twist the keys in the ignition and pull them out, you confidently strut towards the entrance of the building. When you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket you pause, sighing as you reach back to take it out. When you read the random number, with the same Outer Banks area code as you, your brows furrow. Typically you wouldn’t answer a call from an unknown number, but something in you is telling you to answer. As you press the green button and bring your phone to your ear, you glance up at the building you were about to enter which reads, ‘Kildare County Sheriff’s Office’. 

“Hello?” You ask warily.

After a few long seconds, the person on the other side of the line answers you. “Stop.” The man’s voice sends familiar chills down your spine. 

“Excuse me?” You respond, your voice audibly shaky. “Who…who is this?”

“C’mon pup, you already forgot what I sound like? It’s already been that long?” Your eyes widen at the realization of who this voice belongs to. You’ve heard it one other time, well one time that you remember.

As your head darts around the parking lot looking for your stalker, your voice comes out in a tone that easily betrays you, revealing your fear, “No…no…what the hell do you want?”

Rafe smirks from his truck as he watches you from afar. “I want you to turn around and get back in your car, m’kay princess? And I highly suggest you do what I want.” 

“Or what? What’s stopping me from walking in? Or from yelling for help?” You take a step closer to the building’s entrance.

“Stubborn, stubborn girl…” the man chuckles, “If you don’t get back into your fucking car right now, you’re gonna really fuckin’ wish you had just listened to me. I’m gonna get what I want no matter what, baby. You’re mine.” And with that, Rafe hangs up the phone, still watching you from a distance. 

As much as you want to just run into the building and beg for help, you know that unfortunately since you’re a pogue, the cops aren’t going to believe a single word that comes from your mouth. In their minds, all pogues are liars and thieves. And since you don’t have the slightest clue on who the man you saw in your bedroom is, you figure there’s not much they’d be able to do even if they did believe you. So you reluctantly turn back to your car and get inside. The moment your door shuts you inside, your phone buzzes yet again with another call. It’s coming from the same number, but this time you don’t answer. This was your second mistake. 

Rafe’s already pissed off. You went against his rules, you didn’t listen to him, none of this will work if you don’t listen. He thought he had been threatening enough that you’d behave, but clearly you need another scare. You need to be taught that disobeying him does nothing but hurt you more. When you don’t answer the phone when you definitely know it’s him calling, this is just the cherry on top; the icing on the cake. Rafe is fuming. 

You drive out of the parking lot, breath heavy as you stay on high alert–searching for him. A truck suddenly pulls behind you, tailing right on your ass. You can’t see through the truck's front windshield due to the dark tint. You being paranoid, step on the gas and speed up a bit, well exceeding the speed limit. A few quick seconds pass by and you jump at the sound of sirens. It doesn’t take long for you to check your rearview mirror and realize that the sirens are coming from the truck behind you, which is flashing its red and blue lights. You let out a breath of relief. You’re being pulled over yet you’re relieved because it means you aren’t being trailed by your stalker. The feeling is short lived as you flick your signal on and pull off to the side of the road. You roll your window down and shut off the engine.

The officer approaches you and goes through the typical routine and you try to calm your nerves. All sound is drowned out as you get lost in your thoughts. 

“Ma’am?”, the officer repeats. “Do you know why I’ve pulled you over today?”

The sharp and unintentionally threatening voice of the deputy snaps you out of wherever the hell it was that your mind had taken you to. “Yes, sorry sir, I…I was going over the speed limit.” You submit, wanting to get this over with. You can’t help but worry what your stalker would think if he saw this, he’d probably think you’re turning him in. But, you’re not. Really this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but you can’t explain that to the cop. 

“And why is that?” He questions you ever further, his gaze staring at you intensely. You get nervous and want to look away, but you worry that might make you look guilty of something. You’ve been pulled over before, it’s not usually a big deal for you. However you’re just so goddamn nervous and need this moment to be over. You feel like you’ve done something wrong; like you’re hiding something. But you aren’t.

“I–I thought…I just got distracted sir, wasn't thinking about speed. I apologize for the inconvenience.” You catch yourself, technically you aren’t lying; you just aren’t explaining why you were distracted. The threatening words of your stalker still echo around your head. The deputy gives a small lecture as he writes up a ticket for you. Once he gets back into his truck and drives off, you rest your head back against the seat and let out the breath you’ve been holding. When you start your car back up and finally open your eyes, you look straight out across the road. You can see a tall man leaning against a truck parked across the road, staring right at you. The familiar grin on his face has you sick to your stomach. 

After making direct eye contact with him, you pull off the side of the road and do an illegal U-turn so that you’re heading in the opposite direction, leaving the man behind. You know that he’s following you, so you drive around aimlessly until you get another call from the same unknown number. You want to decline, but you’re too afraid to face the consequences that might follow. 

“What do you want?” You ask, voice full of faux confidence. The only thing you hear on the other side of the line is a heavy breath that causes your skin to become full of goosebumps. 

After you’ve had a few moments to panic, he finally speaks, “Keep driving”. His words are not said lightly. This is undoubtedly a command, not an option. 

“Keep driving to where?” You stammer with nervousness. 

“Tannyhill.” He replies strictly. 

“Tannyhill?” You question before being able to stop yourself. You can’t help the attitude that slips into your voice. When a few more moments of silence pass, you get more and more anxious for his response. “Hello…?” You ask quietly, wondering if you lost connection. Still nothing. “Hello?” You ask again with more volume. After another minute or two, you hear the phone beep; the call disconnects. 

Why the hell does he want you to go to Tannyhill? It doesn’t make any sense. But you don’t exactly have a choice. He’s following you either way and it’s not like he doesn’t know where you live…and just about everything about your life. So, it’s probably best to just play along and obey his commands. 

When you get close to the general destination, your phone rings with yet another call. You answer, already knowing who it's from. This time you don’t speak first, you wait to hear what he has to say. It takes a few moments, almost like he’s trying to wait long enough that you’ll talk. The silence starts to get unbearably awkward, but your mind is set on waiting for him to speak and Rafe doesn’t have the time to wait; having to give you directions and all. When he finally talks he doesn’t greet you. His voice breaking the silence startles you as he instructs you with the directions to get wherever it was he was forcing you to go. 

“Wait…turn left h-here?” You ask, confused at his directions. You had missed the beginning of what he said since you had to collect yourself after being frightened. 

He sighs in impatience, “No dammit, the next one. Were you not listening?” 

“I…no I-I was listening–” you stumble over your words as you turn onto the street he wanted you to. 

“Bullshit. You need to learn how to fucking listen to me, don’t you?” When you don’t respond, trying to focus on remembering the directions he gave you, it only serves to piss him off even further. “Huh?! Don’t you?!” He shouts into the phone as he follows behind you.

You whine in fear, “No..I can listen. I promise I can listen to you.” You practically beg. “J-just tell me where to go?”

Rafe directs you to his house, which you of course recognize as the Cameron’s mansion. You’ve heard about the Cameron’s, but you wouldn’t be able to point them out in a crowd or anything. Besides from the father, Ward Cameron, whom you’ve seen on the news several times. Is he a Cameron? As you park in the large driveway, you rack your brain trying to recall the name of the Cameron son. 

His truck parks behind you, blocking your car in. He quickly kills the engine and exits his vehicle. You don’t notice him walking up to you until he’s yanking your car door open and pulling you out by the arm.

“R-rafe?” You mumble insecurely. He pauses to look at you, chuckling at your words. He mutters a quick ‘smart girl’ before retightening his grip on your arm and continuing to pull you into the large mansion. You start to cry, getting overwhelmed as you imagine the many possible scenarios that may occur. “P-please,” you manage to choke out. “What do you want?”

Unlike the last time you cried to him, this time he doesn’t stop. He drags you up one level of the large, spiral staircase; pulling you into his bedroom. As soon as you see the bed, you’re already feeling it beneath your back when he shoves you down just a few seconds later. As if you hadn’t already embarrassed yourself enough, you can’t help the tears that begin to stream down your flushed cheeks at a flooding rate. 

“Wait…no, please, please!” The way you keep shouting and choking back sobs causes you to gag from how worked up you’ve gotten yourself. All the Cameron son does in response is lean back to get a full view of you as a smug grin spreads across his face. “Please, I—oh god, I’m gonna be sick…” You mumble, which is quickly followed by another gag that interrupts your constant sobs. 

Rafe snakes his hand up from your arm to your hair, wrapping his first tightly around a large section of it. He tugs on your hair to force your head to look up at him, causing a small whine to escape your lips. “Shhh…baby, shhh…” He mumbles, his ‘worried’ tone working to oppose his previous amused expression. “Calm down, alright? Calm down. Ain’t gonna do nothin’ you don’t want, m’kay pretty girl?” The way he says that last part…you’ve never heard his voice sound like that before. You didn’t even think he was capable of talking in that tone. He sounds like he might actually truly care about you. You’re relieved; maybe even a bit…comforted by the fact that he might be telling the truth about not doing anything you don’t want. Well, besides having you basically held captive in his home. 

“What…what are you gonna do?” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to catch your breath so you can calm down.

“I just wanna talk to you baby. Alright?” Rafe mumbles your name into your ear, allowing you to feel his hot breath against the side of your face. Immediately you’re taken back to the first time you had met him, in your bedroom a few weeks back. You try to push that aside and bring yourself back to the present; the memory only brings back the feelings of complete and utter fear you experienced at that time. Not that the present was any better, hell, it was worse. 

Hesitantly, you nod. He waits a few minutes to speak; waiting for you to catch your breath. Once you’re calmer, at least on the outside, he finally starts to talk. “I wanted to talk about my proposition…” He looks down at you, bringing his hand up to cautiously run through your hair. “Last time I got cut short…remember that?”

You nod. “I…I tried to warn you my parents would come home. I-I swear I didn’t tell them anything.” You say frantically, trying to prove your innocence.

“Hey, shh…it’s okay babe. I know. I know.” Rafe speaks slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. He pauses to momentarily dart his tongue out to wet his parted lips. “I know. You haven’t told…you’ve been a good girl and listened to me, hm? Haven’t you baby? Haven't you been a good girl?” 

You nod frantically. “I…I’d never turn you in…” The false seductiveness in your voice turns him off, if that’s even possible. 

He pulls back from you and sighs, “Shut up.” He runs a rough hand over his buzzed head and begins to quickly pace across his bedroom. 

“B-but you wanted to talk…” You remind him. The way his attitude was constantly shifting in great amounts had you furrowing your brows as you tried to figure him out. 

“Yeah, I do. But not to a goddamn filthy, lying whore.” He retorts, a large grin appearing on his face while he watches your beautiful features move on your face, displaying your thoughts  as you take in his words. “Just be yourself alright? I can always tell when you’re not you.” He says almost sincerely. “I want…I need you to want this. Don’t try to pull that fake crap on me ever again, yeah?” 

Immediately you nod. “I…yes-”, you stammer, instantly regretting even trying to talk in the first place. Rafe chuckles, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He stops pacing and lets out a long sigh, turning to face you again. His steps pause when he’s standing just before you. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I really need this to work, okay…? This is good, this can be good for the both of us. I can help you; we can help each other, baby.” A silent tear rolls down your cheek from the fear of what’s to come. “I know…I know I messed up, alright? I know. But, you don’t have to be scared, baby. It’s all gonna be okay.” He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Please…I just wanna go home, let me go home!” Your cries are ugly, and very, very real. The fear in your voice only worries him. Worries him that you may never get past this. But you have to. You don’t have another option. And he really, really doesn’t want to have to hurt you. That was never his intention. 

“But you are home, baby. You are home.” He mutters as his fingers brush over your cheeks, smearing your tears. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes slowly move up to meet his. This cannot be happening. Why is this happening? You think.

“No…please I…just let me go home. I won’t tell. I promise I won’t. I’ll…I’ll never tell anyone about any of this okay, I’ll never say anything about you.”

“I can’t do that, baby…you know I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I swear, I’ll never ever breathe a word of this to anyone.” You say enticingly.

Rafe sits down besides you, causing the mattress to dip and make you lean towards him. He puts an arm around you and his hand lands on the back of your head, pulling it into his chest.

He leans down to speak into your ear while his hand pets over your hair as you cry into his chest. “Because I need you baby, I need you. And I need you to let me take care of you, yeah? I know…I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. Just trust me okay…we’re gonna be so good together baby.” He tugs at your hair, gently guiding your face to look up at him. “Just listen to me and nothing will happen, I don’t wanna have to…do anything. I just need to know that you’ll listen to what I say.” Immediately you nod, going along with what he says. He tugs on your hair harder, eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. “Ah ah, I know you can talk. You’re a big girl, now fucking act like it.” He says forcefully.

“I-I’m gonna listen, I’ll listen to you, just please, please don’t hurt me.”

He smiles softly as his eyes dart across your face, unable to pick a feature to focus on, everything about you is just too damn perfect. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, not as long as you listen.” His grip loosens on your hair again. “But you’ll be begging for it soon enough.” Rafe’s whispers are enough to make your sobs start again; in which he pulls your head back into his chest. Your tears soak into his shirt as you have no choice but to cry into him.

To be continued...

Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. This part took quite a bit for me to finish, since life has been a bit busy and I haven't had much time to plan or write. I apologize for the short chapter, I'll try my best to make up for it with the next part! I never really feel done with anything and as I said before I'm not sure if I'm a fan of this part or not. So, if you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!

[fang-frenzy-fic-exchange]

Interest Check!

Hello everybody!! Putting out an initial interest check to see if folks are interested in participating in an exchange like this!

In short, Fang Frenzy would be a vampire-centric writing exchange, hosted on AO3 but with announcements provided through this Tumblr and a Dreamwidth community! All told, it would run from March 3rd to June 2nd!

More information about Fang Frenzy can be found under the cut if you're undecided!

What is this?

Fang Frenzy is a writing exchange, centered on vampires, vampire-adjacent characters, and other such bloodsuckers! All works written for this exchange must include at least 1 vampire or vampire-adjacent character!

How does it work?

Exchanges on AO3 work in six parts: Nominations, signups, matching, the writing period, the Pinch Hit period, and reveals!

During nominations, you suggest fandoms and characters to add to the exchange's tagset. The tagset is the list of all the fandoms and characters people want to write about during the exchange.

During signups, you choose fandoms and characters from the tagset that you want to write about, as well as fandoms and characters that you would like to receive a gift fic for!

When signups close, matching begins! You'll be assigned someone to write a gift fic for, and someone will be assigned to write a fic for you! Matching takes some time and happens behind the scenes so everyone's assignments stay secret.

During the writing period, you create a gift for your assignment! For this exchange, you will have 45 days to write it, with no extensions. Don't tell anyone who your assignment is!

The Pinch Hit period happens when the writing period is over, and is a short period of time before gifts become visible. If someone doesn't submit their fic by the deadline or if there are any remaining Pinch Hits, people who accept these Pinch Hits will have this week to finish them.

After the Pinch Hit period, gifts will become visible, and you'll get to read your gift! The authors of all works in the exchange will stay anonymous until the date of reveals! After which, the exchange is over!

When is it?

All phases begin at 12:00 AM and end at 11:59 PM Eastern Time (UTC -4 for the Majority of the Exchange), and take place in the year 2025. These dates assume that all Pinch Hits are fulfilled on time!

Nominations: March 3 - March 16

Signups: March 17 - March 30

Matching: March 31 - April 2

Writing: April 3 - May 18 (Works are due by the end of this phase!)

Pinch Hit Period: May 19 - May 25

Collection Opens: May 26 (World Dracula Day!)

Author Reveals: June 2nd

What if I need to drop out?

If you need to drop out, the assignment you were given to write will become a Pinch Hit. If you drop out, you are not guaranteed a gift, and your signup will not become a Pinch Hit if the person writing your gift drops out or defaults. Pinch Hits contain a participant's signup, and are posted to the Tumblr and Dreamwidth. Anyone can claim them to write them. Gifts will not become visible as long as there are Pinch Hits remaining unwritten.

What if I don't make the deadline?

Similarly to the above, if you do not post your fic by the deadline, your assignment will become a Pinch Hit, and you will not be guaranteed a gift in the event that the person writing your gift also didn't make the deadline.

Can I write for someone other than my assignment?

If they are accepting gifts through AO3 and indicate that they would be okay with "treats" in their signup, you can! If you wish to allow others who are not assigned to write your gift to create additional fics for you, you should indicate that you would like to receive treats in your signup.

A treat is just the term for an extra gift from an exchange.

What fandoms and characters can I nominate?

You can nominate any characters from any fandom! When you're writing your signup, take into account that all works must contain at least 1 vampire or vampire-adjacent character. This means that works created for fandoms that do not contain vampiric characters must be written such that they do contain vampiric characters. In short, if your fandom has no vampires, then you should write it as a Vampire AU or something of the like.

What is a "vampire-adjacent character?"

A vampire-adjacent character is one that exhibits vampiric traits, but might not be called a vampire by name, or may have traits that differentiate them from classic vampires. Examples include the Bloodsuckers from Darkest Dungeon, Flutterbat from My Little Pony, and Vladats from Ben 10.

Whether or not a character fits into this category is decided by me, (FangFrenzyMod) on a case-by-case basis. If you have any questions about this, feel free to reach out through any of the contact methods available. (Email (fangfrenzymod@gmail.com), Tumblr, Dreamwidth)

How much should I write?

There's no word maximum, but the work you write should be at least 500 words.

What can I write?

You can write anything, as long as it fulfills your assignment's signup and contains at least 1 vampire or vampire-adjacent character. In order to fulfill your assignment's signup, your work must belong to at least 1 of their requested fandoms and contain at least 1 of their requested characters, and your work must not include anything your assignment specifically indicated that they did not want to receive. These specifications will be indicated in your assignment's "DNW" within their signup, which stands for "Do Not Write" or "Do Not Want". If your assignment does not include a DNW, then you are free to write anything as long as it fills the other criteria.

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[glitch-but-ya]

UNPOPULAR LADS OPINION AHEAD!!

Does anyone else think that infold should be a bit more inclusive regarding MC’s personality? Cuz let’s be honest— at this point, MC is a separate character herself. And that seems fine… until you factor in the fact that MC is literally supposed to be us, the player. And I find it quite bothersome that the only time infold is inclusive is during text messages. Whilst playing memories, I noticed that the very few dialogue options we get are not even that diverse. Furthermore, the options we get during actions (ex: in Sylus’s boxing tournament memory, we get the option to choose between offering our ring finger or offering our thumb) is not only rare af but also doesn’t really change anything.

No matter what you choose, MC will elicit the same responses from the men and she will bear her own personality.

Look, I absolutely adore the other inclusive features such as character and voice customisation, but I believe that this it what they should focus on making inclusive. After all, most players play the game to feel like they’re living as the main character. Isn’t that the point of the game? To be a little delusional and escape from reality?

I understand that writing and programming various outcomes takes alot of time, effort and money. But the little inclusivity in personality we have right now should change little by little.

I also understand that many people may not have a problem with this. Some may have no problem as they share a personality with MC, others may not care because they have no issue with MC being her own character. Alot of people don’t imagine themselves there in the first place. And that’s completely fine!

But I’m sure I’m not the only one who has troubles with this issue. The only way I can feel included is by scrolling through tumblr. And I end up skipping so many memories because MC makes me feel way too much of a third wheel LOL.

I might be dumb, and I might be in the minority of people that think this way. So I’d love to hear your thoughts! What do you think?

Please keep in mind that I’m not hating on the company or anyone who enjoys MC or the game as how it is😭😭 I just want to share my thoughts and opinions.

[petite-ursus]

Last night all four of my animals were in bed with me. It used to be more common for all four of them to come in, and every night I sleep with some of my animals., but there was a period of time where they weren't allowed to sleep with me, and they're still adjusting back to normal. The further we get from the Age of Horror the more often it is that it's all four of them again, crammed in with me. Those are my favorites.

For the year my ex lived with me she switched her schedule so she was up all night. She would shut the bedroom door whenever she was done trying to keep me awake, and before she'd do that she'd take all of the animals out. She said it was because they would paw at the door to come in and out and it annoyed her.

I explained many times that I get Really Gnarly Nightmares and I hate sleeping alone. It was also something she knew before she moved in and being there for me during those times was a point she sold herself on...

I said we could just leave the door open, (I can sleep through video game noises like you wouldn't believe.) She refused to do that.

It was just one of those awful things that I never "won" on, and it was just... lonely... Shut in my room, in the dark, alone. Like, setting aside that my partner didn't sleep with me, and that was lonely, before she was a factor I hadn't been that alone in my bed in almost a decade. So... even when she wasn't actively trying to keep me awake, my sleep wasn't restful.

I'm always grateful she's gone, and that's one of those things that I'm especially grateful for now, every time all five of us are snuggled in bed together. Like I think about how achingly lonely I was. Waking up sweating from nightmares. All the creatures in my house that I loved just on the other side of the door but unable to be with me because it would mildly inconvenience the woman who said she loved me, and it makes me really really sad.

I can't get that time back, and maybe it's silly, but I hope my animals know how much I appreciate them. I hope I can show it to them better all the time, because I don't think I realized how much they helped before she kept them from me.

Also. My dad replaced the stupid fan she installed that wouldn't stop making screaming noises. So I have a light and a fan in my room again. Which is a whole other victory.

[trickerycleric]

i'm curious, so trans people/people who have changed your name

+ in the tags specify if you purposefully chose a name shorter/longer than your birthname

[suzteel]

✨ Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters, and then tag five people to do the same, and see which character is everyone's favourite! ✨

Thanks @cheresha for the tag!

Tagging @adanima @haloud @maeglinthebold @thatblackdress @becamitchell

[ars-ceratinus]

Some thoughts about Friede while I try to get back on my feet. The younger, politically intelligent, favoured sister. Her and Belladonna never... truly reconcile. Not until it's too late at least.

[musical-chick-13]

*screaming at myself in the mirror after re-reading this godforsaken scene* YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE BAD AT THINGS, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE BAD AT THINGS, THIS IS FUN AND NO ONE IS PERFECT, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE BAD AT THINGS, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE--

[jumpyrope]

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Looks legit to me, and I'd much rather support a scammer than shun a genuine person in need of help anyway. It hurts seeing how many posts like these there are, knowing that i can't help everyone.

But it's like the crabs on the beach story about the man tossing hundreds of crabs back into the water so they wouldn't die on land. There's too many crabs to save all of them, and someone asks him why he bothers when it doesn't make a difference. He tosses a crab into the water and replies, "it made a difference to that one."

I think we could all be a little more like that man in the story. Even a small difference is a difference.

[interstellarflowers]

FREE PALESTINE from a small fanfic writer and uni. activist returning to tumblr.

i just wanted to hop on to say that as someone who writes for things such as stranger things (or rather has written) that i encourage you to consume other peoples work ethically and to boycott the show or at least do what you can to not allow profit, block accounts, do not stream it via netflix or otherwise. i call out specifically stranger things just because i have written for it in the past, and some of their cast members have displayed some of the most heinous acts of racism, colorism, and colonialist support that i have seen. i will never accept this as something i can look past, and neither should you. genocide is never excusable, and apathy and support of it should never be tolerated. i am strongly anti-zionist, and if you're someone who believes in humanitarianism, or someone who identifies as a leftist, or someone who is also BIPOC or LGBTQ*, then i implore you to educate yourself further on the liberation and history of Palestine, and to get involved in whatever way you can whether this be through donating, supporting Palestinian creators, sharing content and information, protesting, or otherwise. also before someone even TRIES it with me, my family is jewish, i went to hebrew school growing up, i was adopted from the system into a judaism practicing household, and what israel is doing right now, is not jewish, even insinuating that this killing spree, hatred, genocide, and racism is jewish absolutely twists my stomach into knots. genocide is not a jewish value, the israeli government is incredibly incorrect, they have no right to do what they're doing now, they had no right to displace people, they are not indigenous to Palestine. despite common american and eurocentric historical events, no, you can't just show up somewhere decide its yours, give it a new name, and get offended when people say that its colonization and stealing. it is. you have colonized, you have stolen land, you have become the oppressor, you are the oppressor, and now youre committing a mass genocide. never again means never again. they must be held accountable, this is evil. i consistently come back and leave writing fanfic i battle a number of health issues which end up impacting my mental state and i was working on graduating university (graduated this semester btw, heading to johns hopkins now for grad school) but another reason why ive found myself less active is because of the ignorance i see on this platform sometimes. its extra difficult to want to return to a platform and community when i come back from witnessing and experiencing police brutality and force on my campus in response to our encampment, witnessing my friends, peers, and professors be arrested and physically harmed, be verbally assaulted, assaulted, abused by admin, etc. and then come on here and see people refusing to partake in even the bare minimum. its is crucial to the survival of the remaining Palestinian people that we give this cause our all, and fight for their lives, they have been failed and abandoned time and time again, do not turn your backs to them, do not ignore this.

the Palestinian struggle intersects with issues of race, colonialism, state violence, and human rights, in supporting Palestine it means that we are advocating for human rights overall and challenging the overarching system of oppression. recognizing the ongoing systemic oppression, genocide, and attack on Palestinian people and working towards resolution means working towards a movement of ending colonialism and other systems of oppression. as someone who is in both communities, BIPOC and Queer people are familiar with systemic racism and colonialism, the fight for Palestinian liberation against the Israeli government is also a fight against settler colonialism and racialized violence. by supporting Palestine, Queer and BIPOC individuals affirm their opposition to all forms of systemic racism and colonialism.

justice is not a zero-sum game. justice is a shared goal where freedom for one group contributes to freedom for all. in supporting Palestine we foster global solidarity, demonstrating that collective liberation is intertwined and it has been proven to be in multiple BIPOC and Queer liberation movements throughout history. find resources below, and if youre in the nyc area, feel free to reach out to me if you want to coordinate or need someone to attend protests with:

https://linktr.ee/columbiasjp

[dravidious]

I rest my case.

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Fuckin BULLSHIT the one on the right is way better you only need 1 stroke to draw it!

Speaking of some things being objectively better than others for very important reasons, I booted up my brother’s old copy of Hyrule Warriors yesterday and tried to get A-ranks in the adventure mode, only to gradually realize just how important the level-up system is, meaning that no matter how good you are, the only way to have a chance of getting A-ranks on the later stages is to grind until the enemies don’t take 5 whole minutes each to kill.

Then I ranted to myself in my room about how Ultrakill’s P-ranks are way better

[snor-re]

Pink choices and sweet pastries

Out of spite I have denied myself the loveliest mistresses of life.

I was so busy banging against my cookie cutter tin jail,

I missed so much joy, I thought it was the way.

Pink was my enemy, for the longest years.

Pretty shoes and handbags,

Anger out of fear.

Screaming in my bounds I threw my head up and down.

The metal cuts with ragged edges.

Never took a breath and looked around.

flailing, I ensnare myself in cutting ropes.

Fearful fire set to dwindling hope.

But I can build my own freedoms out of skincare and roses. Frilly dresses and pink blouses. I can colour my choices magenta and still be way stronger.

00:16 20.04.2024

[kjzx]

An important thing to remember as an artist that started out drawing characters crudely and then started learning the fundamentals, at first your art will not look nice.

At first, drawing faces and bodies in different positions will make your characters look weird, then poor perspective will make your characters look weird, and finally when all the kinda things I mentioned above will be dealt with, just the hype of finally knowing how to draw anatomy will bite you in the ass because you can do all these things, you can draw them correctly or close to that, but whether that's figure drawing knowledge gaps, or awkwards poses/composition, or just not a very harmonious combination of realism and stylization in facial features or in general, but your before and after pictures might get this look of "clear objective technical improvement but many would consider it a downgrade"

That's a very common thing. I used to be in this before/after art community, and it was so toxic it was a meme within the community that no matter how much you've improved there will be people that will say that the before is better. There's a seed of truth to these words though, what they fundamentally get wrong is this implication that you "ruined your art"

That's a big example of why you shouldn't listen to non-art people for art advice. Keep going. You're closer to your art dreams than you ever were, you just need to look into all these things like the remaining knowledge gaps or personality to your art you might've lost as you were on your anatomy grind.

Keep creating, keep looking at art that inspires you and try to think of how to make yourself like your art better. Don't get stuck on it, if it begins being unfun, please do take a breather. Also, none of that is objective, people will still prefer things different to what you find beautiful. It's alright, create what you like, that's what this post is about. If you don't wanna, don't focus on aesthetics, just the process of creating art is fun and will eventually get you in the right place, that's what I do, I just occasionally throw in things I like and sometimes they work. Take care.

These are my current thoughts on the topic. I wouldn't take them too close to heart, this is just a blogging site and I'm blogin 👍