#i live in england
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Patients keep asking me if I'm from Scotland 😭😭 I was born and raised in Poland and been to Scotland maybe 5 days total
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My aunt's taking me out for a drink at some point. Do you think I'd be able to get in bars just by being with her and wearing enough makeup, or do I need a fake ID? I'm almost 17, so I'll be able to drink legally in just over a year anyway.
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Ever met someone you care about and they tell you their favourite thing and suddenly every time you see it, you’re reminded of them?
Then one day instead of it bringing you happiness to see it, it hurts instead and you start to avoid it? Except it’s everywhere and you can’t? Yeah, me too.
#his favourite thing was the rain#I live in England#this is my hell on earth now#tw depressing stuff#tw sad thoughts#tw sad shit#tw sadness#love#tw depressing thoughts#situationships#he told me not to call it a situationship
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unpopular opinion: I'd rather the weather be too hot than too cold
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
#i want to agree but.#i live in england#and honestly last year having to work in 40 degree heat with no aircon killed me#ask#ask game#lavenderleahy
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no but genuinely I lose a little more patience for people who won't wear wool, leather, silk, or fur every day that I live in a world where plastic is increasingly the only damn kind of clothing you can find (or the only kind of fabric for sewing, even)
obviously, animal cruelty is horrible. I believe that even industries that rely on the deaths of animals should make their lives as good and their ends as humane as possible. and many of these industries need tighter environmental regulations on their production practices- some of the chemicals involved are highly toxic and ill-controlled at times
but at some point, you have to wake up to the fact that the only alternative we've found to date is destroying our planet
it's all plastic. and plastic is horrible for the world- the environment, humans, and especially animals. how cruelty-free is it to cause mass habitat loss? or climate change that disrupts food sources for those animals on a vast scale? how is that better than the deaths of a relatively small proportion of animals comparatively?
(and don't even start with "but pineapple leather! but cactus leather!" when those are still basically plastic due to heavy plastics use in their production processes. there is currently no non-plastic alternative to most animal-based textile products)
I've always tried to keep in mind that we all have to decide where our line is, that we all consume and there's no way of living in this world that doesn't take something from it. that for me, plastic clothing is to be avoided as much as possible, and for others, animal clothing products are to be avoided as much as possible. that the choice is equally valid
but I'm having a hard time seeing it as valid anymore when it just feels like trying to push the unpleasant part away from yourself so you can pretend your choice has no negative impacts. you're not wearing animal skin (or wool that an animal didn't even die to produce), so surely your way of doing things is better! no animals were harmed in the making of your outfit!
except. they were.
they and all the rest of us.
#fuck plastic#except for medical purposes#textiles#capitalist hellscape#(because companies use 'going cruelty-free' as an excuse to make their entire lineup a cavalcade of plastic)#textile waste#plastic waste#'just wear cotton or linen or hemp!' I mean I do but also#I live in New England#good luck with that when winter comes around#just bought a wool mantle with a fur-trimmed collar (yes it's vintage fur) from a friend and I fully expect to get use out of it soon#I just want to be able to buy Real Clothing (ie Not Plastic)#I can for now but. how much longer will I be able to?
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I did not get any dollar since 2 days can someone make my family happy and donate anything 😔😔☹☹ I need to buy milk and diapers for my little child Ibrahim 9 months old... sorry baby to living this situation and suffering a lot in this life from beginning you came to this world 🌎
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#free gaza#ireland#canada#england#new zealand#finland#usa#austin butler#australia#palestinian lives matter#free palestine#i stand with palestine#palestinian genocide#all eyes on palestine#save palestine#swedish#uk politics#norway
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Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help
#this tv show has consumed my every thought#it's like tumblr catnip#go watch it#it will eat away at your brain#there's also a butch lesbian butcher#an autistic manga loving weirdo (my beloved)#and a badass psychic who's also a mess#WHAT MORE COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?#updating the post bc the reblogs lead me on a WILD wiki rabbit hole about the eras of England#okay so Edwin is born in 1900 which means he was born 1 year before the end of the Victorian era (1837-1901) so technically he's a victoria#baby who lived his childhood in the Edwardian era (1901-1910) and his teens in the pre/start of WW1 era (started in 1914)#until he was killed :( in 1916#so my boy here lived though MANY historical events and time periods#shout out to my victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink#history is very fun and this is why i love this website bc where else would i have to do research for my blorbo?#I do however find it very funny if Gaiman named him Edwin in honour of the Edwardian time period he grew up in#I love that man and it wouldn't surprise me if he turned out to be a history nerd (affectionate) like the rest of you#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko dbd#dbd#please feel free to dm me about history i adore it
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back to our yuri programming
#I just really love putting a phenny where mr white would eb.#project sekai#revue starlight#pjsk#prsk#proseka#ichika hoshino#saki tenma#honami mochizuki#shiho hinomori#leoneed#l/n#leo/need#this is polyneed though i do like shihosaki and ichihona. ichisaki is my fav but shiho works too well as hikari#also after watching revstar live 4 hikaren is so very shihosaki in that. i think. and no offence to shiho but ichika would never run off#to england. she is a yearner and a lover. and a major loser#I forgot to post this here this is from weeks ago CON CRUNCH AAAAAUGH AAAAH AAAAAH AAAAAH#I HAVE LIKE. 24 MORE HOURS TO WORK ON STUFF I HAVE TO PASSCK#its ok. we're good. we're chilling
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Told y’all I would finish these two pages one day
#hetalia#aph spain#hws spain#aph england#hws england#if I had unlimited money I would draw the whole comic but I zont 🫶#instead I wanna do like… loose doodles following this and maybe small bg paints bc this is an adventure story in my mind#which means that unfortunately Arthur lives 💔#I also need to draw Ludwig and Antonio and Rome stuff..#BUT FIRST THE COMMISSIONS AHHHHH
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#i realized i use both wicked and mad (new englander who did live in NYC for several years) based on the word they modify#ie: wicked weird sounds bad but mad weird sounds good; wicked hard though not mad hard#i do not use hella and have never lived in CA
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July 13th, 1917
Be it from a sense of paternal concern or simply patriotic duty, Arthur made sure to leave his soldiers in the charge of an older Corporal and made his way to the quite pathetic excuse of a medical section where his son was left to rot.
Arthur had heard about the attack. He had been informed the day prior.
He had seen war and famine and sickness, but never like this. Arthur wasn't young, in any sense, and what wonders and strong political oppinions young men had, had left him a long time ago like a ship leaving the harbour in a hury to claim new land. This though, had left shock echoing within his tired, millenia old frame. He wasn't used to this.
Arthur made his way through the trenches with soldiers from every corner of the globe instantly stopping whatever they were doing prior and saluting him as if etiquette and rank mattered in hell. As if it was more importaint to greet the Higher ups than to survive long enough to even write a letter back to family. Arthur did understand that though. Routine and rules were the only thing keeping these poor and wretched souls from being consumed by thoughts of an imminent death.
The path to the section where Matthew was held was quite straightforward and quite familiar. He had marched to and from it hundreds of times and had a sort of automatic rithm in his step. Arthur made his way to the small and damp room with a fast pace indicative of familiarity, only to stop in his tracks in the shabbily built doorframe at the sight that awaited him in the corner.
Matthew sat in the corner of the sad makeshift medical section of the trenches, his back firm against the cold, damp wall.
His once-piercing blue-grey eyes were now clouded over with milky white cataracts, rendering him completely blind. The newly used gas had stolen his sight. His skin, once tanned and healthy, now bore the sickly pallor of a much older man who had endured unimaginable suffering.
Matthew's uniform, discarded in favour of his worn down undershirt, was now a tattered and stained relic of his time in the trenches. The not-white-anymore shirt clung to his emaciated frame as if decency still mattered in hell. The physical toll of the war was clear on his body. Not that Matthew would have to worry about seeing that any time soon. His hands, which had once held a rifle with resolve, now trembled even while resting on his thighs.
Despite his physical and emotional anguish, Matthew remained seated upright, his back pressed against the unforgiving, stained wall. A testament to his resilience if there was any left, a silent protest against the horrors that had taken his sight and left him broken in body and spirit.
As he sat there, his spirit reduced to a hollow shell, Matthew's face bore a mixed expression of utter defeat and complete indifference. His lips were drawn into a thin, lifeless line, and his cheeks were gaunt from the weight of his suffering. His blank, unseeing eyes stared into the abyss, as if waiting for answers and also hoping they'd never arrive.
In that moment, Matthew was not a representation of Canada; he was a young man who had been scarred and broken by the senseless brutality of war. The trenches around him buzzed with activity, but he remained isolated in his silent world of darkness and despair. The young medics job was done. He had patched Matthew up and left him to his own misery. Matthew was grateful.
Arthur stood there silently under the doorframe for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. A strange and unfamiliar twinge of emotion plucked and pulled on his conscience. He hadn't felt guilt in quite some time. This feeling was reserved for drunken nights spent in solitude with the doors to the room he resided in firmly locked so that his sliver of self-deprecating emotion wasn't witnessed by any but himself, while he drunk himself to unconsciousness.
He preferred the emotional solitude to this.
Arthur had believed himself to be capable of most things. Especially conversation and confrontation. He was quite good at those as centuries of existence had proved. He believed himself quite skilful with words. Most of the time he knew what to say and when to say it without it resulting in unwanted and unforeseen consequences, while still making sure his opinion was heard.
Arthur had no words forming as he stood in that doorframe. If Arthur was a good man, his reasoning would be that he felt such strong empathy and sadness that words wouldn't be enough to express the sorrow he felt at that moment. If Arthur was a good man he'd run to his son, assure him that this wouldn't happen ever again and that he was safe. If Arthur was a good man he would fall on his knees in front of his oldest son and beg for forgiveness.
Arthur wasn't a good man.
He could admit to his shortcomings, but to act on them was not in his nature.
So he stood there for another 5 or 6 minutes watching his son shallowly breathe in and out, hearing the boys lungs struggle to keep up with his muscles contraction and need for air.
He must have made a noise, as Matthew's head tilted slightly to the left, almost looking at Arthur but definitely not seeing him. Arthur looked back at him.
The room was quiet, save for the desperate plea of Matthews lungs to be put out of their misery.
Sensing nothing after a few moments, Matthew turned his head back towards the blank wall ahead.
Arthur silently turned his frame around and slowly started walking the path he had taken to get here. As he took a few steps, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.
How he longed for that whiskey bottle and that dark room where he could lock himself in and slowly drift out of consciousness instead of facing his own mistakes.
Arthur definitely was not a good man.
#ooof i had a field day with this one#father son drama ugh sighn me the fuck up#arthur is def not a good man im sorry to the england stans but he isnt#he lives his kids but he is not a good man#he would take a bullet for his kids bur he is not a good man#hetalia#hws england#hws canada#myart#my art#historical hetalia#my writing#arthur kirkland#matthew williams#hetalia fanfiction
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culture shock
#aph america#aph england#hetalia#artbin#i lived in scotland for a while and it never failed to shock me. has it died out in eng?#hws america#hws england#tagging hetalia is hell#humanverse
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Maybe the problem with Christian fiction is that it's non-denominational. People are just "Christian", with no effort put into showing what practicing that religion looks like for them specifically. No indication that there are other Christians who could have different beliefs. No wrestling with differing ideas and the struggle of how one should live out their Christian faith. And that makes it unrealistic and unrelatable.
#me reading any christian historical fiction set in england: why are none of these gentry anglican??#they ARE all anglican and if they are not it is extremely plot and character relevant you can't just have them using evangelical buzzwords#but i'm also thinking of this because i started another charlotte yonge book#that is by far my favorite of the things of hers that i've read#because it has characters who have different upbringings and religious opinions#instead of just 'here's a bunch of high church anglicans judging people who don't live up to their victorian standard'#you have the very high church anglican rector whose wife is worldly but still a very good person#the girl raised in a very strict protestant family who is more scrupulous than the anglicans but is still recognized as a good person#you have people who are trying to work out the nuances of different issues#and that makes it so much more realistic and so much easier to integrate into the story#(the politics though are hilarious)#(most of the classics that survive are the ones that were 'ahead of their time' in politics)#(so it's equally fascinating and refreshing and a bit infuriating to see one that is very very of its time with regards to women's rights)#('why did this woman get up at the meeting and explain her very good ideas for rebuilding after the fire? she should have had a man do it')#(meanwhile i'm just screaming 'why on earth SHOULDN'T she???')#(it's almost enough to make a feminist of me)
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Hetalia posting in 2024? Perhaps.....
#hetalia#aph england#arthur kirkland#aph france#francis bonnefoy#aph fruk#scolo posting art?? no way#i didn't watch hetalia beyond the 4th season (yet). the new look doesn't vibe with me as hard as the old one#hello tumblr dot com. . . it's so nice to see you again . . < )#im so homesick tumblr dot com!!! these mountains reminds me of home. wuaaa. im tired of living in a city in the middle of a big plain !#it makes me miserable#art tag
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Meta & Flint, the freaks who named their daughter Oblivion.
Don't let their looks fool you, they are actually good parents. (Maybe "okay" parents, they did let Liv run away with her boyfriend they never met and his band at 15. (But she was responsible and called them to explain her decision and that she already talked with the school and will be taking special exams at the end of every semester, so it's all good lmao.))
In my AU the Techno/Rock Trolls are the largest population of mixed trolls. They live concentrated along the shore between the Rock and Techno Kingdoms and also extending north into the no-man's-land on the map. This whole area is simply referred to as "the Shallows". They have their own communities and villages there which are located partially on land or exposed reefs/rocks and partially in the water.
Liv grew up in one of those villages. Her parents own a small apartment carved into a cliff side above the ocean. Personally they prefer walking over floating/swimming, and they can't stay in the sun for too long either (they all inherited sun sensitive skin from their Techno sides) so this way they're mostly on land and also aren't in direct sunlight after noon.
It's a modest home but I imagine they must have the prettiest sunrises.
Despite the Shallows having their own communities they still belong under the Rock Kingdom which doesn't really care about them or their different needs much, so a lot of the trolls living there are very anti authority.
#me taking advantage of my baby level knowledge of german lmao#but i always liked the idea of liv having a vague european accent#so i've decided to give her dad an british 'england' accent and her mom a german accent/make her german speaking#trolls#dreamworks trolls#my art#ex bandmates#trolls oc#liv#flint#baby liv thought her goblin spawn of a dad is the prettiest troll in the world kjsbdhbfh#meta#the parents and a lot of trolls there are very anti authority. they're technically living in part of the rock kingdom and are expected to#be like regular citizens when it comes to stuff like paying taxes etc. but no money actually makes it back into their communities...#Flint's genre is Electropunk#and Meta's genre is Industrial Metal#Liv is more Industrial Metal but there's definitely some Punk vibes in her style#this started as just me designing her parents and it's turned into a whole info dump
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dear ea stop making all ur worlds so american like even the ones that are meant to be inspired by other parts of the world are so so american. bring us attached houses. cramped neighbourhoods. or just houses that dont have an entire football fields worth of space around it. awkward flats above shops and houses that are seperated by alleyways. no matter what my sims feel so fortunate to have such a huge plot of land even if their house is small like its so isolating
#here in england at least having a house thats seperated /detached is SUPER rare like ur either very fortunate or u live in the country#like a cute scottish cottage ugh i love those#but aside from those old buildings u will not find detached housing and thats what i hate abt the sims 4 worlds so much.i miss ts2 apartment
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