#qurantined

[cowdragons]

touched starved in a biohazard kinda way

[sakshiwriter]

Many times we are so preoccupied with future happenings, that we don’t live in the present anymore. And everything runs on autopilot.

We regret it later because we let that precious time slip from our grasp. The only time over which we have control. 

[lesbianfakir]

If you asked mytho if he’d still love you if you were a worm he’d get really confused and insist that you’re not a worm you’re a person

And if you asked rue if she’d still love you if you were a worm she’d say no.

If you asked fakir if he’d still love you if you were a worm he’d say yes of course, you’re still the same person after all

If you asked Duck if she’d still love you if you were a worm she’d say yes but secretly she’d be thinking about how tasty you’d look

[mas-huda]

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[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Sleepwalker Infection

Rarity has been awake for 4 days

——— Transcript ———

I think it’s 1/28/20XX

 I told Twilit wht luna said, & she vegero vigorously wrote to celesta. it was as if she knew exactly what t say to her, as if she new wat was goin on. Ive been put in qurantin in a lower room in the kastle & Twi visits me evry day thru th door to cast a spell on me to kep me awake. She doesnt rlly talk to me. theres no bed in my room, theres a miror tho. I fele like my beauteful colors r fading, I mis them. flitt flysh visits with meals & convo, I just enjoy to listen, talking is tiring.

im so tired

I fear the shadows, the the figures i see in them

weres Sweetie?

I hope twli doent come back

maybe luna was just sick wit a cold an everything is fine

i just wanna sleep its been llll days

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[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/766611758459879424/youtube-just-showed-me-the-most-dumb-video-essay?source=share

Youtube fed you that swill and you actually watched it? And then you read the comments?? That's why the algorithm is like this. Feeding people hateful garbage makes them stick around.

Log out (If you very much like features that are only available logged in, just make a second google account to use for youtube and nothing else)

Download Firefox https://www.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/windows/

Go into the privacy settings and set Enhanced Tracking Protection to "strict"

Install an adblocker, I like ublock origin https://ublockorigin.com/

Optionally, install some more anti-track addons, like Privacy Badger or Duckduckgo's privacy essentials

Install the container addon and set one up to qurantine youtube away from everything else https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/multi-account-containers/

Now what you have is a box that has youtube in it and literally nothing else. No ads, no personal information, no creepy stalkerware, no ability for other websites to see in the box, or for youtube to see out of it.

And now the fun part. Use the adblocker to nuke the entire sidebar and endcard overlays. Just select these with the eyedropper from the adblock extension, preview it to make sure you're not blocking more than you mean to, and bam, it's like three clicks and and you'll never see it again, it's beautiful.

Do this and you can watch all the videos you please and will NEVER have the algorithm shove some misogynistic garbage in your face because it crunched some math and knows that users with your profile are stasticsally likely to spend time on the side when served that sort of trash.

You can also use the adblocker to get rid of the entire comments section, or to nuke any design element or feature that you find annoying or ugly. It's called an adblocker, but it blocks anything based on URLs and HTML strings. The posibilites are endless, freeing, and beautiful. I use adblockers for aesthetics and accesibility at least as much as for actual ads.

I do this with every website I use regularily, including tumblr (though only the worst few [including youtube] have dedicated quarantine containers). It's a few steps to set up, but once you have the extensions installed and know how to use them, nuking algorithmic feeds and making sure that you only see what you actually want to see takes like ten seconds.

And no, before you say you have to use the app, this does work on mobile. Download Firefox for mobile, install the adblocker, install the anti-trackers, and use youtube in the browser instead of the app because taking an extra three seconds to load and having a slightly less optimized layout is worth not being unundated with advertisements and hate.

You can also root your phone and install adblockers that work with apps, but that's a more involved process and takes more effort and knowledge than simply installing a new browser and using an eyedropper tool to select a sidebar.

--

[lady-aurora40k]

“Attention Rogue Trader vessel, you are close to entering a quarantine zone. Please divert course.” A bored sounding comms officer states.

'Ma'am, we've been hailed by an Astartes vessel.' The mistress of communications called over to Lady Aurora.

'Astartes, out here?' Aurora asked, sitting up from where she had been lounging on her command throne, she threw the small trinket she had been idly fidgeting with off to the side where one of her servants caught it.

After listening to the message, Aurora nodded. 'Establish vox connection. I wish to make a reply.'

'This is Lady Sanguine, Rogue Trader and misress of the Voluptas. Can you state the nature of this qurantine zone?'

[thebigsl33p]

Can The Killer In Me, Tame The Fire In You, Or Is There Nothing Left To Do For Us?

A/N: this one goes out to all my maladaptive daydreaming girls who have to create the most intricate canon divergent storylines in their heads to fall asleep.

Warnings: Shit writing, mention of death, infected, canon divergence like absolute rewrite so it fits my little brain storyline. Joel Miller. I kinda picked out bits and pieces from the game and TV series, sorry ANGST, ALL I WANTED WAS SOME DEAD DAUGHTER FANFIC INSTEAD ITS ALL SMUT not complaining BUT

Y/N dreams the same thing every night.

It starts on a beach. It's an average day, the sea is a moderate shade of dark blue and the sun is occasionally shining, peeking out intermittently from behind clouds, lighting up the sand like a thousand shiny gems. Music begins to play, an old rock song from the Eighties or Nineties that Y/N can't quite place. And then it stops abruptly with the sound of a needle scratching a record, screaming and gunshots that reverberate around the dreamscape. Mist and fog roll into the beach, and out onto the sea, turning the sand into a dull yellow and the water black and obscuring Y/N's sight.

And then two figures appear. One is short and thin with afro hair, the other tall and muscular with short hair, and they walk hand in hand. They are merely silhouettes but Y/N is struck with a feeling of familiarity as they get closer and closer and closer to her. She realises too late who they are - Joel and Sarah - and she realises even later what's wrong with them. How they shambled their way over to her should've been enough of a clue, but for some reason, she just didn't pick up. But then Joel starts to twitch and shake and Sarah groans, and both of them have glossy eyes and pale, clammy skin. Their jaws move desperately around nothing, trying to clamp down, but also trying to form words, "Help me" and "I'm sorry" slurred from their lips.

-

Without knowing why, or with any notion of cognitive thought, she raises her arms and splays her hands to welcome them into her embrace. She cries as she does it, as they stumble into her and wrap themselves around her neck and waist. They are both covered in bite marks, blood and grime, and they bite down on her at the same time.

The imagined pain is what wakes her up, like an alarm clock, and sends her into another day's work in the quarantine zone.

Throughout it all, she thinks of the last time she saw Sarah and Joel, in that car crash where only Tommy had been left to pull her out. And they had run without ever looking back.

The night of the outbreak, Y/N was separated from everyone she loved and knew. She had lost Tommy soon after in the crowds of people, frantically calling his name as she pushed through it, but to no avail. She grabbed people with red jackets and short hair until someone grabbed her in return. Hours later she found herselff in one of her first FEDRA lockups.

Now, just over twenty years later, she lived in a Qurantine zone. More people were getting infected by the day, just getting better at hiding it, and FEDRA was the very definition of the abuse of power, shooting people down no matter how much you screamed, "I'm not a Firefly! I'm not a fucking Firefly!" Fireflies…a group of Rebels, armed and smart, doing their hardest to restore normalcy and to take down FEDRA. Things had been getting pretty bad recently, curfew was brought down hard, at night all she could hear were sirens and screaming, gunshots and bombs. She tried her best to sleep, tossing and turning under her thick woolen blanket and government ordered, thin, sheetless mattress. In the morning, she would get up and drink a glass of whisky, tie up her hair and get to work throwing Infected into plague pits.

"To Y/N L/N." Was scribbled on the front, in familiarly unfamiliar handwriting. She flipped open to read the message, "Dear Y/N, through many contacts I've finally managed to discover you're alive, and your address. I want to invite you to Jackson. We have a stronghold here, a community. You could have a true and proper home. Joel and such are here too, alive and well, old bastard, he sends his love and luck. Love, Tommy. XX"

It was hard, gruelling and emotionally unavailable work. More often than not, she was throwing little kids into the flames, or young men and women who had obviously put up a fight. And in the evening, she went home, had another glass of some vague alcohol, whatever shitty food rations she could find and then went to bed, to repeat the day.

That was until she received a message. It was sunday, which meant the man down the street, Mr. Grant, who passed messages across America with his radio, was open for business. She had been approached by a regular customer of his during work, who slipped her a piece of paper, "From Mr. Grant." She had said, and then she was gone. That evening, Y/N settled down at her kitchen table/desk/counter and unfolded the piece of paper she had shoved into her pocket.

She sat at her table, desk, counter, and held the paper limp in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that after all this time, Sarah, Joel and Tommy were still alive. And they were well. And- well, she had to leave straight away. She had flipped over the paper and found co-ordinates, from which she instantly pulled out her one and only map, and marked them down, and found it to be just off centre from the middle of Jackson. Then, she packed away some basic necessities in a bag, and slipped away into the dead of night.

-

Jackson was everything she had imagined and more. It was a perfect, little safe haven. She was greeted at the gate with guns and Tommy's interruption, running to her, embracing her, sniffling into her shoulder. True, as his brother's wife they had never been that close, but good God, she was just so enthralled to see someone she knew and loved and was connected to. She wasn't sure she had ever hugged anyone as tightly as she'd hugged Tommy, and then Maria came along and introduced herself, a beautiful woman whom Tommy was lucky enough to call his wife. Y/N had shaken her hand and she had grinned a perfect smile, "Joel's spoken about you loads."

"Oh, God, Joel." Her head swivelled to Tommy to Maria to her surroundings, "He's here, right?" Her words were sitting on desperate.

Tommy placed a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, calm down. They're out at the moment to find supplies, food, extra bits and pieces. He knows you're coming, yeah, we just didn't think you'd get here so…soon." He shrugged, before beginning to walk her through the town, "C'mon, Maria and I will find you a place to stay, alright?"

And then finally, Tommy walked her to a small-ish home, one floor and squat, "This is where we put visitors or guests," He explained, "We have to find a suitable home for you, but this has all the right supplies." Then he pointed to the home next to it, "Joel lives just there."

"Alright." She swallowed her nerves and guilt, and followed the two through the town.

The entire walk Tommy and Maria pointed out households to her, lived in and happy homes - and told her what certain meeting points, bars, restaurants or club spaces, used to be. The Lower school was once an corner store, the high school, a doctor's. And the actual doctor's used to be a record store, which Joel had apparently raided and helped set up.

-

"Thank you Tommy, Maria. Thank you for everything." She hugged them both, once again, and then they pressed a key into her hand.

"We're gonna be just fine." Maria said, rubbed her shoulder and then she was alone.

Y/N'd been living in Jackson for a week when Joel returned. She'd been the first person Maria had told, apparently Joel had radioed in from outside the boundary, telling everyone they were finishing up and should be home by sunrise. She'd been woken up by Tommy knocking on her door with a loud, "They're back!" And she had practically hurtled outside, throwing a jacket over her pyjamas and slipping on her boots, nervous adrenaline filling her veins and causing her heart to beat out of her chest.

Twenty years. How much damage could Twenty Years have done? Yes, she had done unspeakable things, murdered innocents and stolen from the starving, injured, sick, but everyone had. When she looked around Jackson she saw a group of people who had all done what they had needed to to survive. She was no different. But what if's and maybe's lurked at the back of her mind as she followed Tommy up to the green gates.

Three horses come striding into Jackson, two with a stranger atop and one carrying her husband. He's joking bitterly and sarcastically with another rider, a little girl with brown hair who couldn't have been older than fourteen, and then he greets Tommy with a slight, two fingered wave, and Tommy's eyes direct him to Y/N standing in old pyjamas, old boots and an old jacket. But she's not looking at him, no her eyes are scanning frantically for a fourth horse, desperate for that familiar laugh, though she knows she'd be thirty-five by now. But where the fuck is Sarah?

The sun was just coming up, lighting half of the sky in a light blue and the other half remained dark, but she could still see the stars. And the moon. The wonders of a "zombie" apocalypse.

The sound of the gates moving was enough to have Y/N rocking on her feet because finally - finally - she would see her husband and daughter again, after twenty something years of just allowing herself to believe they were dead and done for, she finally knew better and-

Maria is standing behind her, "You alright, girl?" She asks.

"Where's Sarah?" Her head snaps towards Maria, and she watches like a hawk as the woman's eyes widen and she swallows, hard.

"Uh, just one second," She's pretending to look at something behind Y/N, as if distracted, before she runs off, "Tommy! Tommy!" Bellowing from her lips.

From a distance she sees Tommy and Maria conspiring, casting worried glances her way. And so she storms through the crowd, ignoring her initial purpose for being there, and instead she pushes the two apart and points her finger at them, "Tell me where my daughter is." Tommy plays with his hand, turning the ring on his finger, looking down, not meeting her gaze, "Sarah is-" He prepares himself "Sarah's-"

Confusion clouds Y/N's mind. How hard could it be to answer a simple question?

It hits her like a fucking train. How stupid could she have been, how presumptious and ignorant that "They" meant Joel and Sarah, not Joel and that little girl by his side. Who was she? Was she his daughter - had he moved on? Perhaps she should go, perhaps he didn't want a reminder of his old life hanging around.

"Dead." The voice is gruff and old, and familiar. Y/N practically spins in place to get a look at the man who it belongs too, those dark brown eyes, his beard and hair with dashes of grey, those soft cheeks, his lips, nose, eyelashes. Joel Miller. Joel, fucking, Miller, he speaks again, "Sarah's dead."

She doesn't know what to do - what to say - so she tries for something, she's reaching and trying desperately to hold on to anything she can, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Joel."

"No. I know. I know." He's nodding softly, stroking her hair in return, gently. He won't cry now, not where everyone can see, but he'll cry later, when he's at home with Ellie and… Y/N. The family he'd dreamt of.

"Me too." His words are soft and small, so unlike the man in front of her. Maria and Tommy are gone by now, having siddled of discuss the exchange, the shock, the horror of Y/N not knowing about her daughter's death.

Joel pulls her in, close and tight for a long hug, and Y/N begins to cry, "I never thought I'd see you again." she's gripping him so tightly, hand pulling his hair, the other around his shoulder, "I just-"

She pulls away to get a good look at him, "Look at you," She's smiling through the tears streaming down her cheeks, "Look at my old man." She runs a hand through his hair, the front now instead of the back.

And then suddenly, she drops it, smile fading, eyes casted downwards, "Sarah… was she infected?"

"No." he answers. The way he speaks about it, it's as if finally, within the last year, he's finally come to terms with it all, "She died after the car crash. On Outbreak Day. She was in my arms, we were running and there was an early FEDRA guard and we told him we weren't infected but…"

"He shot anyways."

"Yeah." He spoke so simply about it, "She died in my arms and I'm just sorry you never knew how much she loved you. She called out for you y'know."

The idea brought tears to her eyes. A beat. "I dreamt about the two of you for the past twenty years." She opened up, "I dreamt you were infected, you and Sarah, and every single time I would just open my arms and hug you both and let you take me, infect me." She sighed, "The only thing that kept me going was the idea, the prospect, that maybe someday, I'd get to see you again and all I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry wasn't there these twenty years and I'm sorry I wasn't there when Sarah died and I love you." Every single thought that echoed around her head for what had felt like forever was spewed out in front of him.

And all he could do was soften his eyes, and say, "It's alright,", "I love you too."

"There's someone I'd like for you to meet."

[sakshiwriter]

What you do matters less, the intention must be pure.

But what if your actions slash at the heart of the one you intend to heal?

What you do still matters.

[theenchantedquillmagazine]

Title: "The Black Death Requiem"

Genre: Historical Drama, Psychological Thriller

In the year 1348, in the heart of medieval England, the cobblestone streets of the city of York were teeming with fear and uncertainty. The Black Death, a merciless, unseen enemy, had tightened its grip, its dark shadow looming over the once lively city.

Among the many families in the city was the large and once prosperous Hawthorne clan. The plague had infiltrated their home, bringing their vibrant world to a screeching halt. Their large manor, once filled with laughter and merry chatter, had transformed into a sombre quarantine zone.

The family, once tightly-knit, was stretched thin as food supplies dwindled and the illness started taking its toll. Each day was a battle against the creeping fear of the impending doom. Desperation gave way to paranoia, the fear of death turned kin against kin. Disputes over rations grew heated, accusations of hoarding were flung, and tempers flared as the disease made its presence known.

And then, the inevitable happened - the first Hawthorne fell to the plague, then another, and another. As their numbers dwindled, the once robust family turned hollow, a reflection of their decaying city.

When the quarantine was lifted, the surviving Hawthornes emerged, blinking into the sunlight, forever changed by the ordeal. However, their troubles were far from over. They were now outsiders in a city that had moved on without them. Once influential, they were now shunned, their former allies distancing themselves for fear of the plague.

And worse, accusations started circulating in the city that the Hawthorne clan had not merely suffered from the plague, but had caused it. Their rivals seized this chance to lay blame on them. The Hawthornes, struggling to deal with their own traumas, now had to defend their tarnished name.

In the aftermath of the Black Death, who among the Hawthornes will rise to challenge these accusations? Can they reclaim their lost honour, or will they succumb to the weight of their losses? The real test begins now, not against the merciless plague, but against the judgemental society and their own fractured family bonds.

Tags: Historical Drama, Psychological Thriller, Bubonic Plague, Medieval England, Quarantine, Family Feud, AI Story, Open Ended Plot, Writing Prompt, Creative Writing, Plot Seed, Story Continuation, Family Drama, Post Plague Reckoning, Social Pariah, Co-create, Explore this world.

Prompt 2161

A large family with the bubonic plague is quarantined in their home. as they run out of supplies, and they start to fall ill, they turn on each other. But the real reckoning comes when their quarantine is over.

[luv4blackbooks]

What happened after 2020?🧍🏽‍♀️

Does anyone remember during the year 2020 when a lot of companies started creating more black led projects and giving more black creatives opportunities that would finally help their work get recognized by the masses? Notice how you don't see as many of those projects being made today?

During 2020, people were trapped inside their houses due to COVID-19 and had to keep themselves entertained with spending time with their loved ones, watching television, spending way too much time on social media, and of course, reading books. I unfortunately wasn't one of those people because I didn't re-discover my love of reading for pleasure until after qurantine was lifted. But I do know a lot more people re-discovered their own love for reading during this time. When people were desparate to keep themselves entertained, authors took this as an opportunuty to finally get their stories published and introduce them to the world. A lot of great black books were written and published during this period and gained massive amounts of popularity. This showed that a lot of readers wanted to find more stories like this and that they were in demand, despite what other people might say. In addition to books, there was also a boom in black television shows, movies, production roles, job opportunities and more. But this wasn't just because of COVID. This was also because of the black lives matter movement.

During the latter half of 2020, the black lives matter movement became very relevant again. Due to everyone being stuck inside and having no choice but to watch the news and look on social media, everyone quickly became aware of what black people were going through and why the movement itself was so important. Along with people speaking out and making their voices heard came companies offering black people more opportunities. I could go on about everything that black people gained during this time but I'm gonna focus on books for this blog post. A lot of black authors were finding more publishers willing to help them get their books made to share them with the world. Many went on to become very successful and get themselves more recognition in the publishing and reader space. Both black readers and authors felt that things were finally changing for the better.

Then 2020 ended.

Little by little, a lot of the opportunities that black authors were given either weren't given out any more or were straight up being taken away from them. Movie or tv show deals that were initially made were put on "pause" out of nowhere and were never heard from again. Diversity, equity, and inclusion programs that helped benefit black authors and other authors of color that were suddenly taken away. But why did this happen? Well, due to people being unable to not see what was going on with the black lives matter movement, it became impossible for people, as well as companies, to ignore. In order for them to (publicly) show that they cared about what black people were going through, they provided them with tons of opportunities to help them make their dreams come true. Unfortuntalely, some of these companies never intended for these opportunities to last forever. Thankfully, some of these efforts to help black creatives out weren't all in vain. Some people's assistance came from a genuine place after they saw what was occuring during the BLM movement. To those who got the short end of the stick, they either decided to wait for when the time was right or they took matters into their own hands and did things themselves.

While many of the efforts that were being made four years ago aren't being made today, that didn't keep black authors from continuing to work hard to get their stories told. Some went on to create more books, some started working on screen adaptations for their published work themselves, and others even started their own publishing companies. It's still difficult for some to get the opportunities or find the resources they could have easily gotten years ago, but it still didn't stop them from creating and working hard to make their dreams come true.

The black book recommendation of the day is... Legendborn by Tracy Deonn (which was published in 2020)! The series will consist of four books with it's third coming out in March of 2025!

[ventrue-in-control]

also declan when u come back to the uk u must get qurantined first. due to the plague.

[naijamixedng]

Gov Okowa Announces Directives on Delta State Qurantine

[eluminium]

Im half asleep but thought of a funny but don't have energy to edit cause I just woke up but basically: Me when Chris bucket-of-amethyst and El Eluminium are in my notes

ah.. well...... u see idk how tp i explain this-- so i made a helpful video :]

@eluminium @zedif-y

[starmenuprising0013]

im so serious like i dont think i can go on as a person how is joel dead how how how who tf did this i want names

AND DURING QURANTINE???????

[twinlighttt]

Qurantined relationship

part2

So ano tawagan natin?

Ako si light Ikaw si ning

Bat mo naman akong ginawang pusa?

Panong pusa?

Ning ning ning

Wait kunin kolang isa kong phone may bagay sayong soundtrack

Kulet modin eh noh

Sempre ako pa ba

Taga saan ka nga pala?

Taga antipolo ako ,Ikaw?

Taga quezon city ako

Ah malapit lang pala

Bat puntahan moko?

Teka maliligo lang ako tas otw nako

Seryoso kaba? Pupunta ka kagad dito?

Baliw Hindi,kung mayaman lang ako pupuntahan talaga kita

Ahhh bakit wala kabang kotse?

Diko need yun lakarin nalang kita

Ay bet koyan pre,tas hatid din kita pauwi sainyo lakad lang

Wag ayoko masaktan Ang paa ng aking prinsesa

Korni mo HAHAHAHA

Korni pero tumawa

De joke lang akong prinsepe

Ang jeje mo pre HAHAHAHA

Sus Ikaw nga nauna

Ha?kelan ko sinabi?

Kakasabi mo nga lang

Ay sorry pre bulag ako di ako makadinig

Ang funny mo talaga noh

Mas funny ka wag ka papatalo

Ilan taon kana nga pala?

19 aking prinsesa

Tigil mo nga yan HAHAHAHA, Ako 18

Uy sakto lang hehe,pero matanong ko lang pre

Ano yun?

Tingin mo kaya mo ma seryoso pag totoong naging tayo?

Oo naman Ikaw ba?

Oo din pagdating Kasi sa relasyon totoo Ako

Ay broken Kaba ngayun?

tino mo talaga kausap

(lumipas ng dalawang linggo kaming magkausap at nagiging comfortable na ko kay yesha,kaya napag pasyahan ko na umamin na sakanya)

Uy yesha

Uy what's up

yesha may gusto sana ko aminin sayo

Ano yun?

yesha naalala mopaba nung una kita nakilala?

Ah oo bakit?

Wehhh,sige nga,pano moko nakilala?

Napindot ko ng di  sadya yung call tas tumawag bigla sayo

Ha? tangek nag reply ka non sa myday ko

Ay,sempre joke lang naaalala koyon baliw

Wehhh,anyways yesha

Oh?

yesha gusto ko sana totohanin yon

Yung ano??????