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kourota · 3 months ago
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⸢This story is for just that one reader.⸥
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acommonanomaly · 7 months ago
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periwinklecosma · 3 months ago
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update: writing-prompt-s continues to double down on painting 90-ghost as an unreliable scammer
after this post i made about writing-prompt-s being a complete and total dickweed started spreading around, i honestly thought i'd be done with them for the time being, but someone in the reblogs of that post called something to my attention, and i'm completely and utterly disgusted. i don't care anymore at this point, i just don't want ANYTHING related to writing-prompt-s and their racism towards palestinians passing under the radar, hence this new post. please, if you remember reblogging the first post, reblog this one too, because i think this is an important follow-up. and if you somehow missed all of this until now and you have no idea what this is about, the post i linked explains pretty much all you need to know because i'm not gonna bother going over old info right now.
i thought writing-prompt-s quietly deleting their shitty racist post was a real coward move but i figured that they wouldn't do anything other than pretend like they never said anything and hope that this all blows over for them eventually. but apparently they can't stfu because, in the wake of everyone pointing out to them that 90-ghost aka ahmed has had tumblr for 12 years, they made this post:
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i'm completely speechless that even in the face of intense backlash and overwhelming evidence to the contrary that they'd rather double down on attacking ahmed's identity than admit to being wrong. a few of the other dumbasses who accused palestinians of being scammers, while never exactly apologizing, at least backtracked on what they said and went "okay well maybe some of them are legit," but this cunt can't even do that. and what's more, they're doing it in this weird underhanded way where people who aren't in the know (and even some who are) wouldn't understand what they're trying to do here. you know, because they're a little bitch who can't even be open about the fact that they're a virulent racist, so they choose to only express it using subtle tactics.
anyway the screenshotted post is in the wayback machine already in case writing-prompt-s chooses to do the expected thing and delete it in the same way they deleted their initial post.
seriously, we need to wreck this guy.
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leefyberrybread · 1 year ago
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Sad Hot Dog looking at you withf big ole eyes
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zabreus · 9 months ago
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threatening FBI intervention over a tom and jerry-esque “we would have beat ET with hammers” type joke post is the kind of thing a grown adult only does either if they’re being deliberately hyperbolic to save a bruised ego or if they’re so genuinely terrified of a minority that their frontal lobe shuts down completely
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silverware-drawer · 1 year ago
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Other parts: 1 2 3 (you are here)
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🪹 philza
OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA OURNA
🪹 philza
sorry phone got stolen please disregard
🪹 philza
stop reblogging this
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♟️ what-the-muffin 🔁 what-the-muffin
♟️ what-the-muffin
Why does quackity keep reblogging posts from months ago
🪷 quackitieeee
Wait what? shit
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language.
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QUACKITY WHAT THE FUDGE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WOULD LIKE IT????
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🚽 peterparkoier 🔁 cellbo
🚽 peterparkoier
yo viendo paw patrol: 🤓🐶♻️🚒
mi esposo convocando a demonios en otro cuarto: SKF$J🔥🔥+2+81(J—🔥🔥—+2(2 ("_+$🔥++J(2((#+#(🔥🔥🔥🔥$(_HFIWN[n(#SJSK&LQ(2)KSKSK{€🔥 FJ##AJ61IW🔥@KSK18-0QX8🔥J€{ak{XW&L&SJCB({€{|{₡}\🔥🔥~|388=€666 9ha9*🔥🔥+J🔥SK$+🔥🔥🔥🔥|=WIE63+#)91JX£{=₲NQ 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹
🐁 ksk18-0qx8
Hi
🚽 peterparkoier
oh shit satanás
🐁 ksk18-0qx8
no no está bien solo soy la reina del infierno
🔎 cellbo
oh yeah guapito actualmente ella vive en nuestra casa
🚽 peterparkoier
chingas a tu madre gatinho
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🪷 quackitieeee 🔁 cellbo
🔎 cellbo
you'll all see. you'll learn to regret the day you mocked me.
*versión español*
todos lo verán. aprenderás a arrepentirte del día en que te burlaste de mí.
#lmaooooo alright you emo motherfucker #god damn
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🟥 felppps-6391 🔁 aquimicaehloka
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*i enter the federation church*
PAC E MIKE WOAH WOAH
*i leave the federation church*
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*i enter the federation church*
*i enter the federation church*
*i enter the federation church*
SAINT FELPS WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS
💣 dupe-glitch-aquarius Seguir
hold on let me watch something real quick
💣 the-oldest-anarchy-blog-on-tumblr Seguir
yeah this is funny
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🪷 quackitieeee 🔁 peterparkoier
🏛️ qsmp Seguir
Official QSMP Ballot
🏝️We hope you enjoy the island.
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this is a joke right
#HOLY SHIT LMAOOOOOO #IS THIS REAL #these motherfuckers really know how to run a government
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🦠 backflipo-numero-dos
@4ever-420 HOLA MI AMIGO EL PRESIDENTE, SUGESTIÓN ENORME: it's really important that ALL of our kids grow up in a safe environment so I think you should film some of those anti-drug public service announcements to help promote HEALTHY CHOICES
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@4ever-420 presidente why does it say im blocked
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🪷 quackitieeee 🔁 baghz-quacks
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okay wait so if I hide my armor and i'm naked underneath does it count as public nudity cause im technically still wearing clothes
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don't you walk around without clothes on all the time anyway ?
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it's a hypothetical baghera try to keep up
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I don't think you know what hypothetical means.
#lmao #i bet bad would love it if you walked around naked foolish
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👾 teeny-weeny-rocket-launcher
i think we should make bad boy halo illegal
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wellfine · 5 months ago
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Hey I found ur art uncredited on tik Tok
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMreQSnaw/
They said they "found it on Reddit" so they just decided to steal it and post it ig?? Ugh!!
Wow, that's a whole other repost to the one I thought it was going to be, lol. It's been reposted to TikTok once before, and I'm also not surprised this person got it from Reddit, where I doubt I was credited either.
At the end of the day I appreciate the heads up but there's nothing I can really do about it. The most helpful thing anyone can do is to leave comments on the reposts to provide credit,* because if artists ever try and comment then we pretty invariably get attacked. Don't be mean or aggressive, that just builds their animosity towards the artists, but I do think people respond positively to outside pressure to do the right thing 🤷
*Remember to make sure there's enough context - eg. something like "art by @ landegart on Twitter" is more searchable/useful than "artist is Landeg" to someone on TikTok who has no idea who I am haha
#this comic has been reposted A Lot and I appreciate people keeping me in the loop but it's just wearing me down#I can't do much about it and I'd rather just ignore it rather than spend time thinking about it#especially when people get into arguments with them on my behalf and now suddenly I'M the one catching heat#like it's been reposted a couple of times to twitter too and when people tell them to credit me-#-the reposters call *me* a bitch like. I'm not even there any more you're arguing with the wall#anyway. it makes me happy to see people politely but firmly crediting artists in the comments section :) thank you!#also it's kind of interesting that the conversation has become entirely about credit. when I don't want it reposted WITH credit either#I just don't want my art reposted to sites like reddit or tiktok at all. if I wanted it there I'd share it there myself#and the fact that I don't says a lot about what kind of communities those places have fostered#there's a reason like zero artists use reddit to share their own work even though it's a pretty big platform#anyway that part isn't @ you at all anon thank you for your message & keeping me informed#it's more just how the conversation has gradually shifted from 'reposting is bad' to 'reposting without credit is bad'#i understand that it's because we can't stop people from reposting so it's basically the most we can ask for. but still#and make sure you guys aren't following reposters here on Tumblr. even a lot of the ones who say they get permission just lie lol
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raineandsky · 1 year ago
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#65
“What is that?”
The hero looks to where the villain is pointing at their feet, a frown creasing their brow in confusion. “Are you five? It’s called a cat.”
The villain’s hand drops, unimpressed. The cat weaves itself around the hero’s ankles and purrs brightly. “Is it yours?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s my sidekick now,” the hero tells them, receiving a disbelieving laugh in return.
“The cat,” the villain says slowly, “is your sidekick.”
“She’s trained!” The hero kneels down to the cat’s level, giving it a loving pat on the head. “Sit.”
The cat does just that, and the hero gives it a tiny treat from their hand. “Good girl. Speak.”
A heartfelt meow echoes off the walls around them, and the hero grins at the villain as they get to their feet, “Wanna see her best trick?”
“You’ve trained a cat like a dog. Big whoop.”
The hero’s grin widens as they point a finger at the villain like an accusation. “Attack!”
The cat lunges at the villain with its claws and teeth bared, and the villain learns very fast that a cat can indeed make for a very good sidekick.
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silver-peel · 1 year ago
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more experiment of my birb baby Vulwain and Morr🌿🪶
not intended to be some kind of expression sheets, I just want to know how it's like to drawing them. hope they will be more solid when I made a proper character sheets🥹
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strawberryicedcookies · 3 months ago
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HOW TO BE A BAD BITCH 101 🧘🏿‍♀️👸🏿.
if you know anything about my blog, you know that i PREACH about mindset. Mindset is so flipping important dude. You cant expect to be a bad bitch and think like a broke hoe, it doesnt work like that😂. TREAT YOURSELF HOW YOU EXPECT TO BE TREATED. You cannot demand respect from others then go on and disrespect yourself 🤷🏿‍♀️. you ARE the priority, you ARE the pretty princess, you ARE the baddest bitch. if you are not treating yourself like the queen you are and pampering yourself, you just cant be the baddest bitch babes 😭.
Practice femininity!! i used to be in my masculine energy so bad, i would kiss the ground men walked on, i’d spend money on niggas who wouldn’t think twice to spend anything on me (i know guys 🤦🏿‍♀️ it was miserable) and i had the audacity to wonder why i felt so masculine and why i wasn’t being treated like a women. I LEFT THAT MENTALITY IN THE GUTTERSSS. You are soft and feminine babes, live like it. Your femininity radiates off your body. You only attract men/women who are healed.
Treat people good bro. Why do people associate being a ‘bad bitch’ with being rude as fuck. Stop cursing people out for no reason, thats so gross. Stop insulting people who haven’t done anything to you. Demanding respect and being a bitch are two different things 🤦🏿‍♀️. Also stop fighting people guys 😭 You are mature enough to solve things with the tongue God gave you. Fighting is unnecessary, if someone refuses to respect you, ignore them, they are not important. “I’ll beat you ass right now” why? does it make you look ANY better?? Im not saying let shit slide, but dont do too much.
I like to listen to self concept affirmation tapes on youtube (i also make my own for just personal use) and it works like a charm. Those are great because it feeds you positivity and reminds you of who you are. Just remember, the 3D is a reflection of your mindset 🤷🏿‍♀️ do with that as you please.
i love you guys so muchhh, stay safe and stay soft 🎀.
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mixtapedoh · 3 months ago
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actually you can go with seungmo + winter falls too. i think he's more of a winter falls girlie than lino. actually anything with winter falls 😭🙏
you knew what you were doing when you paired seungmo with my favorite skz ballad,,,,,,, your support and your mind will never go underappreciated in this house ♡♡♡♡♡
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ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ (ᴡᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ)
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pairing: kim seungmin x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, reminiscing word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, mentions of blood (metaphor and imagery), all thoughts no plot (sometimes fanfiction is about VIBES and VERSE, not cohesive story telling), gratuitous sneaking in and bastardization of song lyrics
olive's notes: you know know i had to go full tumblr for the title of this fic. song lyric titles (with something in parenthesis) how i love you, how i have missed you, how you changed the very synaptic pathways in my brain ♡. nothing will ever be as influential as you ♡.
consider my mini writing event ?
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It wasn't the weather that made you think of him.
No, because that would be all too cliche — tidy and neat — something easy to anticipate and, perhaps, simple to avoid.
In a way, you could blame it on the snow: the soft, fluffy flakes too carefree to be cold, spinning on the barely there wind, a graceful pirouette to a gentle, almost forgotten landing. It was beautiful — the first snowfall of the year — and because it's arrival was so benign (unexpected and mild, creeping into the edges of the day until it's whispered chill tickled your skin and it's gossamer flakes were delicately kissing your head), you had no warning against the flood of memory it would bring in it's wake.
It was the couple on the end of the street that reminded you, though, if we're to be fair to the elements and truthful in the story we tell.
Two figures at the furthest distance from your current standing, hand in hand, startled as they walked out of a shop and into sudden snowfall. The leftmost of the two, seemingly more ecstatic than their loving counterpart, stuck out their tongue, angling their head skyward, and after a moment, laughed in delight, or some approximation of it. They turned to their partner, kissed them on either cheek, and then took off their jacket to place around the other's shoulders. Perhaps there was an exchange of half-hearted argument, but the moment ended with the two of them walking off, one double-braced against the building cold, the other habitually turning their palms to the clemency of snow — as though the moment was pure and this weather something to be held.
Snowflakes fell of your cheeks. If you were to be asked, they were to be blamed for any wetness, there.
Memories come in waves, and they are a vengeful and needy sea: demanding to be realized, sure in the devastation they bear. But how long is it before an experience crystalizes into memory? What is the minimum amount of time that needs to occur before that passage is significant and longing for someone can turn into missing them?
You weren't quite sure if it could be called missing him: this gnawing, guilty feeling accompanying your thoughts of Seungmin.
Once, the two of you had been friends so close, no one could talk about either of you without mentioning the other. His footsteps always following yours, your voice a necessary addition to any of his statements. So close your names spilled into the other, so present there was a space carved in the both of you for the other to reside in. Side by side or in tandem, there were always two.
And there were two, that night, when your warmth was carbonated with a fizz of intimacy and bubbles of desperation. You confessed to the secret of loving him and he worshiped that attachment with his lips. Again and again, a mantra that intensified to the fervency of song.
I love you, love you, love you.
And how many times did you say that before the sentiment set to rot, and the permanence of that phrase became something of the past?
I loved you, loved you, loved you.
Again, snow fell on your cheeks, pulling you just far enough out of your mired thoughts, to remind you to finish your walk to that lonesome, quiet destination called home.
You had Seungmin for longer than you held him, and the feeling of his voice in your mind was more resonant that the touch of his lips on yours. Evocative, cohesive, tenacious — something you couldn't yet unstick from the crevices of your thoughts.
Seungmin beside you, Seungmin whispering into the shell of your ear, Seungmin placing his love in the spot where your neck met your shoulders, the crook of your grin, the place above your heart.
But the wind blew, the novelty faded, the movie ended and you were stuck in the credits where words became meaningless and effort was forgotten in the aftermath of spectacle.
The ease corroded, the bitterness spilled, past tense slipped into the habit of your speech until all the tenderness between you was finished and gone by.
I loved you, and it wasn't his words or yours, but something set on the table for the both of you to consume. A sentiment on which you both engorged and drank dry.
Everything had changed, and yet you were somehow still the same. Seungmin had been so clearly and undoubtedly part of you — you carved out his place inside you alongside him! You hollowed out a space for him, and he for you — and yet with the absence of him, should there not have been something desperate and bloody for you to fix? You had searched and pleaded and clawed at the edges of you to find that void so you might set it to rights, but it evaded you, still.
I loved you.
Perhaps it had already healed over.
Perhaps it had never been.
But still, that unfound cavity ached in you. It was filled with the sound of his voice, and the phrases in his diary he'd let you read and you held to committed memory — it was shaped like the palm of his hand when it cradled you, and it contorted to the essence of his grin.
Would it have been different, had you never said anything all that time ago, and instead chose to keep those feelings in a bottle, only to be uncorked should Seungmin, himself, had fallen first and told you so? Maybe you could have kept that bottle of spirits in the most hidden parts of you, and, on nights when your yearning sharpened to the point of a knife, drank from them — an alcohol of illusion — just enough to get by? Maybe he would have found the bottle, and smashed it to ruin, or maybe he would have loosen it and get the both of you drunk off your own delight.
You would have liked it, perhaps, had he been the one to fall.
Maybe then he would stare at the innocence of snowfall and mix the feeling of it's melt with salty tears.
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(ʇɹɐdɐ llɐɟ ǝʍ) sllɐɟ ʍous ǝɥʇ 'uıɐɓ∀
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marsoid · 2 years ago
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ootd
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seamajoor · 7 months ago
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Adonai one of my new baby of <3
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trophyposting · 1 year ago
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this is an extremely unpopular opinion in the osc and like everywhere actually but i hate it when people excessively hate on "mean" characters. like especially when the characters are otherwise well-written and they just hate them because they did some bad shit. its legitimately so annoying
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wren-kitchens · 1 year ago
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what am i (without you?)
it’s.. kind of incredible, actually, how different scott seems all of a sudden. forehead no longer creased with that quiet worry which seems to follow him everywhere, the carefully reserved expression replaced with an indulgent smile, stiff shoulders and a straight back sink into relaxed and informal slouch. it’s beautiful to see. scott hums to himself, circling a hand absentmindedly across tango’s palm. he took his hair out of his tight bun a little while ago, and now it hangs loose around his shoulders, occasionally falling into his face. scott always pushes it away before tango can muster up the courage to do it for him. the firelight dances across scott’s face like brushstrokes, painting his pale complexion in gentle oranges, muting the cyan of his hair to a kind of sage, lighting his ice cold eyes with some of its warmth. tango has never been the poetic type, but he doubts he could be anything else when it comes to scott. what can he say? the man is a work of art, in and of itself.
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scott and tango have some time to themselves, and use it very wisely
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xisadorapurlowx · 9 months ago
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