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hello, this is an important announcement of sorts. i've decided that at the current moment, i don't really feel comfortable or happy on any of my blogs. my follower count is high once again, and i just can't focus on anything.

mentally, being here has made me stressed and i can no longer take that. this is a hobby and as many times as i've said it, i haven't been practicing what i preach. instead i've found it to be like highschool, extremely dramatic and not fun at all. or like a job, exactly the same except even more of a hassle.

this website has been nonstop drama and annoyance for a while now since everything went to shit, and it's just not the kind of environment i want to be in right now.

my creativity has diminished and no matter how much i love my muses, i can't seem to do anything because i'd rather be offline than on.

i know it's disappointing and bullshit of me to want to leave when i have so much to do but i really just don't feel like doing it and that's that. i'm very tired of stressing over this as if it actually impacts my life, i'm tired of seeing other people stress about it and see how negatively it affects others.

i've seen anons bully people off of the website, make them delete all because of accusations of elitism or just overall hating on them for things that aren't actually harmful to anyone, seemingly filled with jealousy or petty rage for no reason.

this is not fun, and it hasn't been fun for a while.

i started my time on tumblr at 17, still a kid but knowing at least that things like this weren't alright. i remember being fearful of anons, i still am.

people don't understand the impact they hold when they're hidden behind a screen, especially on those who are already not mentally or emotionally doing okay.

i've gotten few anons in my 3 years of tumblr, but that doesn't stop the fact that every time i see my inbox light up and i haven't reblogged anything, my stomach drops and i feel sick until i realize it's okay and it's nothing harmful.

i FEAR for myself every time i get a notification unprompted. that shouldn't be a response to something that's supposed to be fun. but it is, and that's horrible.

overall, this platform has taken away whatever joy i felt from rping and turned it into a chore. i don't feel motivated and i'm lying to myself if i say that i like being on here because i don't.

i hope that you all understand that i need time away from this hellscape for ME, no one else but me, and that my mental health comes first and foremost.

if and when i come back i hope that i can pick off where i left everything and if not, tbh, whatever. i'll start from scratch. but please understand i need this time away.

thank you, and goodbye.

if you'd like to keep contact and you don't have my discord, it is currently: y/n l/n#0901

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RESIDENT EVIL 3 (2020)

Jill Valentine + S.T.A.R.S uniform

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psa, if you take a white character and use a poc fc for them, that doesn't make you good in actual poc's books! that doesn't give you brownie points. just cause you make your originally white character black / latinx / asian / etc, doesn't mean you're breaking the internet. unless you're actually taking into consideration the way that affects the character and their backstory, you ain't doing shit and it comes off as very shallow.

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battle royale rp blog masterlist. open to canon muses from the novel, film, the film’s sequel, and the manga, as well as original characters for battle royale and any muses with a battle royale verse. to be added, reblog this post and list the name(s) of your character(s) and whether they are a canon character, an original character, and / or have a battle royale verse in the tags. the masterlist can be found here.

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wiress.   the slow buildup of an orchestra,   being lost in the middle of a crowd,   hazy-eyes,   words as bitter treacle,   colours clouding a mind,   the dull cataloguing of common things,  two bloodied arms clutching at each other,   [ i ] await patient as an owl eating a rotting apple,   empathy as growing cold veins,  a puzzle with no pieces,   human-shaped,   the murmured  chanting of a choir,  hiding in depths unknown,   shadows as a sea / [ i ] conceptualise abstraction  +  [ i ] left myself behind and cannot find her again .

panini.  adder’s-tongue,   walking into the woods unprepared,   all that’s left behind,   charcoal-eyes / wiry touch,   love in a foreign place,   blurred lights but focused gaze,   [ i ] talk in circles hoping you will understand me regardless,   a motivation without purpose,   dusty attics / abandoned cellars,  the art of manipulation as spider-scrawled wanderings,   a wolf without its pack,   [ i ] conceive something unconscionable,   being the thing that scares you in the dark,   black fingertips  +  being too much human .

marilyn.  pure white eyes,   unholy prayers from lipstick-red lips,   lightening as tangible sweetness,   the clicking of heels ensuring decay,   waking up in a coffin / digging your way out of dirt,   clawing at your neck,   crosses as a statement [ not a decoration ],   feeling too much and not enough,   empty streets + a flickering lamplight,   reality as a concept,   boredly waiting for more,   spider on the tongue,   rapture-ready eyes,  innocence lost to purple fantasies,   cacophony of overhead tension,   some[thing] thrums underfoot  +  reoccurring infinity signs appearing on the walls .

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me @ me at 3am

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*likes your post* a great interaction, we are truly bonding

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helter skelter (2012)

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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if you want my wiress sideblog url like this and i'll message you with it

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if you want my wiress sideblog url like this and i'll message you with it

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i was thinking... in the beginning, during the first early stages of the hunger games, most likely 1-49, sponsors weren't a readily available thing. instead, tributes had to survive on their own with no help whatsoever from an outside source. and the reason for this was because the games were less about entertainment and more about snow proving a point.

betting only began around the 25th hunger games, as a way of involving the capital's people more.

and then scoring became a recent feature after the 68th, as a means of determining who would be most fit for betting and sponsors however, johanna's games rendered the scoring useless when she scored low on purpose and ended up winning.