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Hey! Hey over here!!! I have something to say!

MY COMMS ARE OPEN!!!!

Here’s the info, I’m also open to trades :)

For bigger nsfw pieces I will drop the price down *some* but longer stories take me a lot of time and effort

Short stories are roughly 1,000 words and longer stories for me would be 10k words or more.

#writing #writing community #writing commissions #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writing comms open #commission #commission info

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take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

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I need minors to learn how to lie online again. Your name is Derek, you’re 25 and work in accounting now. Please for your own safety learn how to fucking lie. And if you don’t want to lie, then don’t put your age anywhere. Don’t even say whether you’re a minor or not. It is perfectly easy to avoid adult spaces without signposting that you are doing so because you’re a child.

Stating your age doesn’t protect you this only makes you a target.

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I've decided if people are going to call male characters babygirl then I can do it the other way around for female characters. She's my man now. That woman is my boyfriend. My boytoy even.

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Content warning: talks briefly of sexual assault, ptsd, birthdays, and just raine rambling

Hey friends! I know I haven’t written much lately but life got busy (I moved out, am attending college, etc etc) but I just wanted to take a moment to talk about today. September 21st is my birthday, and for the longest time I hated celebrating it.

I don’t remember many birthdays, my fiftieth birthday I spent reeling from the trauma of getting sexually assaulted by my partner at the time, and having my feelings disregarded afterwards. I had come home and ate pancakes for dinner with my sister and her boyfriend fighting off a panic attack, I still can’t eat captain crunch pancakes three years later.

My sixteenth birthday I didn’t want to celebrate, I didn’t see much reason to. I was getting harassed and threatened by the local moms for liberty branch for a video of me on a pride float giving my partner at the time a kiss on the cheek. I spent my birthday anxiously watching a school board meeting trying to stomach the cake my parents got me, watching people come to defend a stranger while dealing with my ptsd. My friends eased my anxieties, my friend got breakfast from a gas station on our way to school, other friends bought me small presents and told me I’d be okay. My birthday suddenly felt a little easier to celebrate.

My seventeenth birthday I spent chatting with a guy who was older than me, having fallen into a toxic friend group online and struggling with ptsd. I had dreaded the day for the whole month, but my friends made the day easier. They got me gifts, and I couldn’t go into my classes without my teachers greeting me with a happy birthday and a small gift. I had thought no one would remember, but they did and made an effort to make a day I hated easier on me. I was helping to build a float with the dungeons and dragons club for home coming and when I got to float building the day after I was showered with belated happy birthdays and laughter as we put the finishing touches on the float.

And now, my eighteenth birthday. I’ve been living on my own for about a month now, yesterday I was depressed and tired from working myself too much trying to make rent and dreading my classes. But on my walk back to the apartment I stopped to get myself dinner and the smile of the kind man behind the counter as he took my order and gave me a student discount seemed to snap me out of it (along with the delicious pad thai I got). I was able to call and talk with my girlfriend and rant about my job, and at around 10 I was able to open my birthday gifts a little early (it was a blåhaj, incense sticks, a new holder, and a little book called “pet this f*cking puppy”) and talked with my roommates (two of my longtime best friends) about our days, laughing nearly to the point of tears before going to work on my homework. This morning I got myself Starbucks and when I checked my social media was flooded with happy birthday messages from friends and family. I’m going to go back home to have dinner with my parents and see my girlfriend.

What I’m trying to say is, it does get easier. It doesn’t seem much like it but year by year, it does get easier. Your birthday is something worth celebrating, maybe not to you but to those around you it’s worth it. I promise you, there’s someone who looks forward to your birthday every year it rolls around.

#finn speaks #birthday #ramblings #jus talkin #hope you enjoy

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Reblog. Always always always reblog.

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

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Remember kids! Support the comic artists! Hobie would be sad if you didn’t because that would mean no more spider punk :)

remember: if you like spiderpunk/hobie, dont Buy merch of him. that is not true testiment to his image. he’d hate that shit, make your own merch. drawn your own posters and make it shitty and collage-y on purpose. DIY baby

#hobie brown #spider punk #across the spiderverse

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Agender people want this too

girls don't want boys, girls want megamind's fucking sick platform goth boots that he wore to fight titan

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I rise from the grave once again to bring you—

Him.

His name is Sinclair he’s my newest multi-purpose oc but originated from my love of welcome home he is also my backup dnd character

#finn speaks #welcome home oc #he doesn’t have lore yet #I’ll write him some soon #I love him sm #dnd character #he’s so broken #if this gets 10 likes I’ll show his stats

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Awesome.

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I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames

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HE CAN'T BE SO HANDSOME, THIS IS INSANE.... I lov him so much....the pretty puppet...

:])

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#Barbie (2023)

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I can hear Matpat running