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#LET THERE BE PEACE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME — personhood & visuals

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hi gm all! sorry i haven't been super online the past few days, been busy & exhausted. but i miss you all!! i got work at the jewelry store today so i still won't be around but hiiii!

#there's a store next to where i work called 'lovebug music'! #THERE'S A LOT OF BEAUTY IN ORDINARY THINGS — ooc

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her hand slams down over his on the console. not with much force, but fast—holding in place. she pays attention when it matters. which means that she knows that switch under his palm isn't one she can allow him to flick, not if it sends her back to the enterprise and leaves him here, alone.   "don't you dare."   harsher than anything he's heard from her.

she's useless at this, doesn't know how to reconfigure a shuttle's engines to get them just that bit more power, or boost the shields, or, or, or, whatever's necessary to get them out of this increasing gravity well. but she does know that they will figure out something to get them both back abord the enterprise. or they won't. but they'll do it together.   "it's not the only way. and two minds are better than one."   a pause. she looks at spock. "we just need more power, right? or a way to use this to our advantage. so how do we do that?" | @prcspcr

#prcspcr #PLAY EPISODE: TO TOUCH THE STARS AND HAVE THEM TOUCH BACK — star trek verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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relaxing. that's a concept andie's nearly forgotten all about. her job—and her worldview—in many ways differs from the heroes around her in a way that can make her feel a little bit like atlas trying to carry the world on her own.

sometimes it's nice to be brained over the head with a reminder that that's not true. especially when it's done as gently as kat has done now. because no man is an island, and all that, and even as it feels like she's carrying the city by herself, manhattan is bustling with other heroes all trying to do the same job that she is.

they'll never make it if they can't rely on each other.   "thank you kat. really. a hero with a name like  lovebug  should maybe be better at remembering that i'm not alone out there."   she laughs softly, amused and a little ironic.   "i'm not used to working in a team."   looking up, her smile turns more genuine, a crinkle around the eyes.   "but i think i could be."  

It’s a wonder to her, honestly, how Andie can stay so constantly strong and upbeat. It’s easy to dismiss - there was a time when Katrina would have seen it as childish or ridiculous, but she knows how painful hope can be. How exhausting and difficult it can be. It’s a level she doesn’t think she could sustain, and the fact that Andie seems to… it’s admirable, but it also makes a small part of her worry. 

“I’m glad.”  She smiles back, warm and genuine. “There’s a lot of people in New York. And a lot of them want to help you. Myself included. If you can’t get to something, the rest of us will try to pick up the slack.”  One of her hands finds Andie’s wrist, gives it a small reassuring squeeze.  “You should let yourself relax a little.”

#mcmorare #VOL 1: LOVE IS HERE TO STAY — main verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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"i don't—" her eyes shift to the side, and she shifts in her seat, grasping at—hope. "the federation must be able to help." there's an urge to grab for his hands that she quells, hands curled together instead because she's not sure how he feels about that or what's even appropriate when he's a king. what right does she have to hope that he can be saved when his hope is solely that he can save his people.

but somebody has to hope for him. all the good that he's already done here, and still the world would be dimmer without him in it. her short time here has already revealed the deep well of kindness, sharp intelligence, the sheer fucking conviction with which he is determined to save his people, but also with which he's determined to die. it's—

selfish.

king solanis, andie decides, is the most stubborn and selfish man she's ever met. the realization bubbles up in her like water rising to an angry boil in a pot, and then it overflows like it does—in a split second.

he's already brought hope. and he'll continue to, until the day he dies and every day beyond it. because the ki'yar will always be hoping for the return of their sun king. the return of their sun. because he is the light and the lifeblood of this land. they'll survive without him, but it'll be a dimmer existence. she blushes an angry red and, unable to look directly at him, eyes cut somewhere beyond his shoulder, says, "you're selfish and stubborn and your people need you."

" if I must die , let it bring hope ."

#little miss “everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it”. she's clinically insane sorry #wcrpspeed #PLAY EPISODE: TO TOUCH THE STARS AND HAVE THEM TOUCH BACK — star trek verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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anyone wanna hold hands and be so brave

#LET THERE BE PEACE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME — personhood & visuals

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"oh hush and let me take a look. it'll only be a minute."   the cut really isn't that bad at all. the (admittedly small amount of) bleeding's already stopped, but tommy is ridiculous if he thinks she's letting him out of here without washing it. there's more than just slapping a band-aid on something—it could get infected, or irritated, or get dirt in it and YES she's fully aware that now she's the one being ridiculous. but she's three months into her program to become a paramedic and they love to harp on the dangers.   "just, consider it practice! because, like, we don't start any skills practice until next month, but obviously practice makes perfect and this is one of the basics of the job so i'm going to have to know how to do it."   there's a bowl of warm water at her feet and she's got a wet washcloth in hand that she uses to gently clean around the cut, every instruction right out of the book.   "plus, you have terrible wound-care practices for how long you've been doing this."

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds also for tommy // @lvebug

Tommy isn't shy. Correction - Tommy isn't so shy anymore. Sure, there's the occasional insecurity. An uneasiness around people that translates to mild distrust.

He's use to flare ups. He just isn't so used to Andie being the cause. Then again, he isn't used to standing shirtless while she inspects a shallow cut along his ribcage.

"It's band aid, not stiches," he grouches. "Which I can do myself."

#WAHHHHH #fyrewalks #PLAY EPISODE: HOLDING ONTO HOPE — 911 verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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"what firetruck?"   she weaves her head into his line of sight, trying to get his attention back without losing her grip on him and dropping him.   "ignore the firetruck. firetruck's fine!"   of course he's thinking about it. bleeding and limping and having, likely, just been used as a spider-punching-bag, and still every spare thought is for worry about the dangling truck that's pinned like a bug caught in a web. but, the need to grab his attention appears unnecessary because he nods and seems to goes along with her.

besides, it's not like lovebug hasn't already grabbed all four of the firefighters and their captain enyo and set them on the sidewalk—a little haphazard, maybe, in her rush, but all in one piece—while spider-man was doing his thing. the nyfd is her family and she's not going to leave them (quite literally) hanging. but spidey's her family, too.

the white eyes of her mask squint into two thin lines, assessing.   "i won't call you an idiot again if you don't be an idiot."   and then her gaze turns to the skyline, she picks a building, fires a webline, and slingshots off the ground towards it, trusting that spider-man will follow like he said.

The fire truck was looked at again and Peter blinked up at it, "...They're going to need a crane to get it down from there." that was going to be a little complicated to manage but he didn't really have the time in the moment to lower it himself. Not with everything else going on. It kind of looked like the doors were open though and he looked back over at Lovebug as she got a hold of him, "...I'm going to guess you're the one who got anyone in there out, while I was busy being made into a living, spider frisbee around the block. And they didn't just climb down the webbing. Or maybe they did, it's kind of a blur..." he was pretty sure the firehydrant that was currently washing the street was taken out by him.

As in Peter was thrown into it and probably cracked a bone or five along the way.

He recognized the tone in her voice, though, and what it implied. Which was that he shouldn't bother arguing because there was no winning if he tried. Aunt May had used that some tone many times and several of them aimed at him. The area was glanced over again, part to take stock of the guy he'd been having to fight and be sure he was still down, and part to make sure no one was standing somewhere dangerous. Like say, under a firetruck suspended by synthetic webbing. Peter winced and finally nodded, "...just somewhere up top, out of sight. Pick a rooftop, I'll be able to keep up. I just need a minute to catch my breath." or ten minutes, maybe. Then he needed something to eat and drink, try and jumpstart that healing his body was going to be doing the rest of the day and into the night, "But I'm only agreeing to stay put if you don't call me an idiot for a third time."

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#localwebslingers #VOL 11: GREATER TOGETHER — tasm verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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a breathless laugh escapes her, dizzy-high. she feels a little out of body, or maybe like her body extends beyond her—like she is what's left of the milling crowd and is the soft buzz-hum of the lights overhead. like she is the air and was the music. she'd always loved live music, but getting to be on stage and participate in that music is unlike anything else.   "post-show sweaty, maybe."   the giddiness in her voice betrays her, though. she feels incredible and has just had the most fun that she's ever had, maybe ever. her grin is stuck in place, maybe forever; she couldn't dim it even if she had any desire to (and she doesn't).

she grips mina's hands back just as tight, the two of them holding tight and quite literally jumping for joy like tweens in a movie. it morphs when andie can no longer resist the urge—she tugs mina into a hug.   "i felt amazing. holy shit!"   she grips mina's arms again.   "we have to go celebrate! dinner! come with the band for dinner!"

throughout her career, mina's learned there's very little she enjoys more than watching someone new find their place in the spotlight. watching the way they take it all in, eyes hungry and glimmering and burning with a fire that could rival the stage lights — it's like something magic. sure, you never really get used to being up there, not really ( never gets old for her, that's for sure ), but that first little while, those first few performances, are something really special. andie was practically glowing up there.

❛ are you kidding? ❜ she laughs, phone camera still held up high despite having taken no less than a dozen new photos already ( in addition to the thirty or so others she must have taken during the show ), ❛ this is when it looks its best! it's the post-show glow! ❜ and though she's teasing, she means it. once onstage, she snaps a few more photos from her new angle, before dropping her phone into her pocket so she can grasp andie's hands excitedly, bouncing on her heels. ❛ you were great! holy shit! you sounded amazing. seriously. ❜

#deatheless #VOL 6: SING IT FROM THE HEART — musician verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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#LET THERE BE PEACE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME — personhood & visuals

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the two single most important moments in andie and romeo's origin are them noticing the other. the first is andie at the moment of the spider-bite: from across the room she catches romeo laughing with a friend, her attention caught like something right out of a movie, and she feels a crush blooming in her chest. and right at that very moment, the spider bites her. there's a spike of emotion, and venom running through her, and she faints. quite literally, she swoons. the other is romeo being saved by andie for the first time. lovebug doesn't even exist yet—it's just andie stepping into the chaos to save the boy she loves. and he sees her, like atlas above him, holding the world. he's the first one to know about her powers and it's because he's the one who notices her. at the very center of their love is the act of looking, of knowing and understanding each other.

#i forgot i made this what if i explode #THE HEART AT THE CENTER OF THE SUIT — feat. romeo dixon (entriprises)

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walkeddeath said: “I HAVE AN IDIOTICALLY DANGEROUS PLAN”

not words that typically instill confidence, but the situation is growing increasingly dire and andie's willing to try anything.

because it really shouldn't be this hard to change a light bulb.

and yet andie and gen together make the two shortest people that andie, or most of the greater los angeles area, knows personally. her hands come to her hips as her gaze goes up, up, up, and with a sigh she prompts:   "gen, i'm willing to try anything at this point."   she's a first responder. if anything goes wrong at least she's here to respond quickly. (and if she's the one getting injured, well then—at least they know gen's pretty nifty with 911.)

#walkeddeath #PLAY EPISODE: HOLDING ONTO HOPE — 911 verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads #sorry fhsdfhajkvbc

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#SERIES: THE CITY OF SILK — fantasy verse

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andie had thought it was porthos, maybe. if she had been forced to guess, she'd guess porthos. (she'd also been off by about a few hundred years for it to be porthos.)

it's frustratingly, sadly easy to imagine—a small dog wrapped in shiny gray metal—the first to see the stars—all in the name of science. her eyes go sad and round, but she listens intently. did anyone know? did anyone try to save her? she wants to ask. so she does. "did anyone know? did they try to save her?" andie's seen enough of this world to know that someone must have. how many hundreds of people worked together to make this happen? you couldn't convince her for a second that laika was entirely alone up there. it's exactly as mark said we think everything can be saved.

someone would have tried.

his head rocks back and forth, the answer to her question is unclear. “i think most people think that the first was archer’s— porthos. it’s a common misconception when space travel has evolved so much in the last centuries.” he gives her a smile, head turned towards her as he adjusts his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. “during the space race, the then soviet space program sent a hell of a lot of dogs into space, and in 1957 they sent a little dog named laika into orbit. she way a stray they’d picked up off the streets, and in those days people were just barely beginning to fathom the idea of humans up in space, so when they sent her they never sent her with any way to come back home.”

a lot of lives have been lost in space: dogs, kids, crewmates, you name it. there were so many moments on that cold planet that mark swore to himself that he wouldn’t die there. there were plenty of other moments when he thought he’d at least be in good company.

“and when she died, they didn’t tell anyone— not at first. most of the world believed she could be saved.” his gaze leaves andie, looking out before them both. “because we’re humans. we think everything can be saved.” he thinks of her to be proof of that. “even when we know very little about what the hell we’re dealing with.” he’s proof of that too.

#you're mean and evil and i hate you. #i hope this is okay #entriprises #PLAY EPISODE: TO TOUCH THE STARS AND HAVE THEM TOUCH BACK — star trek verse #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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Accessibility within the RPC

How we can make it a better place for everyone. These tips are coming from a accessibility educator and web tester. It's not comprehensive, but meant to give you a crash course. Especially on the most common RPC trends.

General

The more you deviate from standard English writing, the more people are going to be less likely to be able to read and interact with you. People with disabilities, neuro-divergence, or even normal people whose time is limited will be effected with each deviation.

While tools exist to make these things easier to curate someone's experience, their functionality is limited. The large majority of them work by modifying standard English sentence structure. They tend to break or not function properly otherwise.

Some screenreaders for example struggle with all lowercase/uppercase text, double/multi spacing between words, lack of punctuation, etc. They will end up reading the text back in very odd ways.

Color can be make it difficult as well. The themes on Tumblr are varied. Your writing partner could be using these theme and your colored text is nearly impossible to read because of their theme. There are also color contrast issues for people with varying degrees of color blindness.

Accessibility is not one size fits all. Talk with your writing partners about their specific needs.

Tips for a more accessible blog and replies

Look for themes / carrds that are W3G compliant.

Don't use all lowercase text in your replies ( lapslock ).

Don't use all uppercase text outside of well-known acronyms.

Don't put multiple spaces between your words.

Use punctuation in your sentences.

Don't use color in your blog's text.

Use themes / carrds that say what the button/link is for. I, II, III, IV don't really give an indication of what's there. List it out: Rules, Muses, Connections, etc.

Make sure your theme uses at least 16px font sizing. Tumblr's post small font is 13px which is below the standard. The regular font however fits.

Don't make important links or link context like text appear on hover. A mobile device can't see it. Someone who is keyboard only can't either.

Again this isn't comprehensive, but it will give you a start. This is to help be more inclusive with your replies and blogs. This isn't to shame anyone for their aesthetics, but to point out things we can all do to make the RPC more accessible.

What if I like my aesthetics and don't want to change?

That's fine. Just understand it means fewer people can read, process, or comprehend your writing. Better yet if you don't want to switch and instead compromise? Make it very clear in either your rules, pinned post, carrd, etc that you will absolutely switch to regular formatting upon request.

This will help bridge the gap that people with fewer spoons to reach out over this will feel more comfortable doing so.

At the end of the day when we make our replies and RP blogs accessible for those who need it, we make it more accessible for everyone.

#i didn't know about all of this i will be... thinking about my formatting

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THE KINARD-ELIOTS ARE HOSTING SECOND SEDAR!

second sedar will be april 23rd at 6pm! it's a small apartment, but everyone is welcome. regular guests know what to expect—and if you're bringing a guest just let us know. at least 3 vegetarians will be in attendance so please make sure that you're accommodating!

our household are going to provide all the ritual food items and the brisket! we're fine with kitniyot like legumes, rice, and corn!

what would YOU like to bring? let us know so we can prepare.

cheers, tommy & andie

#this was supposed to go out like 2 weeks ago i forgot about it in my drafts #happy passover to all my jewish followers and muses!

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