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souryogurt64 · 1 day
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So many people on fall out boy tumblr have me blocked that my entire FYP is random teenagers posting about insane clown posse in leetspeak, their wattpad frerard stories, and posts like “OMG my bff had a dream that fall out boy brought frank iero onstage to sing cancer and it was so beautiful she cried.”banned to daycare due to being a bitch+cunt
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tumblingxelian · 1 year
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Yang & Ruby's Childhood
Oh how I wish, I wish that people would stop ignoring canon and pretending Yang & Ruby had functional adults who were good parents in their lives after Summer died. 
Because the fact of the matter is that they did not and canon has spelled this out again and again for the audience with increasing clarity every single time.
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In Volume 2, Yang overtly states that Tai shut down following Summer’s to the point where his neglect became so pronounced a 5 and 3 year old who were grieving were left alone for hours and could disappear into a Grimm inhabited island looking for a different parental figure. 
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Its re-established again in volume Five when Yang spells out to Weiss in no uncertain terms that after Summer disappeared, Yang, a five year old, was the one who needed to keep the family together and the trauma this inflicted on her alone is obvious. Let alone Ruby, because she was both being neglected and being raised by someone only two years her senior. Something Ruby fully acknowledges was the cast. 
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There’s a multitude of other things I feel Tai has done wrong as both a teacher and a parent, but these one’s are undeniable, openly stated facets of the household. 
And Qrow doesn’t get an out by being the uncle either, oh no. 
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Ruby makes it expressly clearly despite how much she loves and admires her Uncle she is very much used to him dropping back into her life shit faced drunk and being carted home by a stranger and needing to be taken care of. 
Again, by children! 
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He has his reasons and his problems, but amazingly that doesn’t stop this from being a shitty way to grow up. No matter how much Tai & Qrow might love these two, they were not ‘great parents’, I wouldn’t even call them good. 
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These two adults were negligent and damaging to the children under their care despite how much they may have loved them, and the fact that is ignored really burns me up inside. 
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skyedancer-system · 6 months
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“Ultersystem travel is a form of system travel or astral travel that involves travelling between realities outside of the headspaces, layers, or exolayers of one’s system.
This travel may be to other systems that exist in other realities, or simply far from/outside the sphere of influence of the physical world/meatspace.” (Pluralpedia Link)
We found this term while browsing Pluralpedia earlier today, and realized that it describes something that multiple members of our system experience.
Our memory blocks between headspace and front make it somewhat tricky to talk about, since memories aren’t really able to carry over much, but we’ll do our best.
A note before we begin: we are a gateway system, meaning we perceive our headspace as a physical place that exists somewhere. For us, it’s like an in between; a space between universes where they can cross over and intermingle. Some of us simply formed here, some found ourselves here after events like reincarnation, and some of us are the topic of this post.
A few of us have found that we travel between our home worlds, headspace, and this system. Some of us are systems in our homes, making our headspace somewhat shared between multiple systems, across universes. Not all members cross over, however. Some only reside in one system, while others move between here, one in their home world, and/or more.
Headspace is the only location where the memories between systems/fronts are freely accessible. Once someone is in a front, some blocks seem to activate that hide many of the memories of the other systems. I, DH!Sunny, know that I am a system host in my home world, yet while I am here in this front, I cannot remember who my headmates there are, or much about how we interact with our home.
Some others, like Bee, move between these connected systems relatively freely, finding themselves in many different universes and interacting with many groups of headmates and outerworld friends.
We want to try documenting this experience more and talking about it; if anyone else wants to share their experiences with this, please do! And we will do the same as we discover more.
-🔮DH!Sunny (He/Crow)
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trans-cuchulainn · 3 months
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Hi, with the arthurian legenda being entirely christian, aren't there welsh legends believed to be where the arthurian legends were drived from? Sorry if i misunderstood your point but tmk the christian elements were added later. Not trying to start anything tbc i am honestly curious
the welsh material is also christian, hope this helps 💚
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monsterqueers · 5 months
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Im just really annoyed about how people just fucking hate it when the kids they were jealous of and hated in school for not also getting bad grades also report being fucking traumatized by the school system.
Yeah sorry school traumatizes everyone, even the 'ex-gifted kids' you fucking hate because god forbid someone wasnt exploited and overworked the same way you were.
Sorry a group of predominately neurodiverse people experiencing burnout and how their upbringing of being only valued for their academic performance totally fucked their ability to function in the real world dare talk about this pain where you can see.
Its not being privileged and ~humblebragging~ to report emotional neglect from your parents centered around you having to get perfect grades to receive any scrap of love.
Wishing violence on them for talking about it and finding each other isn't cute either.
And because these people need it stated extra clear
This post is NOT saying other groups of people 'had it less bad'. This is about a specific phenomenon of vitriol towards a oft neurodiverse group of people commiserating about how they were screwed over by the system under the label 'gifted kid' NOT whatever else you are imagining im saying. <3
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theelf-online · 2 years
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Tired of the antisemitic caricatures in Minecraft?
It's well known the villagers, illagers, and witches in Minecraft are stuck with an incredibly antisemitic design that despite hope, will probably never be changed. I've looked for a resource pack that only changed those elements (keeping the base game look), and was non-optifine friendly, but found none, so I made my own.
So I introduce Antisemitism Begone!
(Version 1.19 but should work for all versions that include the redesigned villagers) It's far from a perfect solution, but it satisfies my main personal annoyances (I am Jewish myself), and I'm certainly open to any improvements that can be made.
Unfortunately, there's many things I wish I could change but am unsure how (such as re-naming the golems to constructs, or changing how the Ominous Banner looks), but my knowledge only goes so far, and I'm pretty clueless when it comes to these things. So for now it's only visual elements that are changed. If I figure out how to do these things in the future I will certainly update it.
(Edit as of 10/9/22) I have figured out how to change the name from Golems to Constructs. Currently supported languages are English (US/UK), Spanish (Spain/Mexico) and German. (Edit as of 2/9/2023) French (France/Canada) is now a supported language. (Thank you for @bouillefriend here on Tumblr for the translation help!) (Edit as of 4/23/2023) Filipino/Tagalog is now a supported language. Minor fixes to all languages. Credit to @ascelhire for both, as well as the bedrock port.
Because we now have a Bedrock Port!
Below the Read More are Images of changes (ID in alt text) and a list of changes made.
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Villagers:
- monobrow removed + eye color changed to a less neon green - nose removed - mouth shortened + fixed texturing to fit
Iron Golem
- nose removed - monobrow removed + eyes changed to match that of the Villagers + flowers changed to red to match the poppies they drop Update 1: +/- Renamed to Iron Construct
Snow Golem
Update 1: +/- Renamed to Snow Construct
Wandering Trader:
- removed monobrow - nose removed + eye color changed to match + fixed texturing to fit
Zombie Villager
- monobrow removed (eyebrows now angry) - nose removed + eye color changed to a slightly darker red + mouth shortened + fixed texturing to fit
Witch
- removed monobrow (eyebrows now angry) - removed nose and wart + fixed texturing to fit + Eyes darkened in color
Illagers (Grouped)
- removed nose (except for Ravager mob) + mouth turned into a frown + eyes changed to match the witches
nose removed monobrow removed eyes changed to same green as Villager's flowers changed to red to match the poppies they drop
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the-kaleidoscope-sys · 3 months
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If you're going to be "transRAMCOA", I'm going to demand that you start by paying reparations to all the real survivors out there.
My therapy with a DID and RAMCOA specialist (very hard to find, btw) costs me almost $7000 a year. Let's start there, shall we? That's almost $600 a month. Just on therapy. That I am incredibly lucky to have access to. Most survivors are shit out of luck and have to try to heal without a specialist.
I've lost untold amounts (hundreds of thousands at least) in lost income opportunities because of how disabling being a survivor is. I can't work a regular full time job and will probably never be able to. I've been "working" (read: pimped out by my own parents) since I was a little kid but the skills of a child sex worker aren't exactly transferable to the normie world, y'know?
I get by with a lot of help from some understanding roommates and friends that I'm lucky, VERY lucky, to have. This is to say nothing about the *quality* of that life (not great) beyond what capitalism or money cares about, because of course I'm constantly Experiencing Symptoms. On account of all of the trauma.
I can't even go to the bathroom like a normal person because of how much the constant rape fucked everything up downstairs. There is no fixing this. I will deal with many of the medical and mental complications for the rest of my life and this is just one of them. (Does it still sound like a fun thing to roleplay?)
The first ~20 years of my life were a living hell beyond what most of you can even imagine. My life is also statistically likely to be much shorter than the average person's. What kind of price can I even put on all those lost years? I can't. But you could pay me enough to not have to work for all the years remaining to me. If you want to pay me, say.... $100k a year for the rest of my life so that I can live what little is left to me in peace, then I would be happy to consider you an honorary RAMCOA survivor. I'll even write you a nice little certificate you can frame. I'll give you regular updates on how my therapy is going, so you can (sort of, not really though, you could never understand if you haven't lived it) experience this mAgIcAL hEaLiNg jOuRneY vicariously through me.
Go on, then. You want to be us so bad? Find a REAL survivor, and pay up. Otherwise get the fuck out of my community and stay out. Surviving RAMCOA is not a fun little identity label for you to play around with, it's REAL shit that ruins the lives of REAL people every day. I live with this, EVERY day. It's not a fun little game I can stop when I get tired of playing. This is my LIFE.
So pay up, or fuck off.
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takami-takami · 10 months
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cw: heavy discussion of substance use. use caution. alcohol, drugs.
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"I've seen what that does to people, you know," Keigo says, tenderly tipping the glass bottle away from your lips with a single finger.
"What," you slur. "You gonna judge m'too Kei'?"
You sputter, reaching back to tilt the neck of the empty vase above you, stale tongue darting out to catch whatever droplets will grace your drought. He breathes out through his nose; but soft eyes never waver, nor do they lose their empathy.
It makes you sicker than the booze. You scoff bitterly, an action sober you would balk at as abrasive.
"You'd piss yourself if you saw what else little ol' me used to get their rocks off with," you say. Vulgar, but it gets to the point.
Keigo supposes he can't fault you for saying it so crudely, for wanting to scare him away with the truth. You seem to think the mere image of you, as you are, as you were, is enough to drive him to sickness and disgust.
You wouldn't have deployed that method if it never worked, he realizes. The reality clinks against the glass of his heart, cracking it down its bleeding center.
His mind drifts toward images of his mother, of trash piles and hazy eyes, her mouth wide open under the tap of the pouring sink like a fish out of water. Stumbling off to the bathroom, and back for more to quench her thirst, then right back. Shoulders lined with itches, the buzz of a scratched and bloody scalp.
"Dove," he says, sharp in his throat.
You wince as you turn to meet his eyes, expecting to see disgust for your nest of unkempt hair. You expect him to stand up and slam the door behind him, to look down at you over his nose. You expect him to spit words like "I'd never."
Instead, you find the same smile he always smiles, gazing right your way. His eyes pierce down past your manufactured, false barriers, your puffed up feathers and squawking beak. They lock right on to the finch with the broken wing that lives surrounded, protected by bloodied, barbed wire. He reaches his hands over the gates, cradling it in his palms, lifting it to his nose.
Oh. That's right. He's told you before.
He still loves her.
It stings. The burn of your tearducts, the saltwater streamlined down your dusty cheeks.
You wipe them away with the back of your sleeve, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't leave me. I-I'll be better, I can be good for you. I'm not dirty, I can wash up—"
He swoops down, murmurs of "baby, baby, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
He thumbs the tears away, cradling you against his firm chest as he hushes you.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Tomorrow, we start over."
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ganondoodle · 7 months
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i really like tumblr bc despite its reputation i get way less annoying people being clowns on my posts on tiwtter i can mention literally anything i dont like about totk and you bet theres some guy that either gets really salty about me not worshipping the game like a god that can do no wrong or straight up get mad about what they IMAGINED i said
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pocketsizedquasar · 9 months
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it would be really nice if ppl harping on transmascs for talking abt anti-transmasculinity (or even, gasp, giving a name to it!) actually listened to the experiences of transmascs of color (particularly Black transmascs), disabled transmascs, fat transmascs, etc. etc. instead of centering the hypothetical thin, white, cis-passing able-bodied trans man they have in their head who they use as the benchmark for all transmasc experience. any of the beliefs about how transmascs aren’t targeted as much, aren’t hated by terfs, face less violence, aren’t treated as predators, are simply “invisible” by default (rather than being deliberately erased and buried), etc wouldn’t be happening if people just listened to transmascs saying over and over again that yes, we do experience these things, yes, these harms do happen to us. you wouldn’t believe we don’t face those things if you listened to us.
anti-transmasculinity is a whole and unique experience, multifaceted and intersectional, and it involves the continued and deliberate erasure of transmasc folks and our struggles and the violence we face, and the lumping in of violence against us as “violence against women.” anti-transmasculinity is not a counter or an “opposite” to transmisogyny; they are interconnected struggles — transfem & transmasc are not opposites! the existence of anti-transmasculinity does not mean that transmascs have it “worse” or “better” — honestly, judging oppression by such metrics is unproductive and unhelpful. we have more to gain from engaging with each other and understanding how our experiences mutually connect with one another.
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storytellering · 3 months
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tea-cat-arts · 1 month
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Star Rail players who complain about sapphics being in the game are like people who order broccoli and cheddar soup and then complain that there are vegetables in it
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tethered-heartstrings · 7 months
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nothing but facts! (your Jack post) Jack gets so much hate for no reason even tho actual terrible people get a pass. I’ve even seen people pick MASON over Jack. It’s giving racism tbh
literally. every character is flawed, no one is perfect. but to think jack is more evil than hannibal or mason is just batshit insane
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tarmac-rat · 8 months
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Honoring Jimmy Buffet's passing this weekend by setting a boat on fire and having hot bisexual sex with an old man while it sinks.
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delicatebluebirdruins · 7 months
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reminders
if you don't like Mia get off my blog
If you don't like Ethan get off my blog
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divinesouldariax · 2 years
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it doesnt have to hurt more to be love!
it doesnt have to hurt more to be love.
there’s been a lot of very good meta about ashton, taking hits, carrying his friends, carrying heavy things for their friends, doing things that hurt, that make it hurt worse, to protect his friends from pain. because he knows how to carry pain. because they’re used to it. because they know he can keep going. because, because, because it’s what he knows, it’s all he knows.
and it’s true. ashton loves them. ashton is willing to hurt more for them, and it’s because they love their friends.
but, but, but. he shouldnt have to. people with chronic pain shouldnt have to do things that make the pain worse. we might choose to, and that is definitely an act of love, but feeling like they dont have a choice, that taking on more pain, silently, suffering without ever asking for help or saying no, i can’t do that, it hurts too much...
because, listen. for most people, chronic pain is limiting. it says no, we’re not climbing those stairs today. no, we can’t lean down and pick something up off the floor. no, we’re staying in bed with a heating pad and telling our friends sorry, i can’t make it today after all. i know you were looking forward to hanging out, but i can’t do it. maybe there’s some people with chronic pain that never have days bad enough that it limits them, but i’ve never met one.
so when i see ashton, whose friends didn’t figure out that he has chronic pain until they literally felt it in his mind, keep their pain under wraps for over a month, never saying no to carrying something (a heavy statue, fcg up a ladder, orym after he fell, laudna’s dead body for miles), swinging his hammer to defend and protect, literally picking losing battles to see if anybody is watching...to me, that doesn’t read as “look at this strong, empowered person with chronic pain who never lets it limit them”.
to me, that says “this is a person who thinks that love cannot exist without a worsening of pain, who won’t let themself pause or say no or even tell anybody that it hurts because he is deeply, deeply afraid that refusing pain is the same thing as denying his friends love”.
and that’s fucking devastating.
it doesnt have to hurt more to be love.
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