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ghxstlypuppet · 2 years

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This was suposed to be just a comfort fic thing because i've been having a Matt brainrot lately and idk why ,but things got out of hand as they usually do for me so oopsie-

I wasn't going to post but depending on the feedback on this one i might write more.

Comfort fic • Eddsworld

Genre : kinda angst and fluff

Gender neutral reader

Warnings : a few cuss words nothing much tho

Word count : i have no idea it was like 8 or 9 pages of my phone notes

KEEP IN MIND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS AND STUFF LIKE THAT

~Enjoy~

You got home after a very stressful day at work, life has not been treating you well lately and you just feel drained extremely exhausted not having time to do the things you like or even to talk with your friends, you were staying at your friends house for the weekend you thought that being there with them could make you feel better , after all they always knew a way to cheer you up, when you got there tho you were greeted with nothing but silence , the boys, Edd, Tom, Matt amd Tord had all gone out to buy snacks and food even drinks for that weekend they wanted it to be special for you, you sighed after knocking on the door a few times and getting no answear so you texted them in the little group you guys had, they quickly answeared and Matt said he was going to meet you there while the others kept buying the snacks, you agreed and waited even tho you were exhausted and feeling overwhelmed, some customers had treated you terribly today and you felt that it wouldn't take much more for you to break down at any moment, you were strong and often tried not to show much of your emotions but sometimes everything was too much and you had to take it all off, you didn't noticed you were zooning out until you felt a few taps on your shoulder, you slightly jumped being caught by surprised but sighed

- Hey Matt

- Hey y/n! ...ahm..are you alright?

The tall ginger asked, he could tell something was off but he never liked to push you into talking unlike Tord he was very patient even Tom was more patient than Tord but all of them always tried to help somehow

- Uh yeah i'm fine , just tired had a lot of work..

You said forcing a smile not even noticing your eyes tearing up a little just with Matt's simple question

- Well, alrighty then let's head inside the others will be back soon, they are just buying a lot , believe me, a lot of stuff ,edd wants to make sure that the cola will be enoughz Tom's buying doritos and smirnoff of course but he's also buying some of your favorite snacks, and even Tord was talking about buying the gummy worms that you like

- He remembered that?

- It's all he kept talking about to be honest

You asked kinda surprised , of all of them Tord was the one you talked less it was hard to get close to him for some reason. You and Matt got inside the house and you took a seat on the sofa sighing once more , Matt looked at you for a moment his expression changing to one of worry, he then approached you and sat beside you on the sofa , one of his hands patting your back gently as he spoke

- You know you can talk to me right? I worry and i care about you, me , edd, tom even tord, i know you guys aren't that close but still, you seemed a bit off since i saw you outside, it's not good to keep things inside for too long y/n..

And that was it... His gentle voice full of worry, his soft pats on your back, that was what made you start sobbing without even noticing , you grabbed the fabric of your hoodie looking down while the tears started to fall , Matt got even more worried thinking it was something he said

- H-Hey i'm sorry i didn't mea-

Before he could finish you turned around looking at him and almost jumping on the ginger for a hug , you couldn't say nothing the sobbing made your words sound like nonsense , Matt hugged you back ,a tight yet soft hug

- It's okay... i'm here and soon the others will be here too... it's gonna be alright

He said patting your back, your tears were soaking his shoulder he could feel the warmth but he just wanted to comfort you now

- I-I'm s-sorry i'm kinda soaking your coat...

You said managing to let out a giggle trying to dry your tears, you could hear Matt chuckling while he hugged you slightly more thight now, after what feel like eternity your sobs were calming down you let go of the hug

- Sorry about that...

- You say sorry waay too much you know?

- Oh.. s- I mean yeah i guess..

Matt giggled patting your hair and using the sleeves of his hoodie to dry up your face

- Are you feeling better now? Wanna talk about what happened?

- Yeah... i'm good, thank you Matt, uh i.. i don't know i'm just exhausted ,guess i can say that life had been being a bitch with me, work has been killing me , im not having time to myself, i thought i would have to cancel this weekend with you guys...

As you were talking you heard a comotion outside it was the others comming back, shit, your face was puffed you looked terrible at the same time you didn't wanted them to see you like that you also couldn't care less at that moment, you and Matt watched as the door handle turned and the door opened, you tried your best to give the boys a smile and waved at them but they were more than quick to drop everything (carefully) on the floor and the sofa and run at your directionn, Edd was the first to talk to you

-What happened? Were you crying? Why??

You laughed a bit , nodding but reassuring him that you were okay now

- It was just exhaustion but Matt helped me a lot...

You said grabbing Matt's hand and rubbing it sofly smiling at him before letting go, he blushed bit but smiled at you , Tom was sitting on the sofa's arm beside you and he messed with your hair before saying

- Been keeping stuff for yourself again huh? You know that it's not good to do that

- Oh i wonder with who i learned to do it...

You said starring at him, you knew the boys for a few years now and ended up picking some habits from all of them, you kept starring at Tom until he said something that you couldnt make out what it was before getting up and getting some of the groceries going to the kitchen, you laughed at that before you "accidentally" crossed eyes with Tord

- What?

He said looking at you, he was never the best person to give advice or comfort but he sighed

- Don't be like this Tord

Matt said looking at Tord that sighed rolling his eyes

- Remember when you lost that bet with me and you had to go to wallmart wearing a-

Before he could finish you threw a pillow at his face, you couldn't even remember now that a few moments ago you were bawling your eyes out, he cussed you and threw the pillow back making you get up and run after him

- I bet 20 bucks that y/n can best the shit out of him

Said Tom with a amused look just observing you and Tord running around

- This is not something to bet o-

-30

Said Edd also amused by all of that chaos, they both stared at Matt , Matt looked confused for a bit , all he could focus on was on seeing you feeling better now, you were laughing -almost breaking the entire house- but you were having fun

- I am not going to participate on this...

Matt said, both Edd and Tom kept staring at him they could here a crash upstairs following by you and Tord screaming at each other

- GOT YOU COMMIE!

- GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARD!

Matt looked at Tom and Edd with a smug look

-50

#eddsworld #eddsworld fan fic #comfort fan fic #ew #begginer fanfic author #comfort character #Edd Eddsworld #matt eddsworld #tom eddsworld #tord eddsworld #Eddsworld x reader

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anti-workshop · 1 year

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What with all the tomfoolery ol' reddit is pulling these days, I thought I'd make my own Welcome To Tumblr! post!

Welcome to Tumblr Reddit Refugees! (redditfugees?)

Here we are:

Very gay

Very hate capitalism colonialism imperialism

Broke as fuck

Silly wittle guys :3

Disabled baby!

So very very tired

Gorgeous like oh my GOD we're so hawt

jiust so tired

We don't do influencers, so don't even try. Please for the love of all that is good and sweet change your profile pic to something normal like a flaming skull or a badger or something.

Don't do Tumblr Live, please. Just ignore it. Snooze it every chance you get. Don't look at it and maybe it'll go away (probably not)

Make your bio! It can even just say like, "Hey y'all I'm human! Please don't block/report me?" and maybe we won't block/report you. (we may still block/report you because we are trigger happy and have been hurt before)

REBLOG! REBLOG! Reblogs are the lifeblood of this site. DO NOT REPOST (that means copying the cool thing you liked and making your own post) I will personally hunt you down and skin you alive and wear your skin like a fancy hoodie and steal your life and loved ones and then break their hearts when I reveal that I am a skin-walker mockery of their once beloved person. If you repost, I'll do that for real.

Likes are just like, a way to save something for later. REBLOG STUFF YOU LIKE!

Don't censor yourself babies! We can say murder fuck kill suck boobies dick cunt cock queer dance off shit oyster suicide bitch here! So don't censor your #tags either, because that is how a lot of us keep ourselves safe and healthy.

To reiterate, I can say I want to skin you alive and wear your skin in a hellish charade of your own persona while making out with your dad. I can say it! If people aren't cool with that, they can block me and that's awesome!

Make liberal use of your ability to block fuckers! It's so cool to do! My faves to block are terfs, swerfs, the usual suspects etc.

Tags are a common way to put your spin on a post without actually answering it in a reblog. #So like say shit fun and cool#In the Tags#like this babies

There is no way to gain cache or cool points here! We're all weird little skittering gremlin losers who love ourselves and our cringey weirdness and celebrate it in myriad wonderful ways, so go out there and post your worst takes, your embarrassing fic, your OC sketches, your WIP poetry, pics of your stupid pet/s (please please do this as much as possible it keeps me alive), advice on which drugs are good, ramblings/musings on everything/nothing, typos, misinformation, jokes, disninformation, what time is currently is, series of random punctuation, ANYTHING!

Oh, and haiku bot! We have our own haiku bot! They visit sometimes.

#Enjoy the hellsite y'all!#Hell #make your own introduction post #theres no reason not to #these are tags #see how they don't have to make sense #tumblr #reddit #hurray

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vinkunwildflowerqueen · 2 years

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i have a really long list of questions for you: 8/15/43/74/4/14/51/78

I love a long list! Okay, here we go:

4. What is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Ah, there is a WIP that has been in the works since 2012. The plan was to get it done this year... and that has not happened.

For the bonus question... the dread part yes. But I have faith that I will eventually get to it!

8. What’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? Do you seek it out? How well do you take it?

It depends. If it's stuff like "hey, you missed a typo" or something, I welcome it- as long as it's delivered politely. I once got a message that just said "your grammar is slipping" with no details about what was the issue specifically.

If it's stuff like "I don't like this story choice you made" then I don't want it, no. Because you can just stop reading and find another fic you do like. Or go write your own story with the choices you do like.

I don't give constructive criticism unless I'm specifically asked for it, partly for the above reasons. And partly because I'm a teacher, so I spend my whole day giving kids feedback and I am tired.

14. What’s your worst writing habit?

Ohh... that is a tough one. I don't know! I'm sure I'll be dwelling on this for at least the next week now, so if I work it out, I'll come back to this.

15. Where do you share your writing?

FFnet mostly. But also I've just started crossposting to Ao3 this year (and I will start posting all my old Wicked stuff once I finish my current WIP).

And I've written about 15-odd MCU fics that I've only shared with a friend via email, they aren't posted anywhere.

43. How did writing change you?

I mean, I've been writing stories since I was at least six years old, so I don't really remember not writing to be able to answer this question.

Writing fanfiction specifically (once I realised this was a thing and I wasn't a weirdo for writing about fictional characters)? It made me a better writer, it gave me friends all around the world, and it gave me a space to love the things I love; which then I carry into the other areas of my life.

51. Share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

My next fic which will (fingers crossed) be posted in December is called An Autocorrect Arrangement- and all the tropes within were voted on by readers!

It's a Modern AU, Christmas (well, Lurlinemas) Hallmark movie trope- type featuring a few surprise guests.

I don't know if I have the synopsis finalised yet, but here's what I've got so far:

Thanks to the joys of autocorrect and a misunderstanding, Fiyero’s family thinks he’s bringing home his girlfriend for Lurlinemas- Elphaba. And because Elphaba is a great friend, she agrees to go along with the ruse. Because what’s the harm?

74. Are you a planner, pantser, or planster?

Depends on the fic really. Usually the bigger the fic, the more it is planned.

An Autocorrect Arrangement, only has a rough outline. I'm mostly just seeing where the characters take me.

The fic that has been in the works since 2012? Fully planned in great detail.

But even then, if the characters want to do their own thing, I may let them. Nothing is set in stone.

78. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Usually there's just a moment or a line where things have come to a natural break.

I really only choose to end a chapter when a scene has become a huge thing, and I realise there needs to be a new chapter.

I don't really know how to describe it other than "there's a vibe."

Full List

#writing #asks #I've been stockpiling these for 24 hours as they come in #so brace yourselves

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septicstories · 3 years

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Big Life in a Small Town (Part 1)

A/N: This is based on the song "Santa Fe (Prologue)" from the Newsies musical! It's not based on the plot of the musical. The song will be altered a tad, but not too much! In the next part though, I'll have to do some edits. But for now, you've got this... mess? I dunno, I'm writing this before it's done. This is post-X-men Apocalypse, so Peter is in his late 20's.

Genre: Bittersweet fluff

Warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of broken limbs, daddy issues, no beta reader, minimal editing

Word count: 1.3k (1,385 words)

The X-mansion was quiet, the cool midnight air only changing currents occasionally when a silver blur sprinted around.

Pietro had his younger brother in his arms, running around. Peter injured his leg a while ago, stuck on crutches. ANd it was killing the young speedster.

And Pietro noticed.

So he scooped his younger brother up out of his room, running him around the mansion's vast yard until he smiled. That's when he brought him up to one of the rooftop balconies of the mansion.

The two siblings weren't the only ones in their family who lived in the mansion. Pietro's twin, Wanda, was fast asleep, her room near the balcony.

Pietro, as immature as he may seem, was wise beyond his years. He'd seen more things than he ever would have wanted to for a 35-year-old man. Hell, anyone would be unsettled when you find your mother died of sickness, and your father was out of the picture when your younger brother was born a few years after.

Pietro and Peter sat on the balcony, a case of beer between the two, a sudden scoff came from the older speedster.

"What's up, you alright?" Peter asked, looking at his brother.

Pietro's eyes were glued to the ground below them, a sour expression on his face.

"Those streets down there," Pietro began, a dry laugh leaving his lips. "They sucked the life right out of our old man. Well, they aren't doing that to me."

Peter pursed his lips, watching as his older brother took a swig of his beer.

Pietro has always hated staying in one place for too long. The mansion hadn't really ever been his favorite place. Staying at their aunt's house in D.C. was something he looked forward to every summer. But, even then, he could only stay there for a few days before needing to go somewhere else. Not just from his need to move, but the U.S. government still wasn't absolutely fond of mutants.

"But everyone wants to come to New York," Peter let out a small chuckle. To an outsider, it'd sound like he was in disbelief, but he understood how Pietro felt.

Staying in one place was hard. But Peter also managed to make himself a family here at the mansion as he grew up. He met the ever-sweet Jean Grey when he was 20 years old. The poor girl had some trauma that no one but Chuck knew about. He got to meet Hank, and Raven, and all of the other younger kids. He thought of them all as his younger siblings.

He couldn't leave.

"You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."

Pietro's words snapped Peter out of his thoughts, looking to his older brother. Pietro's eyes had lifted from the ground, looking up to the sky.

"They say folks are dying to get here."

"What about you, Piet?"

"Me? I'm dying to get away... to a little town out west that's spankin' new," Pietro said with a grin. "And while I've never been there, I can see it clear as day! If you want, I bet you, you could see it, too.

Peter has always had a particular question on his mind, that he always knew the answer to.

Then why haven't you gone? What's stopping you?

But, as always, Peter kept his mouth shut. He didn't want Wanda and Pietro to leave, as dumb as it may be. They were the only family he had left. Well, that he knew of and that knew of him.

Erik was another person he'd address when he had the courage.

But not...

Not now.

"Close your eyes."

Peter looked at his brother again, who was staring back at him. Honestly, he was waiting for his brother to snap in his face and use what became his favorite phrase after a few movie nights: "Hello, McFly?"

"Come with me, where it's clean and green and pretty, and they went and made a city out of clay."

Clay? A city out of clay? That sounds... odd. Peter hasn't stayed too long in other parts of the world, opting to stick to the Northeast area of the U.S. Occasionally, he'll go further South or a little bit further West. But never past Kansas.

"Why, the minute that you get there, folks will walk right up and say, 'Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!'"

Being called son was something the Maximoff boys wanted more than they would ever elude to. Their father? Out of the picture for the most part, up until they realized he was a terrorist. And he didn't even know about Peter.

Of course, the townsfolk of Santa Fe may not call you "son" as soon as you land on the premise. But, two bastard sons can dream, can't they?

"Planting crops. Splitting rails. Swapping tales around the fire," Pietro's grin grew as he spoke. He really thought about this a lot, didn't he? "Except for Sunday when you lie around all day."

Peter didn't know how much Pietro truly thought about leaving. Pietro's mind was full of places to go and see, places where he could take his family and live without having to deal with attacks from the U.S. government.

Santa Fe was where they'd go next in the U.S., but Sokovia was certainly the next best option. The U.S. government wouldn't come looking for them in Sokovia.

Right?

"Soon your friends are more like family, and they're begging you to stay! Isn't that neat?" Pietro asked as Peter took a large sip from his beer. "Living sweet in Santa Fe."

Pietro trailed off, almost in a dream-like state, making Peter flinch. He really fucking wanted out, huh?

"Hey, no one worries about a bad leg in Santa Fe. You just hop on a palomino, you'll ride in style!" Pietro joked, knocking his shoulder into his brother's.

"Feature me, ridin' in style," Peter giggled, taking a swig of his beer again.

"Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!"

"Santa Fe," Peter and Pietro mumbled in unison, one happy and the other more tired. "You can bet, we won't let those bastards beat us. We won't beg anyone to treat us fair and square. There's a life that's worth the living, and I'm gonna do my share."

"Work the land, chase the sun." Pietro ran his hands through his hair, standing up.

"Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!" Pietro and Peter shouted together. The two had massive grins spreading across their faces, just happy to see the other smiling.

"Watch me stand!" Peter stood up quickly, only to feel a sharp pain jolt through his bad leg. His hands flew to the balcony railing, gripping it tightly as he let out a choked noise of pain.

"Watch me run..."

Pietro frowned when he saw his brother's grimace, watching Peter set himself down into a sitting position. The poor kid was gritting his teeth and sucking in harsh breaths as he set himself down.

"Hey, hey..." Pietro began softly, sitting down beside his brother before slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you know that we're a family?"

Peter's eyes met Pietro's, painting over his grimace with a weak grin. "Yeah, b--"

"Would I let you down?" Pietro asked.

Peter let out a weak laugh as his brother continued.

"No way. Just hold on, kid, until that train makes Santa Fe."

The younger speedster let out a yawn, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed, okay?" Pietro said, only getting a nod from Peter.

Pietro scooped his younger brother up in his arms, speeding through the mansion into Peter's room before setting him down.

"Good night, Peter."

"Good night, Pietro."

Pietro sped out of Peter's room, only to be stopped when he passed Wanda's room. His sleepy twin gave him a look, one that he didn't see often, and it concerned him.

"Pietro, we're being called to Sokovia," Wanda whispered sleepily.

"What? Why? All three of us?"

"No. Peter needs to stay here. He's got a broken leg, Pietro. Just you and I."

Pietro took in a quick breath before nodding.

"When do we leave?"

"... you didn't see that coming..."

A/N: Haha, cliffhangers are fun, ain't they? Okay, but, here's what you have for now! The other one is already in my drafts, and I've got plans for that! So, I'll get all that shit out, and we'll be good! I've got so much shit in my drafts, holy shit. Okay, uh... I don't have much to say, so thank you for reading! I don't necessarily have a tag list for this sort of stuff, so if you want to be on a tag list, let me know! And please let me know if you find a typo or something that doesn't make sense. Like I said, there's minimal editing.

#septic's stories #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel fanfiction #x-men fanfiction #marvel #x-men

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lilquill · 5 years

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You're stirring up a lot of hate in the community right now. Most writers on here aren't old enough to know how to respond when they get @ed in a post like the one you made. They will get emotional. Your points aren't wrong, but you can't foster a constructive atmosphere when you look for intentions that aren't there. We're not politicians. We don't know how to tailor all our words perfectly. Racism is bad, but being kind is an important first step. (Kindness and politeness are very different.)

Okay, anon. First off, thanks for sending me this directly instead of vagueblogging about me. I really appreciate that you’ve taken some steps towards openness and honesty.

Second off, I’m pretty sure I’ve already talked about this tone policing stuff I’ve been getting multiple times, so excuse me if I’m more impatient than usual.

Alright, the first (well, second, but I’ll get to that soon) thing you talk about is how these writers aren’t old enough to know how to respond. Well, guess what? They’re all adults! They all have their ages in their bios! I’m not going after children; in fact, I WOULDN’T go after children because it’s a shitty thing to do. But also? I’m like, their age or younger. If I can handle myself maturely in this space, so can they.

Also, do you think I’M not emotional? Do you think racism doesn’t affect how I feel? Racism literally personally hurts me because I am a person of color, and has hurt me far worse and far longer, than some Tumblr post on the internet. Racism is far worse for me than getting called out for racism is for them. And yet, I’m able to handle my behavior better. You talk about “hate,” anon, but racism is far worse than anybody who’s sad that their wip and behavior are racist.

The entire POINT of all this is that people have repeatedly been kind. People have asked friendly, kind, polite questions. And repeatedly, those people have been disrespected. You can look in the screenshots of my original post, which you MUST have read if you are accusing me of stirring hate. So, where on earth am I going to get if I just talk to them nicely, when this is how they’ve responded in the past? I’ve already stated this, but I refuse to be the bone at the bottom of a dogpile. I talked more about the way I conducted myself (i.e. making a public post and specifically mentioning people) here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180938623408/you-responded-with-that-being-said-theres-been

I’ve been saying that this sort of tone policing, focusing harder on people of color talking about racism than, you know, actually stopping racism. People have also written excellent posts on this; you can find one here: http://hechiceria.tumblr.com/post/180945180491/can-you-leave-tumblr-please-your-dramatoxic-blog.

A lot of people are talking about how we should just unfollow/block blogs we don’t like. The thing is, I can’t block or unfollow racism in my actual real life; that shit is going to be there every day, no matter what. Being able to ignore racism is indicative of white privilege. Overlooking racism because it doesn’t hurt you, not standing up for poc when they’re critiquing racism, refusing to tackle racism, and just…..that sort of limp attitude overall is what enables and perpetuates racism, and, once again, is indicative of white privilege. People are also trying to compare my criticism of racism to unsolicited critique. The thing is, once again: I can ignore wonky punctuation or typos or “plot holes” or whatever, but I can’t just…ignore racism. And seeing these people’s responses to critiques from marginalized communities, I can’t just cry artfully about it or make a vagueblog saying “racism is bad!” because then people will just be like “yeah it’s bad!” while failing to examine their own racist behavior. Other people have been less direct in critiquing racism, keeping it nebulous, and literally nothing has changed.

You also brought up intentions. As for the bad intentions of the people whose behavior I have critiqued, I have screenshots of that already. As for “well they didn’t MEAN to be racist,” another possible interpretation of your words, impacts > intentions. It’s literally racist. If we defined racism so narrowly as to only focus on things that are DELIBERATELY racist, then the majority of racism would no longer be able to be called what it is.

I think you should really consider why you are spending your time asking me to “be nicer” in response to racism, especially after I was polite and many others have been exceptionally kind already, instead of actually fostering a writeblr community that is safer for people of color.

I’ve been getting so many asks and messages from the poc of writeblr, and it’s been really great to have their support in this. It’s not just me. It’s a LOT of us. So, please, make this space better for us. I understand that it can be uncomfortable to realize the extent of your own prejudice, and to talk about racism with other white people, but we’re tired of constantly repeating ourselves. White people of writeblr, it’s your responsibility to make this space better for us.

(By the way, a term you should look up regarding the discomfort of white people when talking about racism is white fragility. There’s a book by the same name by Robin DiAngelo, and it talks a lot about what we’ve been seeing lately. In particular, there’s a chapter on white women’s tears that is particularly relevant to what we’re seeing right now.)

Hope you are doing well, anon.

#writeblr drama #writeblr #racism #white fragility #tone policing #answered #anon #anonymous

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