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readingforaneternity · 9 months

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One of my favorite complaints that *those* white readers, movie, and tv watchers have is that there is too much represnetation in media now. That they don’t see themselves in media anymore, and therefore cannot relate.

(Which is such a load bc white ppl have literally created a system where it’s just them, them, them. You can find a full white casted movie, tv show, and book much easier than you can with marginalized group rep. At least rep that is truthful to our lives and not romanticized and dramatized to spare white feelings.)

And this complaint is so funny to me as if I, a black girl in america, didn’t grow up watching and reading white stories over and over again. Stories I didn’t relate to or see myself in.

Now that’s not to say there wasn’t any representation. Of course there were the token poc characters that got three lines if they were lucky. And those token poc characters were written only to help the main white characters realize that the world isn’t as it seems. And “yes Jennifer, my skin color does in fact affect the way people perceive and treat me. Even you!”

The point isn’t about relatability. It is about the lesson. That’s what stories are. But with actually casting, hiring writers, directors, and producers who are from marginalized groups the lessons become life and it makes it real.

#relatability #black reader #black girl reader #poc representation #poc representaion in mainstream media #poc main characters #telling the truth #lesson v. life

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mycptsdstory · 9 months

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After this year, I've learned a lesson.

When someone ghosts me, I know where the door is.

When someone ghosts you, it means they aren't mature enough to have an open, honest, raw and uncomfortable conversation with you.

I've stopped blaming myself when someone ghosts me. I blame them.

Like I said in a few posts that I did; when someone can't have that open, honest, raw, uncomfortable conversation with me... I'm leaving, for good.

I know you made your bed and I made mine. By me leaving and I'm never coming back.

#trauma hard truths #ghosting #hard lessons #lessons learned #hard truths #the truth about me #harsh truth #hard truth #telling the truth #cptsdhealing #living with cptsd #cptsd problems #cptsd thoughts #cptsd vent #actually cptsd #just cptsd things #tw cptsd #actually ptsd #cptsd tag

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scrollonso · 2 months

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i'm from the future and landos gonna pit then zoom past everyone and pass max on the very last lap and get p1 for the first time ever (real) (just trust me)

#f1 #formula 1 #mclaren #red bull racing #lando norris #ln4 #first win #lando first win #im not lying #telling the truth #just trust me #saudi arabia gp 2024 #saudi arabia #saudi

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marihoneywk · 5 months

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Rhaegon is top 3 hotd shipps. Call me sick or whatever but they are very serious to me. Rhaenyra giving a kiss on Aegon’s forehead could’ve ended the war honestly.

#rhaegon #telling the truth #house of the dragon #don’t come for me

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mugrootbeer · 1 year

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TO ALL THE FUCKING HATERS TELLING ME THAT I'M FAKE, THAT I DON'T DRINK MUG ROOT BEER, AND THAT I DON'T ACTUALLY WORK FOR PEPSI CO: FUCK YOU BITCHES! HERE'S THE FUCKING PROOF!!! MUG FUCKING ROOT BEER!

#MUG ROOT BEER #PROOF #FACTS #HONESTY #LOYALTY #THE FUCKING PROOF #TELLING THE TRUTH #NOT TELLING LIES #EVERY DAY I DRINK MUG ROOT BEER

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trashyswitch · 7 months

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Day 8: Truth

Janus is infodumping about snakes, and both Roman and Virgil are bored. So, Virgil pulls a silly trick on Janus, to make him shut up and laugh at the same time. But that silly trick, as well as everything after, is a secret cover up for something else entirely...

Day 8. I hope you enjoy.

Janus happened to be rambling up a storm towards Roman. And Roman, though he was trying to hide it, was growing visibly bored of Janus’s tangents. Virgil could notice this right away. And honestly, he was getting bored of Janus’s conversation topic too. So, Virgil gently pulled out his pet tarantula and very quietly snuck up to Janus.

“So the whole myth of snakes asphyxiating their prey through squeezing them, is very much a lie that should be re-educated. Why they don’t have a separate unit on snakes in school is beyond me…because people could learn so much from these interesting creatures of the ground!” Janus explained.

Roman’s eyes were about to shut for the 57th time that afternoon, when her eyes suddenly fell upon a black blob on top of Janus’s hat. Roman’s eyes adjusted to see the blog clearly, before realizing what it was:

It was a spider! A big, hairy tarantula! Roman was about to bring it up, but quickly stopped himself when he saw Virgil’s head with a finger over his own mouth, gently ordering him to shush.

Roman watched as Virgil shook his head menacingly at him, almost to say ‘You mention I’m here, and I will shove your sword down your throat’. Roman quickly focused back on Janus as best he could. Virgil’s scary when he’s making that face…But despite ‘listening’ to Janus’s conversation, Roman would keep sneaking glances at the tarantula…

…Especially when it would start crawling around.

“The most well-known habitats for snakes are the woodland areas, the forests, and the deserts. Of course, each and every type of snake has scientifically evolved to survive their respective habitats-”

The tarantula crawled across the hat to the right side, leaning towards the bill of the hat.

“The fact about snakes surviving their head being cut off, is scientifically true. However: the idea that decapitated snakes can keep living up until sundown? That is quite false. You see, the snake’s brain doesn’t require as much oxygen to survive-”

The snake crawled itself down the right side of the hat, towards the head.

“They could even actually last a couple hours before experiencing brain death! It’s incredible, really. Though I don’t know how they would eat without a jaw, or know where to go without eyes. That is something I need to look up myself.”

The spider fell onto Janus’s shoulder. And with pure luck, Janus didn’t even feel it!

“Spiders don’t have ears to hear music. But they do have the ability to feel vibrations like we can. Scientists have actually discovered that classical music and Indian music, when turned on in front of a snake, can have a calming effect on them.”

The spider crawled up to his collarbone, and up to the yellow t-shirt Janus was currently wearing.

“It has also been discovered that snakes- Agh!” Janus brought his hand up to his right shoulder, and slapped it. Roman widened his eyes, covering his mouth. Did Janus just smack at the tarantula?!

But amazingly, Janus actually managed to miss the spider by a single inch! And that spider, terrified by the sudden threat on its life, crawled itself right into Janus’s shirt from its U-neck opening.

“aaAH! What the-” Janus started patting himself down and lifted up his shirt to get the tarantula out of his shirt. “Get out of thehere!” Janus reacted, showing a slight smile as he started wiggling around.

Roman widened his eyes and watched curiously as Janus struggled to get the tarantula out. “Oh wow…” Roman mumbled.

“Stuhupid tarantulahaha-’ Janus let out, hugging his stomach and doubling over without squishing the tarantula. “Vihihirgil! Yohohour tarahantula got ohohohout agahahahain!” Janus yelled, a wobbly, toothy smile filling his face.

Roman smirked and leaned his chin on his own palm. “What’s wrong, Jay? A little ticklish?” Roman asked.

Janus squeaked and arched his back, laughing in a way that sounded almost hissy…ya know…like a snake would. “Waitwaitwait PLEHEHEhease!” Janue ordered. “Hohohold ohon-” Janus untucked his shirt and lifted it up. “Gehehet ohohoff mehehehe!” Janus begged, reaching back for the tarantula.

Virgil appeared from behind Janus. “You realize you’re talking to a tarantula, right?” Virgil reminded him, pointing to his tarantula. “He doesn’t understand you.” Virgil told him.

“Yohohou!” Janus tippy-tapped his toes as he struggled to handle the ticklish crawling on his back. “Gehehet ihihit ohohohoff!” He reacted, reaching behind his back to try and get the tarantula.

Virgil smiled and crossed his arms. “Nah. I rather enjoy seeing you laugh like this.” Virgil reacted. “You remember Janus, don’cha?” Virgil teased in a small sing-song voice.

Janus fell to his stomach and kicked his feet like a little school girl. And located on his back, was a little black, hairy, crawling creature. Virgil scooped up the little tarantula into his hands and put the tarantula onto his shoulder. “There you go, little guy.” Virgil said. Roman walked up and very hesitantly moved his finger closer to the tarantula. “W-Wow…” He mumbled. “He’s your p-p-”

“Pet?” Virgil clarified. “Yup. My one and only.” he replied. “You wanna hold him?” Virgil asked next.

Roman widened his eyes and bit his lip. “Uhhh…” He let out some quick breaths. “Uhhhhhhhh- Sure.” He replied awkwardly.

Virgil looked up at Roman, and tilted his head. “Are you scared? You don’t need to if you’re-”

Roman placed his hands down in a bowl motion. “Do it anyway. Thomas needs to get over his fear of spiders somehow.” Roman told him.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders and moved the tarantula towards his fingers. “Slowly?” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded. “Yeah.”

Virgil let the tarantula scope out Roman’s hand. It touched the fingers gently with its front left leg, before touching it with its front right leg next. Then…when it felt the coast was clear, the tarantula walked gently onto Roman’s fingers to his palms. “Ohoho bohohoy…” Roman mumbled.

“You feel okay?” Virgil asked.

“Y-Yeah…Ihi think…” Roman replied.

“Okay. Will you be okay if he just stays on your hand for a bit? I have some…business to attend to.” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded his head. “Sure. Go ahead.” Roman replied, putting on a brave face. “If I can beat the dragon, then I can handle a tarantula.” Roman declared.

Virgil turned around and walked up to Janus. “Alright, now onto you.” Virgil started skittering his fingers all over the snake boy’s sides and ribs. “You sir, need to admit something to me.” Virgil told him.

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAhahaha!” Janus laughed, attempting to push him away.

“Admit you’re a cute dangernoodle.” Virgil told him. “Wahahait WHAHAHAT?! NOHOHOHO!” Janus yelled. “That’s no #1! Meaning, I get to tickle you in one of your top 5 ticklish spots.” Virgil told him.

“OHGODNOHOHO-! Nohoho fahahair!” Janus yelled.

“Oho, this is completely fair! My little arthropod has been badly missing his deceitful uncle. And it’s been ages since his last tickle fight.” Virgil told him. “Like- Listen: He said ‘a tarantula can only tickle Virgil so many times before it gets boring!’. His words, not mine.” Virgil explained, smirking.

“BUHUHUHULLROHOHOAR.” Janus yelled back.

“Say what you want. But it won’t change how ticklish the scaly side of your back is.” Virgil mentioned before lifting up his shirt and going for the left side of his back.

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAhahahahAHAHAHA!” Janus cackled, trying and failing to push Virgil away.

But this didn’t stop the emo. This only increased that mischievous fire in his eye. “Like, my god. It’s such a shame there’s no cure for sensitive scales.” Virgil reacted.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUP!” Janus shouted at him.

“Now admit it: you’re a cute dangernoodle.” Virgil ordered.

“HAHAHA- NOHOHO WAHAHAY!” Janus yelled back.

Virgil sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He walked himself to Janus’s belly, and stuck his fingers into Janus’s belly button. “Spot number 2.” He muttered out loud.

Janus screeched almost like a girl, and doubled over in an attempt to get Virgil’s fingers away. “NAHAHAHAHAAA! EEEHEHEHEHEHE- STAHAHAP!” Janus yelled.

“Admit it then.” Virgil told him. “AHAHADMIT WHAHAT?!” Janus asked.

“That you’re a cute dangernoodle!” Virgil replied. “God, don’t you ever listen?!” Virgil asked in a joking manner.

Janus pushed Virgil’s hands away and backed up as best he could. “Stahap-” Janus narrowed his eyes at him. “I am NOT a cute dangernoodle.” Janus admitted.

Virgil smirked and turned to Roman. “You doing okay, Prince?” Virgil asked.

Roman was struggling to keep himself calm while the tarantula was very slowly walking itself up his arm. Though, his tarantula had only hiked up half of the lower arm.

“Oh yeah, my little buddy likes to walk around a bit. Here.” Virgil scooped up the tarantula from Roman’s arm and used his conjuring abilities to send his tarantula back to his cage. “There.” He smiled. “Now since Janus doesn’t seem to understand the word ‘truth’, wanna help me?” Virgil asked.

Roman looked at Janus for a moment, who desperately shook his head ‘no’. But Roman only took this as a chance to agree. “Sure!” He replied eagerly.

Virgil smiled. “Alright. Janus? You have one more chance to admit it. If you don’t comply, then we will resort to tickling 2 of your worst spots.” Virgil explained to him.

Janus widened his eyes and looked at both the boys with intense nervousness. “But-” He shook his head and growled. “Why?! Why would you want me to admit something like that?!” He asked.

Virgil looked at Roman, while Roman looked at Janus with a smile. “Because it’s the truth.” he admitted.

Janus widened his eyes and looked at both sides. “W-Wait…” He narrowed his eyes. “Is this a confession?” Janus asked.

Roman giggled and scratched the back of his head as his face heated up. “Y-Yeah…It is.” he replied. “I…I like you, Janus.”

“O-OH!” Janus reacted, looking at Roman. “I-” He wasn’t sure what to say. “Wow…” was all he could really say in response.

Roman looked to his right, to where Virgil was. “Virgil-” Roman widened his eyes when his eyes fell on nothing. “V-Virgil?”

Roman looked around, before his eyes fell on the stairs railing. Virgil was hiding behind it, signaling for Roman to ‘keep going’. Roman smiled and blushed a small bit. He whispered the words ‘thank you’ to Virgil before turning around to turn to Janus.

“So…Since you gave me the chance to infodump for a while…perhaps you would like to infodump about something?” Janus offered.

#Teasing #Telling the truth #love confessions #overcoming fear #arachnophobia #ticklefic #ler!spider #lee!janus #infodumping #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #roceit

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toothlespoggers · 6 months

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sorry for that post guys I didn’t think that someone would lie about that I won’t just blindly accept things people send ask about anymore. Sorry for the trouble

If there’s something I could do to make it up to the person I accidentally put on blast please let me know I’d be willing to draw something for you or something to make you feel better

#In my head I was just thinking that the internet has a lot of weird people on it so there’s probably a lot of bad people #and most tumblr people seem to be reallly nice so I just assumed that no one would go to my inbox since I’m a small creator unless they wer #telling the truth #I’ll try to think about this stuff more before making a post about it next time I’m sorry to whoever I hurt unintentionally

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fixjoy · 4 months

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Christmas fortune-telling is a good tradition that originated in many countries around the world, especially popular among children and teenagers. This tradition implies that people on Christmas Day fortune-telling with the help of special techniques or predict their future with the help of various rituals.

#christmas tree #christmas #xmas #holidays #merry christmas #festive #gaming #gamesforgirls #fortune telling #wheel of fortune #miss fortune #fortune cookie #story telling #telling the truth

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liiisette · 8 months

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Been thinking about how 🦆ed up some life's of the protagonists and mcs in kids shows are–

Yk getting betrayed, possessed, heartbroken, nearly unalived to just have to go on and save one or more dimensions.

But in the end they grew not only physically but mentally. Stronger bounding, friendship and all.

Wonder what my future self will think about me?

Do my friendships grow through disaster in normal life nearly the same as they do in the 'near-the-end-of-world(s)' life?

And in the end will my life be just as happy and loved-filled as theirs? Not 'perfect' bc there is no perfect life but you know peacefull at least?

Will i learn to be more forgiving not to others but to myself too?

Probably.

I'm still waiting; but can't await it to be perfectly imperfect.

Thank you for listening to my thoughts btw cutie!

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hezigler · 5 months

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Telling the Truth

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Telling the Truth

#truth #telling the truth #Youtube

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emeliejeannie · 27 days

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I've been holding this in for a long time, and I haven't had the courage to talk about it openly. until now, I feel ready.

I'm really nervous and scared, so please forgive me if this is a bit disoriented.

I guess I just have to rip off the bandaid...

*sigh*

boop.

#telling the truth #april fool's day #april fools #boop

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bafflement · 1 year

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Deaged Oz AU - Making New Memories Part II

The group looked shaken as Willow led them the rest of the way to the private, soundproofed room she'd selected for the meeting. Thankfully it wasn't the room where Jaques Schnee had been killed. Less thankfully, Willow obviously had a lot of questions about his small breakdown earlier.

"Why would Vale wish to take you, baby brother? You were born here, in Atlas, in this very house! They have no claim to you."

"That is not, I fear, precisely true." Oz stated, releasing the sheath that hid his cane and drawing it out, as though presenting it to her. Willow blinked down at the object, recognising it as a Huntsman's weapon, even if she took a second to place it. Whitley's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at it, too... he knew that cane from somewhere, but... he'd seen the thing before. Whoever's it was, though, had certainly not been this tiny ten year old version of his uncle... he'd known Mrs Buttersworth for his entire life, though, he knew exactly what her semblance could do... and that he'd never been able to break it. His mother drew in a deep, shocked breath and Oz just smiled at her, sadly.

"You're Professor Ozpin, aren't you? Or you used to be? What really happened? Why are you a child, how are you my brother? How... you were a public figure, how did we not already know this? We never stopped looking for you, Winter. Even when we thought you were dead for sure, we never actually stopped looking. You were... how could nobody see it?"

"I am Professor Ozpin, yes. Or I was, rather. I'm just Wintertip Pine for now, after all it is rather safer to travel that way given certain... extenuating circumstances. I bear the appearance of a child, mentally I am very much still an adult, but that ties into said extenuating circumstances. As to how nobody realised, I do not know. I didn't know, either, until the rather unfortunate way we entered Atlasian airspace."

Whitley snorted slightly. "You told me magic was real. It's that, isn't it?"

"Well... yes." Oz admitted, slowly. "Although I mostly informed you of that so you would not ask further questions, not so you could spread it around."

"Magic?" Willow asked, sounding surprised. "You sound like father. He used to tell us stories while we curled up together in a chair, drinking cocoa and just listening. He believed in all the old stories, it was rather charming. You used to hang on his every word, and now you're telling me magic is actually real?"

"It is indeed. Although not many on Remnant can wield it, I'm afraid."

Whitley seemed to be counting on his fingers, then he swung his head back to Oz, eyes wide. "You're the wizard, aren't you? You have to be... wait, does that mean the witch is real? The maidens?"

Oz blinked at him in shock, even as Willow looked like she was about to faint. He hadn't expected Whitley to get there that fast, though he now felt a bit guilty for underestimating his young nephew.

"Her name is Salem and she's evil, far, far worse than you could possibly imagine. As for the maidens, that tale is true, too. Though doing so rather limited my own powers, I'm nowhere near as strong as I was in the stories. Well, I, they... it's complicated."

"It sounds it, but we have time. You're still my baby brother, Winter. Even if things have changed. Oh, but father would be so glad that you're okay! Now tell me what turned you into a child? You were an adult a year ago..." Willow's voice shook slightly, but her gaze was challenging, blue eyes meeting amber and holding. In that moment, Oz felt vaguely like he was being lectured by Glynda. Huh, so that's why he'd always felt like it was vaguely familiar. His mind went back to something Willow had said earlier though and his brow creased in thought.

"You stated that our father used to feed us cocoa and read us fairytales? I find both activities strangely comforting... is that why, do you think?" He closed his eyes and, for just a second, he was in a room, curled up in a chair by the fire while a deep voice he'd never heard, yet knew as though it was his own, read the story of The Infinite Man. He remembered feeling sleepy, but safe and content in a way he never thought he had been. His face grew wistful and Willow bit back another sob.

"Do you remember, baby brother?"

"I... I remember something? I wasn't sure it was possible, but... a room. A roaring fire and our father's voice, falling asleep to it. Safety?"

In the back of his head, Ozymandias radiated love and satisfaction, feeling rather like a cat. He almost seemed to purr in there and Oz giggled slightly as it felt like it tickled. Willow looked concerned, but he waved her off, moving to the side of the room with some purpose.

"Whitley? You wanted to see some magic, correct?"

"I'd love to, frankly, I'm still not entirely certain I believe this."

Oz lay one small hand on the stone and closed his eyes. A wave of electric green seemed to spread from his hand over the wall, the floors, the ceiling, in a strangely grid like pattern before exploding outwards. To the others, it would have looked like it had faded, but he could feel it expanding to cover the entire house in a protective shield. It would be unseen until it was needed, but that should certainly fry any Grimm that came this way. He sent a spark arcing into each of his family. That way, at least, he knew he could always track them, wherever they went.

Walking back over to the others, he resettled in the chair he had been perched on, watching them as they all just stared.

"It's just a protection spell" he said, yawning slightly as the aftereffects of expending that much magic hit. Strangely, he didn't seem to be as tired as he had been at Robyn's party, even though that had taken far more of what was really a very limited resource. Ah well, maybe he was getting used to it? It had always felt like that during the war, too...

... oh. So Ozymandias had been right then, it had indeed sped up the merge rather drastically. At least he had things to hold on to this time. For now, that had to be enough. He could work out how to fight off those that would come for him later, after all.

#deaged oz au #ozpin #weiss schnee #winter schnee #willow schnee #whitley schnee #telling the truth #magic reveal #continuation #memories #part two #long post

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ccteacup · 4 months

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