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>joins r/saw
>immediately run into a post by the fucking human pet guy who still for some reason uses the same user name and pfp on every socmed platform he's in
>his post is garbage
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immy always wins the bull riding rodeo thing because she's good at rid-
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✉ : What’s your favorite genre to read in roleplay?
✘ : Are there any genres you refuse to write for?
{ Prompt from here! }
Angst and smut. I wish I was lying but I'm a BITCH for angst and smut LMFAO I love reading it and it's even better if I'm apart of it.
I already KINDA answered the genres thing BUT I guess uhhhh mystery? Idk something about mystery is just something I cannot write well enough and I don't like to do it.
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[If you’ve ever wondered what its like in my Mutual-focused Mun Hangout server on discord... well, here’s what happened in the last 5 minutes.]
[This is why we can’t have nice things, @thelittlestdemon ]
#ooc#Discord Shenanigans with Kov#thelittlestdemon#nomercyleft#sins of the sea#immy ooc#the mun speaks
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(sending one email shouldnt give me so much fucking anxiety but it does sdygcysdgduygdygysud i hate doing i.mmigration-related stuff)
#negative ;#tw: vent#ooc / on mobile!#(its not even the actuall immi stuff but prepwork for it but my god i feel sick anyway lmao)#(every day i curse my naive high school self that just blindly applied to random unis without thinking)#(I SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME I COULD HAVE DONE THIS WHOLE IMMI THING LATER BUT NOOOO IM HERE NOW SO I CAN ONLY DO IT OR ELSE ITS A HIGH WASTE)#(AHHHHHHHH I WANT TO SCREAM OVER THIS but its also just 1 email AAAH THAT MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM MORE)#(if i rewind time i am telling my younger self to just go to a local uni bc sure i had a lot of new experiences but i also have anxiety now)#(and depression but i think that was always there and moving alone across the world really highlighted it)#(every day i live in the great fear that if i fuck this up then im gonna get kicked out and then where do i go lol india?? hell no)#(i dont speak a lick of hindi i would probs d word if i get sent there)#(the concept of geo-political units and restrictive assignment and segregation to such was a FUCKING MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!)#(I HATE THIS WHY IS THE WORLD LIKE THIS REWIND THIS SHIT ALREADY SUHCUISICUSGSC)
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As we've entered into the 2024 election year, I Beg you all that feel disappointment and rage at the disgraceful excuses for politicians we have in the US rn to look into the campaign of the two women shown in this video.
Claudia de la Cruz and Karina Garcia are running for President and VP in 2024. Here's their campaign video, as I can only include 1 vid per post. And here is their website.
I implore everyone who has the ability to vote in the November US election to read up on them.
Claudia De la Cruz (Presidential Candidate) is a mother, popular educator, community organizer and theologian. Being at the nexus of many different projects, organizations and social movements, Claudia connects different groups of people to link and merge struggles together in the overarching fight for justice.
Born in the South Bronx to immigrant parents from the Dominican Republic, she was nourished by the Black and Caribbean working class communities of the Bronx and Washington Heights in the 1980s and 90s. At an early age, she was already questioning the conditions of poverty, violence, and oppression in her neighborhood, and what she saw and experienced served as her first entry point to understanding working class consciousness.
When she was 13, Claudia began her political organizing work at her home church—Iglesia Episcopal Santa Maria (later the Iglesia San Romero de Las Américas–UCC), grounding her work on principles of liberation theology. She actively participated in campaigns to free political prisoners; to get the U.S. Navy out of Vieques, Puerto Rico; to end the U.S. blockade against Cuba; for the freedom of Palestine; against police terror—to name a few. In high school, she became a peer educator, conducting workshops on reproductive health and safe sex at community hubs and progressive churches, particularly for youth in the Bronx. It was through this work and her experiences as a working class Black Caribbean young woman that she understood there was only one solution to our collective problems: to fight for a better future, a socialist future
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Karina Garcia (VP Candidate) is a Chicana organizer and popular educator who has been fighting for a better world since she was 17 years old as a high school student in California. From El Barrio in New York City to the border areas of Texas, she has helped lead campaigns against landlord abuses, wage theft, and police brutality, as well as fights for reproductive justice, immigrants rights and student financial aid reform. She is a founder of the Justice Center en El Barrio in New York City and is a member of the Central Committee of the Party for Socialism and Liberation.
Karina’s father migrated to the U.S. from Mexico when he was just 16 years old, and the will of working-class immigrants like him to survive and thrive inspired her to take on life with determination. This served her well when Karina received a full scholarship to study at Columbia University. She moved across the country by herself, knowing that she had to seize upon every opportunity to give back—a single year of tuition was the equivalent of her family's entire household income. As soon as she arrived, she joined every conceivable progressive organization on campus. She led struggles to expand financial aid for low-income students, for immigrant and worker rights, and to speak out against the Iraq war. In 2006, her activism received national attention when she led a campaign to confront and shut down the anti-immigrant fascist militia, the Minuteman Project.
When Karina took a semester off to do a speaking tour in California, she met with high school and college students to keep building the movement for immigrant rights. That same year, she joined the Party for Socialism and Liberation. Graduating with a degree in Economics, Karina went on to become a New York City high school math teacher. After school, she advised a student group that protested against budget cuts, the Iraq war, police brutality and anti-immigrant laws. In 2012, she moved into a national organizing position for the National Latina Institute for Reproductive Justice where she worked for nearly a decade training immigrant women and working-class Latina activists in New York, Texas, Virginia and Florida.
[Taken from the About The Candidates section on their website.]
Understand that despite the mainstream medias desperate attempts to make us believe that our choices are really just Biden and Trump that that is not true.
We have other options.
We have better options.
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DIRECTORS COMMENTARY (please hit me with anything eccentric professor bob) ⭐️
Steph, hi!!!
Eccentric Professor Bob lives rent free in my head, and I’m happy to have him. He can stay as long as he likes. Here are some fun facts about EPB that you might not know:
— He’s around 38-39 years old in this AU with greying hair around his temples and ears. He also wears reading glasses.
— He is, by far, the most sex crazed and kinky of my Bobs. He’s not been with many women, but our grumpy professor is no innocent. He knows what he’s doing. Bob fucks.
— Speaking of, he likes being in charge and the power that comes with it. He has a raging rank/title kink–whenever Imogen calls him ‘Professor’ he nearly loses his mind. He likes when his partners beg, he’s into the possibility of being caught, loves shower and bath sex, and he’s got a mouth on him! Not just to eat his partner out, but he’s vocal when having sex and he’s super into dirty talk. When he finds out Imogen has a praise kink? He won’t stop praising her because it gets him off too.
— Along with @mothdruid, I’m aiming to do Christmas in July and finally post the “The Holiday Truce” fic I promised back in December. It’ll be worth the wait I promise.
— Cockwarming fic coming to a screen near you next week! It’s some of my best work if I do say so myself. Everyone say thank you @attapullman for giving me the idea!
— Eccentric Professor Bob teaches history, and has published a number of books on the Byzantine Empire. Imogen’s main interest is in the Ottoman Empire, which came after. Bob and Immy are at literal war in the beginning of their story, including the sfuff they’re researching.
— He detests modern technology. The only reason he has a laptop or a smartphone is because it’s required of h, and yes, the phone is practical but he hates it and he will complain about it.
director’s cut ask game
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+ PAIRING: Dallas & Cale Sumner, Imogen's Parents.
+ WARNINGS: None. Maybe bad writing. Mildly proofread.
+ WORD COUNT: 1.3K
+ SONG CHOICE: ♪
+ AUTHOR'S NOTES: I had planned to do a special episode on this concept, but I couldn't execute it well soooo here it is in written form. The "Anchors" series is meant to give you a little more insight into certain Lykaia characters and their relationships. Anchors are meant to ground you. To hold you down and keep you steady so you don't get swept away. In essence, that's all this mini series is. Just a few glimpses of those moments between certain characters. I am a much better director than I am a writer, so you've been forewarned!
Northern Vegas was usually hot and dry. It didn’t rain very often. A sprinkle here or there, but never anything more than that. It wasn’t uncommon for weeks- or even a month to go by without a single drop of rain. That makes days like today all that more special. Heavy droplets seemed to fall endlessly from the dark clouds overhead. The air was thick with humidity. Due to the heat, even the raindrops didn’t offer a reprieve. They warmed as they fell through the atmosphere and peppered the busy city below. The slick pavement of the highway only increased the stagnation of hefty traffic. The sounds of honking cars, rainfall, and rubber tires on asphalt echoed throughout the air. It almost covered the sound of incessant sobs pouring out of a grey 2003 E-class Mercedes. Almost. “She has an appointment with a neurologist tomorrow-” Dallas’ sentence was cut short after another wail sprang from Imogen’s throat. She sat uncomfortably in her car seat in the back of the car. Her round face soaked with salty tears, while small hands clenched the fabric of her shirt. Today was an especially hard day. She woke up in a sour mood. Not even awarding her mother with a grunt of a response when she questioned her. She had been completely silent until the first meltdown that came after dropping her breakfast on the floor. The second came shortly after she was dressed and did not want to wear her rainbow striped shirt. Instead she wanted to remain in her pajamas- at least that’s what Dallas believes she wanted. Imogen would never outright tell her. She would never outright tell her anything, because even as she approaches the tender age of four, Imogen could not speak.
“Baby, please stop crying.” Dallas pleaded shifting her eyes to the rearview mirror where she caught the sight of Imogen in complete disarray. Her hands clenched hard onto the steering wheel in front of her. “She has another appointment with her speech therapist the following Friday. I got it rescheduled since we’re flying out to see Hattie on Saturday.” Cale, sat comfortably in the passenger seat, shifts his body to face Imogen. “You excited to see grandma, Immy?” Imogen doesn’t respond and instead lets out another loud whine. Shifting his focus back to the road in front of them, Cale sighs. “Maybe the busyness of the week is stressing her out.” Dallas rolls her eyes in response, already finding herself slightly annoyed with Cale. “It’s only going to get busier. After this appointment she has to get blood drawn.” Absent-mindedly, Dallas taps her finger against the warm leather of the steering wheel. “When we get home, Rhiannon’s coming by to braid her up too. Hopefully we’ll be back by seven.” Cale hums in response, sinking further into his seat. He had to choose his words carefully today with Imogen and Dallas both being in sour moods. Dallas had already scolded him earlier for his lack of help in getting Imogen ready for the day. He didn’t want another repeat of this morning. His mind drifted over to the thought of dinner. A nice good meal usually puts Dallas at ease.
“We should order out for dinner. Maybe that Thai place again.” Dallas lets out a heavy sigh in response. Thai would be great. Anything would be right now. With the chaos of the morning, Dallas had forgotten to feed herself sufficiently too. The cup of coffee and few bites of an egg had all but disappeared from her stomach. That was around 9 AM this morning. And what time was it now? Nearing 2:30? That’s no good. “We’d have to find something else for Imogen to eat.” The corners of her mouth rotated downward into a scowl. “There’s no way she’d go for basil chicken today.” Cale’s green eyes flicked upward, focusing on a spot on the ceiling as he spoke. “We could find something plain for her. You know she’ll always eat mango sti-” He was promptly interrupted by Imogen letting out another loud wail. Frustrated with the incessant noise, Dallas shouted back. “IMOGEN! Please!” The sudden sound of her mother’s voice sent shockwaves through Imogen’s tiny frame. Resulting in her only crying harder and much more loudly. Dallas’ own brown eyes were chock full of tears. The whites of her knuckles showing with how hard she gripped the steering wheel. “God! Please just stop crying for ten minutes!” Traffic had all but slowed to a complete stop. Dallas’ head fell forward onto the wheel and with a rugged inhale she strained to say “God, I can’t do this!” The last few years had been especially taxing.
As an infant, Imogen never cried. She slept well through the night. She was perfect. Dallas she had been blessed with a miracle child. In comparison to her sister’s children, Imogen was a saint. It wasn’t until she reached the age of two and Dallas noticed she still had not muttered a single word. Not a single “mama” or “dada” ever slipped from her lips. Only an occasional grunt. On rare instances, maybe even a giggle. But.. there were never any words. Then came the tantrums shortly after. The only sounds Dallas has heard from Imogen in recent years have all been of sobs. Even with countless trips to specialists, frequent blood tests, and even a few MRI’s- no expert could decipher what’s wrong with Imogen. There were a few murmurs of autism, but each doctor told Dallas and Cale that it was too soon to tell. Even her older sister Valerie, who works as a physician at a children’s hospital, could not give her a sound answer. Only noting that autism often goes undiagnosed in black girls due to the lack of studies on them. Imogen could not be helped. Dallas could not help her. She couldn’t help but feel guilty. She always felt guilty. Even now, after raising her voice at her daughter. Is she not just as frustrated as Dallas? For there to be something wrong and be unable to communicate it- is that not its own hell? Thick salty globs of water littered Dallas’ face. The wetness of her tears soaked her jeans as they fell onto her lap. Thoughts of failure as a mother rang through her mind, making her want to cover her ears and scream in response in an attempt to drown it out. A large warm palm is the only thing that brought her back. Lifting her head off the wheel, her eyes met Cale’s. He smiled softly.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
They were simple words. Idyllic in a sense, but they were enough to ground Dallas. He continued to rub soothing circles along her back as he turned to face a still-crying-Imogen. “Imogen, would you like to sing a song with me?” With his free hand, Cale fumbled with a cassette he pulled from the glovebox. It was one Hattie had given him a few years ago. One that Dallas’ listened to constantly throughout her pregnancy with Imogen. Justifying her constant playing of it by stating “the baby likes it”. He popped into the dashboard and quickly turned to Imogen’s favorite song- Ella Fitzgerald’s cover of I’m Getting Sentimental Over You. As Cale hummed along to the melody, Imogen’s crying slowed and eventually stopped completely. Although she was still soaked from her tears, she sat calmly in her car seat watching her father closely. He smiled as he caught her eye. “You really like this song, huh?” Cale turned back around. His head lightly rested against the back of the seat. “So does your grandma.” Without turning his head, his eyes shifted over to Dallas. Much like Imogen, she was still watching him intently. “It’s gonna be alright. I promise.” He was smiling more widely now. “We can handle this. Me and you, remember?” As she opened her mouth to speak, Dallas was interrupted by a honk. Whipping her head to face the road in front of her, she noticed traffic had begun to move again. Quickly composing herself, she lightly tapped the gas pedal and the car rolled forward. Exhaling, her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror once more. “Immy, you okay baby?” Imogen’s eyes now heavy with sleep, she shifted in her car seat letting out a soft groan.
That meant yes.
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34 34 34 34 !!!
i don't care which pairing but I need to read this!!
love and kisses, immy! x
I had to go and take a deep dive for this, but the prompt here is: There's a ghost here and I'm going to date it.
I hope this is kind of what you were looking for. Piarles because it's us, Immy.
Charles is 17 when he finds out he has magic running through his veins and he fights it until he's 19 and he's failing out of university trying to control it himself before he accepts that he needs training and calls the number on that card that he stuffed in the bottom drawer in the nightstand.
And then his life turns upside down - rapidly and without any real direction.
He trades his architecture texts for books about The Warlock Rebellion of 1589 and his cell phone never works in this pocket realm where this ancient castle is. When he's not running across the campus to get to his fucking potions lessons, he's attempting to integrate himself into this magical world that he doesn't understand with people who have been friends since literal infancy and he's just.
Well, he's exhausted by it.
He's exhausted by the lying to his normal friends and trying to make nice with the magical classmates that might be his friend someday.
He's exhausted by the way the potions professor obviously thinks less of him because he's in a beginner's class.
And he's exhausted by the library not allowing him to get into the transfiguration section like it's got some personal vendetta against him.
That's probably why he snaps. It is why he snaps. Well past midnight when the librarians have left for the night and he should be at home, in the mortal world, sleeping before he has to take an exam the next afternoon, but he's here, leaning his head against a wall of wind asking to be let down one specific aisle.
"You have to ask nicely." A voice from behind says to him and Charles startles, turning to look at the...the ghost leaning against the opposite bookshelf.
He's got that transparent static look to him that all the ghosts have and he's grinning at Charles easily unlike some of the more haunted ghosts.
"It's Lucius." The ghost points behind Charles - presumably at the wall of wind. "He was a librarian in the 1800's. Big on manners. He got himself popped into another realm on accident playing with a transmutation book down that aisle so now he's a bit protective of it with new students."
Charles is blinking fast because none of the other ghosts have ever chosen to speak to him before. None of them have ever so much as looked at him.
"Lucius," the ghost says, "I've got it from here. I won't let him get eaten by anything."
Charles feels the wall of wind disappear from behind him and he blinks again. "Thank you?"
The ghost straightens up, looks Charles up and down and then kind of shoos him down the aisle. "My name is Pierre. And you can thank me by not getting eaten. You don't have to spend eternity with that overbearing asshole and I will never hear the end of it."
"I'm not going to get eaten." Charles bristles because he doesn't need the ghosts treating him like an idiot, but then Pierre starts to laugh - the sound of it electric in Charles' bones - the sound of it making the lanterns ahead flicker.
"Stick with me, new kid. I'm going to save you from yourself." And then he does some kind of flip of his wrist and the exact book Charles had written down in his notes floats down from the top shelf and into his hands. "It's been a long time since a cute boy who wasn't boring was rushing about in this place, so I'd like to savor it."
Charles feels himself blush - the ghost, making him blush - but he sits down and opens the book before the pages start to blow around and they land on again, the correct page.
"Like I said," Pierre, the cute ghost, sits down in the chair next to him, head tilted to the side, "Stick with me and I'll save you from yourself."
"Okay," Charles whispers and when Pierre starts to laugh again, the lights do that thing and he wonders just want he's getting himself into.
#this is less of a love story and more of a oh no they are idiots story#there is a lot of late night chatting and angst and charles finds out how Pierre died#and then there's a very long talk about emotions#anyway they're idiots#piarles
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"Speaking of angsty things, when are you bringing Phoebus back, Immy?"
//When the counter reaches 100.
"What counter??"
//Nothing.
#and now I go to visit family#sorry writing and RPz are put off again#ttfn!#[Muse vs Mun]#[Giovanni Vespucci]#[OOC]#[8/100]
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"it/its pronouns are dehumanizing" I'm literally finnish
#it's ok if you don't get it#but as a finn this point is always so stupid to me lol#suomi#finnish#perkele#immy speaks
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(re)wound
rook/rebecca ; 854 words ; rated G
In the locked closet of an uninhabited, but still pristine house in Wayhaven, sits a clear plastic storage container of VHS tapes - carefully marked, organized by date, and untouched for the last twenty-six years.
(on ao3)
[AM 07:18 FRI
MAY 24, 1991]
Static bars crackle and hum across the screen before giving way to the grainy image of a dim hallway in a standard American suburban home setting, typical of the late 20th century. Carpeted, photo-lined, popcorn ceiling-ed. A tinny gust of white noise supplements the silence and then, a deep voice speaks behind the camera, resonant with warmth. “Alright, here we go. Walking down the hall now aaaand…there’s Immy. Hi Immy! Sitting here with Mama.”
The image moves unsteadily with the camera operator’s motion into an open, brightly lit if outdated by modern standards kitchen. Two figures are seated against a round table tucked into a nook at the side, framed in early morning shafts of golden light by a large bay window looking out onto Wayhaven’s main thoroughfare.
A moderate breakfast spread clutters the table’s surface where a woman, young, dark haired, oval-faced, dressed equal parts fashionable and professional, bends over a toddler, no more than two and wearing turquoise Little Mermaid pajamas in contrast to the woman’s business attire. She squirms in a high back wooden chair, confined by a plastic booster seat but still craning her little hair-mussed head to look behind her.
“Hi Daddy,” the toddler chirps happily, lifting a purple stained hand and flapping her fingers up and down in a welcoming gesture at the screen.
“You and that camera,” the woman sighs, tersely placing down a knife smeared with grape jelly.
The image draws closer to the table and its occupants, causing the toddler to bounce wildly in her seat at the attention, while the woman shies away with a hand obscuring half her features.
“Bex, turn her this way.”
The woman abandons her pretense of embarrassment to scoot the child’s chair away from the table so her cheesy smile and jelly covered cheeks are facing the camera.
“Look at you!” The man laughs.
“What’s this for?” The woman beckons flippantly at the video taker.
The image closes tight around one of the toddler’s dark brown eyes before readjusting until her small shoulders and the full breadth of her features are in frame. “For us to look back on one day when we’re having our food pre-chewed by someone else.”
An offscreen tut of a tongue. The toddler continues to wave her jelly covered hands around with abandon. “That’s disgusting, honey. No one who watches this wants to hear that.”
“Dis-gus-ding! Disgusding, Daddy,” The child echoes, the image still steady on her smiling face.
“Oh, c’mon. I’d do it for you in a heartbeat.” The sound of exaggerated chewing and slurping heightened by the mouth’s close proximity to the camera.
The image falls, shifting focus to the laminated floor, a shuffling of movement as a woman’s voice chimes with amusement, “Stop! Okay, okay stop it!”
A few seconds pass, the image recentering on the cheerful breakfast scene, a wider shot that captures both woman and child, abundantly similar in appearance framed side by side. The woman delicately crosses the pressed seam of her pantsuit and looks up at the man behind the camera. “Well you’d be fresh out of luck. How is any of this interesting, we’re just eating breakfast?”
“Look, one day she’s going to sprint out the door without so much as a goodbye in the mornings, so let me have this. For sentiment’s sake. What are you eating, Immy?”
“Is that such a mystery, Detective Calder? You cooked it all.”
“Toast and jelly,” the child responds with enthusiasm, elongating the vowels and kicking her heels against the plastic chair.
“She’s not eating it so much as smearing it everywhere,” the woman chuckles, taking a napkin to the corner of the toddler’s mouth, who squirms away with the unruly never ending energy of a two year old.
The grin in the man’s voice is palpable even through the screen. “Edible art. I like it. So what is my Immy going to get up to today, hm? Mischief? Havoc? Dare I say…mayhem?”
The toddler giggles with each word and emphasized swoop of the camera down to her eye level. The image then pans to the woman whose full mouth is pursed around a smile she’s trying and failing to subdue.
“What about my Bex. I think there’s all sorts of mischief in store for my Bex today. She looks ready for mischief, doesn’t she? And stunningly beautiful, I might add.” A slow and rather inexpert zoom on the cross-armed and woefully unimpressed posture that has replaced the woman’s amusement with the camera’s focus.
“I’m trying to get her fed before the Nanny gets here, Rook. You’re not helping.”
In the background, a dull splatter of something thrown or tossed or otherwise fallen, followed by the jubilant laughter of a triumphant toddler that disavows at least the most innocent of these options.
“Think she’s already waylaid your plans, Chamber Member. Takes after her old man.”
The woman exclaims loudly in Mandarin and jolts from her chair. Hasty movement, and then joint laughter fills the audio channels. The image jostles with forgotten motion, the man’s voice saying, “I’ll clean-”
[END TAPE]
#my writing#twc#the wayhaven chronicles#oc: imogen calder#just a little something something#will probably be a little series of vignettes looking into the calder family past. to be updated whenever the mood strikes me!
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sins-of-the-sea for the URL meme? 👉👈
{ Prompt from here! }
My Opinion on...
The character(s) in general: They are. The most unique, lovable mfs I've ever seen. THEY DESERVE THEIR REDEMPTION I JUST HWJKADJHKA AAAAA---
How you play them: YOU PLAY THEM ALL SO WELL especially when taking care of all the different cultures, the different timeframe limitations, etc, JUST SO COOL I love it.
You, the Mun: You. You're a sweetheart. I love you (platonically friends LMFAO-) and you are just SO AMAZING <3
Do I...
RP with you: Not for a long while but that's my fault LMFAO-
Want to RP with you: Y E S
Ship with you: Noooottt yetttttttt
Want to ship with you: ... ye LMFAO (ofc if you want to as well <3)
What is my...
One favorite thing about your blog: I said it before with someone else I'LL SAY IT AGAIN!!! The custom icons. FUCKING AWESOME!!! So much portrayed through the icons as reactions I ADORE IT
One favorite thing about you and your character: You, the mun, again are a sweetheart and plus are SUPER NEAT I love ittttt. AND YOUR CHARACTERS. Too many to choose from, love them all. Super neat I would shake them with my love and affection.
Overall Opinion (with optional gif!): 20/10 blog and mun YOU ARE FUCKING COOL I ADORE YOU MWAH <3
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Blog trademark: The unknowable becoming concrete and yet still an enigma, chaotic childlike energy that endures into ancient longevity and yet not being all that inappropriate to the character, and a vast spirit that dwells within living things with an enigmatic glee
What's my Blog Trademark?
[Yes, Hahahahaahah, YESSS!]
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One Georgia Democrat is fed up with some members of her own party, accusing them of prioritizing illegal immigrants over Black children as kids struggle to stay afloat academically and economically.
State Rep. Mesha Mainor, a Democrat, is a staunch supporter of school choice, and she torched Georgia Democrats on "Fox & Friends" Monday for aiding migrant families while poor residents struggle with necessities.
"I was speaking to someone that works with migrants the other day, and when I was talking about my constituents, she said, ‘well, what about this program?’ And then she had to��� step back a second," Mainor told Ainsley Earhardt Monday morning.
"And she said, ‘Oh, but those are just for migrants.’ And so there are so many services that… from a humanitarian aspect, sure. Give them those humanitarian aspects. But if you walk down the street in Atlanta, Georgia, right now, you are going to see kids on the corner selling water because they are trying to make money for their households."
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"They don't have lights on… to do homework, and this is just a much broader issue than people are realizing," she continued.
Mainor garnered attention on the issue after she posted a video on Twitter over the weekend accusing her colleagues of trying to oust her over her stance on school choice.
"It's ironic. I'll say every election year, I hear ‘Black Lives Matter.’ But do they? I see every other minority being prioritized except Black children living in poverty that can't read," Mainor said in the video.
"We'll send $1,000,000 to the border for immigrant services, but Black communities, not even a shout-out. I'm sorry, I don't agree with this," she added. "I'm not backing down and I'm actually just getting started."
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She even accused some fellow lawmakers of offering $1,000 checks "to anyone that will run against" her.
Mainor's deep-blue 56th House District stretches from southwest Atlanta up into the Midtown area and includes schools in dire need of improvement. She said some schools in her area have low single-digit proficiency levels in math and/or reading.
Additionally, politicians are not doing enough to counter the sliding academic achievement gap, she argued.
"We are acting like we care about Black people, and in my opinion, we are doing very little for Black people, and when you're talking about something like school choice, it really helps Black people. It helps children that are disabled," Mainor said.
"And so we put priorities on lots of other minorities, and I'm not saying that these other minorities are not important, but I feel like we are putting Black people at the very bottom of the totem pole," she continued.
School choice advocates also support expansion of charter schools, which have grown greatly in Georgia in recent years and many of which count minority students as a majority of their enrollments.
Charter schools are publicly funded schools that are independently run and include students who are not in the immediate area; teachers unions often oppose them as well since their teachers generally are not unionized.
Mainor said parents in her district are in favor of school choice, and the backlash from her colleagues on the issue is a "slap" in the face to anyone who supports their right to choose where their children attend class.
"My parents want school choice," Mainor said. "I have the most charter schools in my district than any other district in the state of Georgia, and so for my party, my colleagues, to say that all these parents that have chosen charter schools and are choosing school choice options are irrelevant and not important, it's not only a slap in my face, but they're slapping every single parent in my district that uses these services in the face as well."
According to the NAEP Report Card, average math and reading scores dropped 9.8 points and 6.3 points respectively, in Georgia, from 2017 to 2022.
#nunyas news#remember when someone tried to secure the border#but you called him racist#ya this is partially your own doing now
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Almost all if not all of the underfell kids killed at least one monster. I haven’t added up their levels yet to know exactly how much each kid would’ve gained though. UF flowey had no problem with this, and actively encouraged it. Not out of maliciousness, but because it’s how the underground works in underfell. He gave them the advice that in a battle you either need to flee or fight because people don’t do mercy down here and they took his advice. Why would he blame them for taking his advice?
Isaac of course was the most violent of the kids. He didn’t use his bullets unless he absolutely had to, but he still had a gun and that fact alone was enough to make a good portion of the normal monsters back off. The only time he used act was to intimidate monsters. To avoid using bullets he just beat them with his gun. He’s not heartless though. If a monster ran away from him or wanted to spare him after he got their health low enough, he’d let them go.
Diana doesn’t really have access to a weapon, so she did end up using more act options than the others. She’s used to putting on a facade so it was easy for her to flip her personality on a dime depending on her opponent, flipping from intimidation to stroking their ego if that’s what it took.
Harland also doesn’t have a weapon, but doesn’t have lots of options for act either because he can’t really communicate properly with anyone in the underground without writing. So he avoided fights and ran when he could. When he couldn’t he’d use non speaking acts.
Felix does have a weapon but hates fighting so he avoided fights too. He would act if he had to but was too scared to fight, which definitely added to why he didn’t last all that long underground.
Colton did have a weapon he could use basically all the time, and he absolutely took advantage of that. He probably has a pretty high level, though not as high as Isaac. He doesn’t like having to flee fights but he did it if he needed to. He was definitely more aggressive than he normally is due to his little sisters death.
Immy isn’t a super violent kid, but even she tried her hand at combat when needed. She still has the lowest level, because she died very early on and because she’s just not that aggressive of a person
#undertale fallen humans#undertale human souls#undertale six souls#undertale au#underfell#underfell injustice#underfell dishonesty#underfell hesitance#underfell fear#underfell cruelty#underfell impatience
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