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My glitter edits get reposted more than I’d like. So here are the websites/apps I use to create them in an effort to prevent that from happening:
Online Image editor: this will be where you add glitter to your image, or even glitter text.
Once you’ve uploaded your image, you will select animation, then add glitters. As you see below there’s a HUGE selection of glitters you can use!
You can get to glitter text the same way, except you’ll select “glitter text” instead of “add glitters”.
If you don’t like the free fonts it’s built with, I suggest using a website called Dafont.com. From there you can download thousands of commercial free fonts.
I personally like to use an app called phonto and download fonts onto there. I use this app because there are a variety of features that can elevate your text.
As for making an image transparent, you can use the built-in transparent software in Online image editor. But I prefer to use a free app on the Apple Store called “Eraser”. But you can literally find a background remover anywhere if you look hard enough.
#resources#read if you want#I'm not good at explaining ANYTHING#so bear with if it doesn't make sense#also if you have more questions do not hesitate to ask!
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a sad little life update...
hi friends. I know Tumblr isn't always the best place to post about personal shit, but I feel the need to let some things out, and if you wondered why I've been MIA...
a few weeks ago, I got fired from my job. it was a sucky job, I didn't really like it, but it was close to where I live and it had health insurance. I'd only been there since January. the ironic thing is it was a mental health treatment center. but the owner didn't give a shit about the mental health of his own employees. he just wanted to make money. I ended up sending a long email about how I felt working there and what I was unhappy with (I won't go into those details here). a week later the HR lady told me they were letting me go. not the boss. not my supervisor. nobody else talked to me.
in the meantime (actually the day before), I had reconnected through Facebook with an old high school boyfriend. we exchanged numbers and chatted every day. he had been going through his own shit, but had a new outlook on life, positivity and all that. so he told me he wanted to help me. he lives three hours from me, and he even offered to let me live with him and get a job there. so anyway, he invited me to come visit for a weekend, and I was so excited. although we both agreed not to have any expectations (just see how it goes), we flirted all the time. for the first time in a really long time, I was feeling happy.
when I got to his place, I didn't notice the change at first. but that night he pretty much rejected me. we kissed, but he said we shouldn't "do anything reckless." I was like what?? I let it go because I knew he was tired (he works nights and had been killing it all week). the next day, although he wasn't really standoffish, I kept getting the feeling he was entering the friend zone. that night, he rejected me again (gave me some lame friend excuse), and I cried my eyes out. the next morning he asked if we were okay, but I told him I didn't know. honestly, I couldn't even look at him knowing he didn't want me. so I left. I cried almost the whole way home.
he'd told me to text him when I got home, so I did. but he didn't reply. I kept texting him, but I got nothing. when I finally heard from him, he said he was "giving me space". I told him I didn't want space, I wanted to talk. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for leaving, or at himself for rejecting me, but I think it's the latter. we had even had a discussion at his place about how I hate when guys ghost me. but that's exactly what he's doing. he told me he was "attracted to my heart and my mind", something about my potential. That was over a week ago. Last Wednesday is the last time I heard from him. I'd asked him what I could do to make things better. he said to let him finish his day and catch up on what I wrote. he has not texted me since, even though I've sent a few more messages.
I feel so pathetic. if it was just some random guy, I probably would have just shaken it off and moved on. but because we had history, and because he'd seemed so adamant (and excited) about helping me, I just feel so lost and confused. my heart hurts so bad. some days are worse than others. today was the worst because I went back and read some of our old conversations. how could he say those things and then take it all back?
when he knew me before, I barely weighed 100 pounds. I have gained another 80 since then. I told him I was fat. he argued I wasn't. but I think once he saw me in person he was disappointed. he was probably trying to let me down easy, hoping we could still be friends. but it ended up biting him in the ass because I got upset and called him on it. he's choosing to ignore me rather than admit the truth because then he'd be the asshole. that is the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me.
anyway, sorry for the rambling. in the meantime, I'm still living at my ex's house, still trying to find a job. I'm still waiting for my bankruptcy to be filed (just a couple things left to do, but it's taking forever), and I have no money.
because of all this shit, I have had no motivation to do any writing, or even reading. I'm so sorry. I just can't even bring myself to think about it.
rejection seems to be following me everywhere. in my teens, I was always rejected by guys I liked because I was a virgin and they didn't wanna be my first. when I finally found someone, he rejected me a week later to go back to his ex. my own ex husband didn't wanna marry me at first. now that I'm older, men don't want me because of my age or my body. I get rejected for jobs because I don't have a four year degree or the experience they want or I'm too old. I've never been anyone's favorite. never been anyone's first choice.
I had really hoped this old boyfriend connection was kismet. that we had come full circle and were supposed to help each other (even though I never believed in that sort of thing before). I'm so heartbroken :(. it hurts.
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Rory slowly processes the breakup with Jess in his absence, with the help of a pop star who delivers her songs across space and time.
aka the swiftie fic
Chapter 2 is up! Is Rory any less angry? Um, slightly? She's beginning to process stuff. We get a teeny update on Jess.
Rating is upped slightly just in case. Don't get excited, this isn't real smut.
As always, any comments and reviews are appreciated.
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little one shot. wrote it fast. this is sad (shocker)
#trobed#trobed fic#read if you want#troy and abed#community fic#community nbc#troy barnes#abed nadir#trobed fanfic
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Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!
No one tagged me but this looked like fun! So I'ma tag @miraculouslymundane @fragileizywriting @katieykat513 @feather-dancer @leafweaverryn @inkmousey
I put mine in a random number generator and got these:
Our Beginning (rated G, Lukanette)- Marinette paused and watched as Gabriel walked up to his son and squeezed his shoulder. “Time for you to go out to the places you will be from.” She fought tears as Adrien’s face crumbled and he clung to his father.
Stargazing (G, Lukanette)- Marinette smiled. She could absolutely picture Max bringing his two favorite speedsters out here for some quiet time. She knew for a fact that Alix secretly loved astrology and that Kim was happy to go wherever Max and Alix were.
How cute.
Let's Play (E, Alyanette)- “You’re such a tease!” She breathed as Marinette repeated the pattern.
Marinette giggled, sending the most torturous vibrations through her body. “Blame Luka and Adrien.”
Gifts (E, Lukadrinette)- Marinette looked at him with the big blue eyes he’d fallen in love with. “Oh absolutely. You don’t think Luka would fuck someone he didn’t like like that , do you?”
Thinking about it, Adrien shook his head. “I guess not."
Marinette grinned. “So yes: he’s our man now.”
Left These Pieces (T, past Lukanette)- One night, Juleka woke to the sounds of Luka crying into his pillow. Turning over, she quietly opened her eyes and saw him looking at the drawing she’d made of his Kitty Section outfit and she immediately realized what happened even without the specifics.
Marinette had broken his heart.
Rainbow Kisses (G, Adrienette, Marichat, Lukanette, Marinette x Everyone lol)- Her heart was doing little flips and she wasn’t sure exactly what to do because she really enjoyed this kiss almost as much as Adrien’s.
When he pulled away, he smiled softly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She breathed and then he was vaulting away from her balcony, leaving her alone and breathless.
Go Your Own Way (G, Lukadrinette w/ hints of Juladrien)- It didn’t bother them that they wouldn’t have an heir for quite some time- having agreed to wait until Adrien and Juleka produced a child after they wedded. Jagged would be perfectly fine handing his crown off to a fitting unrelated successor if it meant that his children could be happy.
After all, his children being able to happily live their lives meant more to Jagged than just about anything... including music.
Marinette is Sus (G, Adrinette)- “Adrien!” She immediately shouted when the red screen popped up.
His laugh vibrated in her ears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
“But you promised!”
“To get you through the first round, which I did.”
He was right.
“Ugh. I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
She blushed as the rest of their friends chuckled at their little quarrel.
What She Wants (E, Max/Alix/Kim)- Alix felt a bit dizzy as she found herself being turned right-side up and sat on her feet. When the room stopped spinning, she playfully glared at Max. "Tattle-tell." She turned and rolled her eyes at the smirk on Kim's lips. "You win this round, but it's not over! My bedroom, let's go!"
"Come on, Max. Let's go see how quick I can make her cum in her room now." He snickered again and Max followed him to her room.
Friends Holding Hands (G, Adrinette)- Adrien laughed and waved him off. “Of course not. Friends hold hands.”
“Not while they’re watching a show and not like that. You two were basically cuddling.”
“No we weren’t, Plagg. You’re mistaken.” Adrien began cleaning his room.
Plagg rolled his eyes. “Sure Kid. Whatever you say. I’ve only been around since the beginning of time. What do I know? Tell you what: next time you hold hands with your ‘friend’ make sure you give her a little peck on the cheek just to be extra friendly.”
Not hearing the sarcasm, Adrien agreed. “Okay I will."
#lukadrinette#miraculous lb#i love them#lukanette#ot3#my ship!#Max/Kim/Alix#adrinette#snippet#my fics#Alyanette#Marichat#tagging game#tag y'all it#<3#lol#linked to ao3#read if you want#i had to pick from 180 miraculous fics lol#i did NOT include any of my HSM fics#you're welcome#hehehe
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Why are you atheist??
I’ve been staring at this ask for a while now since it’s such an odd thing to just ask and I was trying to figure out when I’ve ever mentioned religion so I can answer in response to what they’ve seen but I don’t know when I’ve mentioned it.
I’ve never been a person of faith, I remember in year 2 (6/7 years of age) I was at a school Mass and I realised everyone else around me believed what was being said whereas I thought what was happening was just another story. I’ve always took religious teachings as stories to teach morals and guidance but I never took them literally.
I used to attended a Greek Orthodox church on Sundays and I’m christened Greek Orthodox and I didn’t mind it because the priest was a lovely person. He would say things like Science is the pursuit of understanding Gods creation and he would talk about how important education is. But the thing that stood out to me was he once said being trans isn’t a sin, it’s the journey God planned for that Individual. So when I was younger I wasn’t aware of the more homophobic and transphobic sides of religion.
It wasn’t until I started attending the Catholic secondary that I realised that some people used religion to back up ideas of hate and I became very anti Christian and stopped attending church because as a young Queer kid the bullying and being told I’m going to hell all the time really got to me.
My mum also became very unwell, she has a chronic illness amongst many other disabilities so I also thought if there is a God he doesn’t care because why would he make a child watch there mother slowly die and loose her mind and become abusive.
I loved talking to my friends about their religions though, I’ve always been fascinated with beliefs and faith because I’ve never had any. I partook in Ramadan one year to support my friend who was finding it hard and their family invited me to Iftar and I really respected how important their faith must be for them to do this because it was very difficult. Another experience I won’t forget was watching my friends mum create a Rangoli because she put so much care and attention into it and it is still one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen because of that care that went into it.
But it wasn’t until I was 17 I started recognising not all religious people are oppressive, some people use it for oppression but if you take people individually who believe in it that’s not a bad thing.
But there are still things I don’t like, for an example at my secondary we were put into religious houses and mine was house Vanier, turns out that guy was an awful person. His name is Jean Vanier if anyone wants to look him up but it’s just disgusting. Also the priest at the Catholic Church closest to where I live was found out to be preying on children, I have no idea what happened to him in the end but it was a big deal in my town. I also live near some Jehovah’s witnesses who for a month straight harassed me after pride because I assume they saw me coming home with pride face paint and stickers on and I had leaflets about sinning coming through the letter box constantly, and even now they still bang loudly on my door to preach when I’ve explained me, my mum and dad all have diagnosed ptsd and find it distressing. My RE teacher also told our class how he pressured his friend who was SA’d into keeping her baby and he was so proud of himself and it made me feel sick, he did loose his job because he told a student they’ll die and go to hell if they take the pill even though they were taking it for medical reasons.
That’s the part of religion I hate, it’s those individuals I hate. I don’t hate religion or people who practice religion but I hate the fact those things happened.
One of the kindest adults in my life was the school Chaplin, she told me she prayed everyday for my mum to get better and she prayed for me during my exams. I spent a lot of time in the chapel because it was quiet when I was having panic attacks and she used to just sit with me and talk me through them.
I’ve lost track of what I’ve written but
I’m not anti religion. Me not being a religious person isn’t anti religion. I’m anti people using religion as an excuse to be horrible to others.
I’ve just never had any sort of beliefs, in my mind everything is just a coincidence. I don’t believe in an after life, ghosts, superstitions or anything like that either. But that’s who I am and I don’t think that should offend anyone. But I also know I could be wrong and I can’t tell anyone their religion is wrong or right because I simply don’t know that.
I think I prefer the term agnostic (a person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God) over atheist because it’s as simple as I don’t know but I don’t think anyone is wrong for having faith.
But also I want to add I’m a white person talking about religion and my experience, all over the world people have different experiences so it doesn’t actually matter what I say. I’m just answering an ask and if you ever want to talk to me about religion I’m always happy to.
#this is a long post so I’ve highlighted parts I think are important#but I also mention at the end I’m a white person and I’m also in the UK#my experience is very different#so it doesn’t actually matter what I say#religion#agnostic#atheist#tw sa mention#I think the last 4 paragraphs sum up everything quite fast#but idk#read if you want#but this isn’t intended to offend anyone#and always ask or message me if you want to talk about religion
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I have tried to negotiate, and my back is against the wall. So, lawyer time. Red alert. All hands to battle stations. Shields up, photon torpedos and phasers fucking armed.
Fuck fucking landlords, man. I hope they all burn. Them and their god damn month to month agreements, where they don’t need a reason to throw you out.
I expected too much. This motherfucker gave me a notice to vacate on my birthday.
They want me gone, they can pay for a lawyer to remove me. Gonna buy as much time as I can. I’m so tired of this shit.
In other news, my job is finally working out. I’m hitting my efficiency times, and talked to a crisis worker at a god damn hospital, because this is a CRISIS. It’s affecting my life and work, and I’m sick of it!
I’m actually in therapy, for the first time since high school, and my job is amaizingly supportive, they let me do my route after my psych appointment. The mail can wait a little bit.
Back me into a corner, and I will fight my way out. This is my life.
#out of pancakes#who wrote this shit? I wrote this shit! | personal#tw: mental health#read if you want#i won't clutter your dash up with my rants#but i'm at the end of my rope#even in transitional housing i will be here writing because i have to#its keeping me sane#and will do it until I die#and then they can bury me face down#so all of my doubters can kiss my ass
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Yo. ♡
My story:
Search up "Taiga" on my blog if you want to find more about her!
If you want to know anything else about me, etc, just ask. I'm pretty outgoing~!
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#new intro#read if you want#I'm open to constructive criticism#and I'm up for meeting new people and making new friends!
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do y'all ever have the moment where you're sitting in your space, you've been on your own for a while, but after a big change, you finally have this sense of peace? like, i'm sitting here listening to Frank Ocean, smoking, relaxing in my room. Just ordered dinner. Looking for something to watch. Like, these are my decisions. I can do whatever I want, and make myself happy.
i love those moments.
i've never had those before. not like this.
i'm really excited to be living with my best friend next month. we are weeks away.
i'm going to be a little broke, but i'm going to have shit to do.
i'm gonna start going to the gym to build up my leg strength again because there's a free gym connected to my building that's actually really good, as well as a pool. i'm gonna be doing nothing but i'm gonna be able to make use of my time since i won't be so tired having to take care of myself and everything alone anymore.
and she was talking about how we can all take turns cleaning things but i will never be forced to clean things that i physically can't do anymore.
do ya'll know how good that feels? knowing i'm not a burden to them?
it's so crazy. like, her and her fiance both care about me. we do shit like go to dyke day and host events and just??? i dunno i think i have a pretty cool life!!!
14 year old me would be amazed at how my life is.
and 17 year old me would be so proud of me for getting to 30.
i love my life.
#shut up luna#sorry just processing stuff whilst high#read if you want#i'm always interested if any other neurodiverse mutuals or followers have moments like this#or i'm just coming out of a weirdly abusive relationship???#divorced hottie#grief blogging
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Picking up where Season 4 left off…
TW: Major Character Death, Suicide
Michael…
He shivers, coming back to himself and finally recognizing where he is. His own mind.
Oh, fuck.
Michael, Michael, Michael.
He hated the use of his full name, how his father addresses him, “What do you want from me, you dick?!?!”
I just want to talk. And I want you to listen.
“Why don’t you fuck off back to the Upside Down and leave me the hell alone? What do you even want with me, anyways? I’m useless.”
Oh, but you aren’t. Don’t you remember what he said?
Suddenly he saw Will, Will with his tearful eyes and passionate conviction, “Don’t stop, okay, you’re the heart, okay? Remember that. You’re the heart!”
The memory blinked away, but the words were seared into his brain forever.
He told you that. Him. He believes in you, Michael. He trusts you. And yet, all you do, all you’re capable of doing, is hurting him.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
You can feign ignorance, Michael, but we both know the truth.
A memory appeared before him. Two young boys yelling at each other in his garage on a dreary, rainy afternoon.
“You’re ruining our party!”
“That’s not true!”
“Really? Where’s Dustin right now?”
Young Mike paused, guilt-striken.
“See! You don’t know, you don’t even care, and he doesn’t either and I don’t blame him! You’re destroying everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?”
“El’s not stupid! It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!”
An agonizing pause. Present Mike winced with regret. Young Will looked betrayed.
“I’m not trying to be a jerk, okay? But we’re not kids anymore. I mean what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were just gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?”
“Yeah, I guess I did. I really did.”
Young Will biked away, and Vecna gestured towards him as if to say, “See? See what you do?”
Mike opened his mouth to argue when another memory appeared. Blue and yellow lights, upbeat music, but the storm brewing in both their eyes outweiged all of the surrounding joy.
“Oh, so you’re mad that I didn’t talk to you? Seems like you made it super clear that you’re not interested in anything I have to say.”
“That’s just not true!”
“You called maybe a couple times! Meanwhile El has like, a book of letters from you.”
“That’s because she’s my girlfriend, Will!”
“And us?”
“We’re friends! We’re. Friends.”
“Well we used to be best friends!”
“Well then maybe you should’ve reached out more, I don’t know! But why is this on me? Why am I the bad guy?!”
Once again, Will deflates, looking shattered. The memory slowly dematerializes, and Mike and Vecna are alone again in the recesses of Mike’s head. The lump in his throat was tight, and it was only getting tighter.
But they weren’t done yet. Now appeared two boys in the back of a smelly pizza van, driving in the middle of the desert. One of them had tears in their eyes. The other looked positively lovestruck.
“So yeah, El needs you, Mike, and she always will.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He turned away, and only then could Mike hear the quiet sobs coming from the other side of the van. Vecna led him over to face Will. Mike froze. After everything Will had been through, the kidnapping, the nightmares, the possession, everything, Mike had never seen him cry like this, like the pain was choking him. He felt nauseous.
Do you understand now, Michael? Do you see how much you hurt him? How much you hurt my boy?!
“Will isn’t yours, you fucking twisted creep!! Just ‘cause you planted yourself into his fucking head doesn’t make him yours!!” Mike’s throat hurt from yelling.
You’re right, for now. Will is only mine if he chooses to be… but that comes later. Now, right now is the time to get rid of the one person who weakens him, who beats him down, the reason for his tears when he’s all alone in his room every night. His cries are so loud, they invade my thoughts. He couldn’t contain the pain right next to you. You do this to him, Michael. You can never say the right thing, can you?-
Mike’s panting now and his hands are balled into fists, nails digging into his palms, “SHUT UP!!”
-You bumble around like a fool until you hurt him again, you project your insecurities onto him like he’s a blank canvas that you get to paint. But guess what, Michael? He’s the artist. Not you. You weaken him. You distract him. He can never reach his full potential, can never be happy with you around. Haven’t you noticed that his best art was created when you weren’t there?
Mike remembered the painting. Him leading the party, heart on his shield, fighting a beautiful, menacing red dragon. The message behind it was lost on him for the moment, forgetting that he gave someone the courage to fight on, forgetting that he didn’t weaken Will, but strengthen him.
It’s about time you quit holding him back….
Don’t you agree?
Mike couldn’t find it in himself to speak. All he could do was stare vacantly ahead, eyes dead and drowning in self hatred, just like in his basement for weeks on end not so long ago.
If you love him, Michael, you will not let yourself hurt him again.
Mike stood rooted in his spot, all muscles tense with agony, but with no energy to sob like he wanted to.
Vecna approached him slowly, almost gently, until they were face to face, less than an arm’s length away. He lifted his hand and materialized a sword, a shiny, beautiful sword with a gold carved hilt, eerily like the one Mike had always imagined using in campaigns.
Vecna slid his hand down it until it reached the tip, and held the hilt out to Mike.
You know what you have to do.
A sob finally escaped his lips, and he nodded stiffly, taking the sword in hand. He allowed himself a moment longer to admire it, took a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and brought the blade to his neck.
For Will, he thought.
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“MIIIIKE!!!!!!!”
Will shook the body that had collapsed in the middle of the meadow.
“Mike, please!!!!” he screamed between wild sobs, hands trembling over the bloody throat. He was numb to his mother’s fierce hug, blind to his dad and sister and brother surrounding him closely.
All he could see were his own bloodied hands, and his best friend lying dead on the ground, eyes rolled to the back of his head, red sword that seemingly appeared out of thin air clutched in his stiff hand.
Mike didn’t succeed in his mission, his mission to stop hurting Will. In fact, it was the last thing he ever did. But Vecna was one major step closer to fulfilling his: Obtain Will Byers, and unleash his true potential. He would be angry enough, now.
#mike gets vecnad (??)#kind of#will byers has powers#angst#seriously this is not for the faint of heart#please read the tw#putting another one in here#tw: major character death#tw: suidice#byler#byler fic#idek if the dialogue is in character im so tired#but whatever#read if you want#maybe its good#i wanted to write something similar to the quarry scene#but sadder#this has probably been done like a million times#but heres my contribution
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💜🫶🏽
Activism is civil therapy. ( The world needs activism but isn’t getting enough currently and the activism going on isn’t getting enough recognition to growing the movements)
Therapy is civil activism. (When done correctly and processed with care then applied in numbers a.k.a the activism that’s going on now that needs more recognition and numbers to grow)
I think that’s why I advocate for therapy so much and relate it to peoples happiness. Because one, if people go to therapy then they heal within themselves and gain clarity on their purpose and what’s important. Two taking that healed, higher self and adding it with others who done the same together finds groups based on natural gifts and talents to create the most efficient powerful activism we’ve ever seen. Which will only attract more,gaining momentum making the world a better place and improving everyone’s wellbeing. Which I believe is my purpose.
One day I’ll refer back to this while doing what I love, but for now PEACE.
#journaling#social issues#for the people#mental health#neurodiversity#neurospicy#read if you want#real talk#black girls of tumblr#think about it#so real#movement#human rights and civil liberties#minorities#hello everyone#happiness#help#my opinion#mhmmmm#astrology#music#my faves#purple#purpose#human resources
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!Night at the Museum X Doctor Who Mashup!
I just completely finished writing this fic! It has Night at the Museum and Doctor Who in the same universe, and has Octavius and Jedediah becoming the Thirteenth Doctor's companions. There is no spoilers for the new Doctor Who episode, or Modern Who other than that 13 is the Doctor. It does reference Classic Doctor Who a little though.
#night at the museum#doctor who#mashup#read if you want#jedtavius#thasmin#both ships are in this#jedediah and octavius#thirteenth doctor#fanfic#fanfiction
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Fuck Joe Biden, and I mean that.
Fuck how his selfish ass got covid and was like “welp no problem”. Fuck how his policy to covid prevention is “everyone will get it, nothing to be done here”. Fuck how his stingy-ass administration is stopping the free tests in the mail. Fuck how instead of just wiping away student loan debt, you gotta QUALIFY for it first. Like “X, Y, and Z have to be true, unless A, B, and C happened, or you are D, E, or F”.
Before all that, and I’ve said this before but, Fuck Trump. For myriad different reasons, but specifically how instead of seeing an opportunity to sell “MAGA” face masks on his merch store, he acted like covid was this massive conspiracy by everyone in the world to make him look bad, just so he could get 30 seconds more face time on Fox News. Fuck Trump for being such an attention-starved, domineering asshat that he forced every republican to admit there was no such thing as covid, forcing everyone to end protections 14 days (FOURTEEN GODDAMN DAYS, not a month or a year, just FOURTEEN DAYS) too early so there wouldn’t be a noticeable drop in the 3 wealthiest people’s year-end balance sheets. Fuck Trump for creating this complacent state where I had to quit my job because my boss “didn’t believe” in covid protection.
Really, fuck this entire country’s leadership over the past 2 years for being so self-centred, greedy, and unfeeling that they prioritised personal gain over actually protecting the people they were elected to represent. It’s democrats AND republicans who have been doing this shit, and it’s gotten so bad that now I’ve got to wear my plague mask in my own home.
I’m tired, spuds. So tired of this. Fuck the USA. If nuclear war happened tomorrow, I wouldn’t be sorry.
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Why i don't have minor DNI.
So here's the thing fellas from what I gathered, DNI most of the damn time ain't working because when i put a big banner about bigots DNI, they still interact anyway, so it's feels silly to keep DNI on my acc. You can do whatever tho, it's just don't work for me...
( since when this DNI thing even trendy? )
It's like putting a yellow police tape for a rhinoceros speeding at 300 mph, it just can't do anything. So I just gave up on it, also i don't think i have to scream MINOR DNI DNI at every damn moment because first of all I'm not their parent, this is a public space and it is just a damn basic homosapiens common sense that minor shouldn't interact with NSFW stuff
( Well lots still gonna do anyway since they are curious. I did that when I was young and admit it all of you are doing it as well. Lurking around place you shouldn't be when you are younger )
The best thing adult can do is put a sign "hey this adult only thing" and not talking nsfw with minors also be mindful around them. That's it.
Which I said on pinned post that if you aren't an adult don't interact with post tagged nsft ( when I didn't tag that's because i forgot )
Even though sometimes I post some whatever kinky fandom stuff, those things are not main focus of this blog. This is not an nsfw blog nor super clean family friendly wholesome blog.
Just super random account
I throw a lot of things into this blog, especially leftist politics and analysis. I think it'll be terribly unfair if i say "i don't want any teens or anyone under 20 to interact ever! Even with my positivity post or informative post."
Ye I said DNI most of the time doesn't work and people gonna do whatever
Still... There's lingering sentiment... Like if I make a trans positivity post particularly about trans youth and I have minor DNI tag because I'm stressed over what kind of whatever minor might see. That's sounds unfair, no?
No one can micromanaging all minors, I get it that it's good people are more mindful and care about minor safety that's good.
But adults can't keep stressing about what minors might see 24/ we already do what we can with disclaimer and warnings etc etc. The internet itself is a public digital space that was not made for children. Like... it's random.
Also, I get it. Because many influencers or whatever exposed as dog shit pedo that's makes people stressed and worried about any minor interacting with adults even if just commenting in public space.
I get the public sentiment... Still many many adults are decent people who understands what one should and shouldn't do, and teenagers although naturally when you are young you'll do a lot of stupid shit... You'll say a lot of stupid shit... I know, I was a teen too once
But they are not braindead, they are not a jellyfish, I trust they knows about boundaries and stuff, also I already put a warning.
Adults already did their part...
Also I cannot verify the validity of every blog age okay? Especially if they have no age stated on their damn blog.
Unless it's blatantly obvious that they are minor. I'm gonna assume they are adults
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I've noticed a lot of teens and young adults recently have been finding it trendy to self diagnosis themselves with autism; so as someone who works with autistic kids, has a background in pediatric mental health, and who's neuro-atypical myself I have a LOT of opinions on this. And tbh to start I'd just like to say it isn't a cute look on anyone to say you have a disorder you most likely don't actually have. Especially if you're going to suddenly start acting like a victim to "the system" because you suddenly think you're autistic.
There are real kids who I see everyday who have actually had healthcare, school, social support systems, and family systems fail them over and over because of their neurological differences. It's drastic and felt instantly in those kids' lives, and the impact is seen for YEARS. It's not something you suddenly wake up to at 16 after spending a few nights on a psych unit where you met someone who's actually autistic and wanted the edgy-coolness points they have with their peers for being different (true story. The kid's doctor had to sit them down and explain that they're lying about a very serious thing. Kids on the unit bought this bullshit, and would gang up on staff over "not being sensitive to their autism" when in reality the kid was never autistic to begin with and just wanted to use their self diagnosis as a way to manipulate situations.)
Y'all need to consulting professionals before you go out there self diagnosing yourself, and everyone else should show caution before getting behind someone's self diagnosis. This isn't to discredit people who don't have easy access to professionals for a diagnosis, but in my experience those individuals find their way to professionals who can help eventually. Rather than banking on their self diagnosis as enough to suddenly help them navigate life (there's sooo much more to receiving a diagnosis than just officially having a disorder, a lot of it is about getting access to help to improve one's quality of life.)
So do your research y'all, there's way more out there to help get testing and all that done than you'd think. And be hesitant when someone's telling you they're self diagnosing themselves with autism, because I've seen many instances where people with other disorders are miss understanding their symptoms and think they're autistic when they're not, and I've seen edgy borderline teens try use "being autistic" as a way to sway social situations and be manipulative
#tics#rant#read if you want#i just needed to vent since edgy teens are honestly making it hard for some people to get quality info on autism#this and having tics are the two biggest ba lies we see kids spread on a psych unit#we joke that tourettes must be contagious because when one kid has suddenly every other teen in the room has tics or use to#autism
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Venting a little
I love my little family. I love my kids, my fiance. But sometimes I hate how I'm the only one who does anything. I know I'm not working right now. But the thing is that It was the same even when I was working. I'm the only one up all night with the kids. Apparently the only one who can cook and clean. I cant even go out with friends or family for a break because the kids want only me......because I do everything. Or he just doesn't want to deal with it.
Maybe it's because I've been off my anxiety meds for like three days. Or the pain. Or both. But I'm just so tired....
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