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I have my first debate competition tomorrow y’all, please with me luck ‘cause I’m gonna need it

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Is the matchup open?

Honey that was over a year ago, they’ve been long closed 😭

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I hate those reblog chains that people make. “Reblog if you support Palestine” “Reblog if you’re not a pedo” like come on. Anyone can Reblog it and not mean it, it’s performative at best.

Guess what? No one will openly admit to being a pedo. Not unless they’re fucking stupid.

A reblog chain doesn’t automatically make you a good person, you can still reblog a post saying you aren’t a killer or don’t support killers, and then go out and commit a murder. Saying someone is a bad person for not going along with that chain is just stupid because it means nothing.

You want to know how you can actually be an ally to those in need? Do research. Sign petitions. Attend protests as long as you’ll be safe and prepared. Donate if you have the funds to. Anything where you are actively making your voice heard where it actually needs to be heard, because not every bad person is on tumblr and is going to say “wow look at all these non-____ on here saying ____ is bad. I must change my ways.” I’m sorry, but if the world worked like that it would be a safer place.

If you ask me, tik tok ruined protesting. No one knows how to ACTUALLY protest anymore. Hopping offline for a few days and calling it a “strike” isn’t going to hurt a company when you’re only going to return and let them make up that money. A strike is when you hold out for as long as possible until either you or the other person cracks. And for the love of fucking god it won’t work when voting.

I know I’ve participated in a few, but those were either issues I felt needed more attention, or it was a silly harmless one line “reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal we’ll narrow it down by process of elimination.” If you want to participate in one, that’s fine. But to prove you’re for that cause, you need to put in actual work and you have to know how to protest right.

#violetta’s rambles #vent #protest #reblog #reblog chain #if this becomes a reblog chain I will jump off a bridge-

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my chemical romance is the funniest and weirdest band ever. They’re all fucking losers who would genuinely rather play dnd than hook up with groupies. The singer used to work at Cartoon Network. The bassist is on the fbi watchlist for crimes against disney. One guitarist is a guitar god but he also used to keep a little action figure of spiderman in his pocket all the time, the other is like a little lap dog of a man, but he’s also on the fbi watchlist for death threats against a us president. They refused to be on the twilight soundtrack, one of the most popular franchises at the time but then they preformed on yo gabba gabba and re-recorded one of their songs in simlish.

#mcr #violetta’s reblogs #this is why I love them

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A.I. photos are flooding social media and contributing to an Internet where we can't believe what we see. Spotting A.I. 📷s is an important media literacy skill.

None of us have time to research every image we see. We just need people to notice BEFORE THEY LIKE OR SHARE that an image might be fake. If unsure, check it or don't share.

I've started drawing some comics explaining the basic of AI spot-checking and media literacy in the age of disinformation. Follow along here or on my Twitter.

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New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

#boy kisser #if that last one was mean ignore it Uhh- #Happy lesbian cafe #no angst #zero #nada #least depressed person I’ve met in my entire life #violetta’s reblogs

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I’m stuck in a phase where I hate everything I write and can’t bring myself to write or even publish anything so if anyone needs me I’ll be crying in a corner :,)

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Sooooo, a lot has been happening with me recently and since I might be sick (and desperately need my medication adjusted-) I’m going to do a part two to that one thing where I rated danganronpa characters based on how they would comfort me after that one instance where I got bullied for being 💅

Hajime: 6/10: His free time events low key make me want to strangle him sometimes for his attitude, and I’m STILL traumatized by that one nut scene, but he’d still do more then the bare minimum despite being awkward about it.

Chiaki: 6/10: I know she would never say this, but for some reason she’s giving me Zuko’s “Thats rough buddy” response from ATLA 😭. I don’t think I would be able to tell if she’s actually listening or caring, so I’d be discouraged, but Chiaki would definitely try to find some way to distract me.

Nagito: -10/10: Mf would deadass look me in the eye and tell me it was a necessary stepping stone to achieve the brightest hope or some shit he can gtfo.

Twogami: 8/10: For the sake of staying in character he would pat me on the back with a broom, but would definitely have some words of wisdom to share with me, maybe share his food, idk.

Teruteru: 7/10: Here me out, since Teru is canonically bisexual, coming from one queer to another, he’d know when to drop the pervert shit and actually help. His advice would be shit but hey at least he’d make me something to eat.

Mahiru: 3/10: I can’t stand this bitch I gotta be real with y’all 💀. While she would agree that it was bad and such, she’d still get onto me for how I reacted and tell me to stop crying. We know she doesn’t really do anything to stop bullying so she’ll just do slightly below the bare minimum and dip.

Peko: 12/10: MY. WIFE. Okay I might be biased but I do think she’d just slowly draw her sword out to kill the mfs but would retract it the moment someone said “Peko, no.” Would she know how to comfort me? Probably not. But will she make sure that karma is delivered and that it hurts like a bitch? 100% yes.

Ibuki: 5/10: I think she’d also canonically queer, but she’s obnoxious and is weird in a way that kinda feels forced to me tbh? Idk how else to describe it, but I do know that while she would do her best to help, she’s not the person I want to be around in that kind of mess.

Hiyoko: 4/10: It depends on if we’re friends or not. If we were she’d probably tear the bullies a new one before promptly getting curb stomped, or she’d just make fun of me and tell me to get over it 💀.

Mikan: 2/10: She’ll want to help but would probably make it worse by tripping, crying, and apologizing.

Nekomaru: 9/10: He’d be such a dad about it, give the bullies a firm talking to and maybe yell at them if they catch an attitude. Overall he’d be bodyguarding me around that bitch 24/7

Gundham: 7/10: He’d give me a hamster to hold and would go off on one of his tangents about being a demon lord and how he’s make them burn in hellfire and shower the underworld in brimstone, but I won’t be paying attention because I’m holding a hamster and that makes life better 💞

Akane: 5/10: Similar to “Peko, no” but instead it’s like swiper the fox where you gotta scream “AKANE NO!” Three times in a row to prevent her from going on a rampage.

Sonia: 6/10: The sweetest and gentlest thing omllll 💞💞💞. She’d make sure I’m in a safe mental space so I won’t hurt myself and brings me pillows and blankets and such. But if she gets really pissed, home girl will deadass threaten the group to leave me alone. If they catch an attitude they’re gonna have to throw hands with her whole fucking country (and it is mentioned that everyone in her country learn how to work army machinery in elementary school so 💀)

Kazuichi: 5/10: I don’t know if he knows what a bisexual is 😭. He’d try to support me but his confusion would be so evident that it somehow makes me laugh enough to where I’m less sad.

Fuyuhiko: 20/10: This man has access to an entire fucking yakuza and you think that bitch will get out unscathed? He isn’t good with words, but actions speak louder than words so he gets straight to work. By the next day that bitch would be in the hospital and get PTSD by looking at babies, knowing it was a baby gangster who knocked her teeth out

#danganronpa goodbye despair #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 #kazuichi soda #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #chiaki nanami #byakuya twogami #teruteru hanamura #mahiru koizumi #peko pekoyama #mikan tsumiki #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #gundham tanaka #nekomaru nidai #nagito komaeda #akane owari #fuyuhiko kuzuryu

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VIVEKA STAN TWO YEARS STRONG RAAAHHHH

HDJZJCJSNCHE THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOYALTY MY FRIEND

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I don’t know what kind of sleep deprivation drugs were created in my brain for this idea to spawn but do you guys know what would be the best and worst fucking crossover ever?

HxH and MHA.

Let me explain

Like, we got MHA and the chaos surrounding it’s world where you can be born with either the power of god or a lego head, or just not have a power at all and be part of the minority that gets their shit destroyed on a daily basis to fight the crazy bitches with powers.

And then we have HxH which has nen and can allow you to lean how do to all sorts of freaky shit like kill a fucking alien cat with a game of Rock Paper Scissors, magical beasts, confirmed countries, regions, creatures, ruins, AND treasure that are confirmed to be out there because the world hasn’t been fully explored, AND the anime equivalent of the 2020 election.

The world would be fucked.

Izuku would be teaching Gon to risk his fucking limbs

Killua and Bakugo enter a room and only Killua leaves (you can not convince me that Killua would NOT fold Bakugo like a beach chair)

And then we got the MHA girls meeting the HxH girls and everyone is comparing them and are like “Hmm….something is different about them…but what?” (The answer is that HxH can actually write decent female characters 💀).

Boss bitches Bisky and Machi meet Uraraka and start talking and Uraraka says “I’m gonna be a hero to get money for my parents!” And they’re like “aight, sounds cool”

But then Uraraka’s flashbacks and motivation only shows Izuku and suddenly Beefy Bisky has to make an entrance to knock some sense into the girl because that was NOT what she said her motivation was.

FUCK IMAGINE A ALLIANCE BETWEEN THE LOV AND CHIMERA ANTS THE WORLD WOULD BE FUCKED DEPENDING ON WHICH ARC WE’RE TALKING ABOUT IN REGARDS TO THE LOV-

Aizawa meets the main four and Alluka and just sighs while handing out adoption papers 💀💀💀

This cross over is so stupid I need to see someone write/draw for it or I’ll do it myself 😭

#violetta’s rambles #my hero academia #mha #hunter x hunter #hxh #crossover #no seriously I like the girls in hxh way more then in mha #bisky is the woman I aspire to be frfr

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Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

#THE FACT THAT THEY SAID THE STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING #AS IF THEY FUCKING KNEW #BRUH THIS PERSON CAN GO TO ARTIST HELL #WHERE THEY’LL BE FORCED TO MAKE REAL ORIGINAL ART #FOR ETERNITY #Bruuuh I’m so mad #i can’t put it into words #violetta’s reblogs

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Wrote a little story based on something I read at my grandma’s. Happy holidays you guys!

TW: Yandere(ish?) themes ahead, mentions of enslavement

Once upon a time…

….There was a King of a mighty kingdom, who had everything a man could ask for. Everything except a royal garden.

Instead of a luscious garden, the king had gray barren fields. Instead of flowers there were dried up weeds, and instead of trees to give shade from the beating waves of the sun, there were dead saplings that were barely given a chance to grow. The king had many royal gardeners, but none of them knew how to fix this predicament.

Gazing out from his balcony, the king saw no color. There was no smells of fresh fruit or flowers in the air to greet him, no leaves rustling or birds singing, only a pitiful wasteland. Ashamed, the king sought out advice from the butler who served him since he was but a boy himself.

The old and wise servant laughed a hearty laugh, and explained: “You wonder why your gardeners can’t grow anything? Nothing is wrong with the soil or the water my king, these men were raised by miners, blacksmiths, tailors and more, and their grandfathers worked these positions, and so on. What you need is someone who’s a gardener and who’s forefathers were gardeners too.”

The king now had a plan, and sent his men out on a mission to find a man who fit the requirements. The search was over no less then 40 days later.

The king had traveled across the land in his kingdom to meet this man, surely someone with a beautiful garden and bountiful harvest, only to find a humble cottage in the woods instead. Vines grew against the walls that sprouted tiny blossoms, bright red berries glowed across the hedges, and the flowers that bloomed almost looked as if they were staring right at the king to greet him!

When the king knocked, a man was quick to answer, his child, a young scrappy fellow, stood behind to peer past the door and stare at the king in wonder.

“Are you a gardener?” The king asked. The man nodded, and the king offered him a pleading hand. “Then you must come work for me!” The king exclaimed.

“But I’m simply too poor to afford such a trip.” The man shook his head. The king pressed on, saying “I’ll pay you handsomely for your work.” The man, still unsure, said “but we have no proper clothes, how could we represent you when we look so filthy?” The king was unbothered, saying “I’ll give you clothes of the finest silks for your work.” The man still wasn’t convinced. “But where shall we live? How will we get there?” The king was desperate, claiming: “I’ll house you and your child both, I’ll take you to my castle in my own carriage, please come and restore my garden!”

With an offer they couldn’t possibly refuse, the gardener and his child traveled to the castle and were immediately set to work. Together, the gardener family restored the garden within no time at all. Spellbound by the bedazzling colors of the flowers, the ripeness of the fruit, the king fired his old gardening staff and replaced them with the true gardeners on the spot.

This all came at a cost however. With only two sets of hands working, the gardener and his child were made to work nonstop to keep up the state of the garden. The child gained muscle and a tan from the sun blazing across their skin, and all that heavy lifting sculpted the pinnacle of peasantry beauty.

You, the heir to the throne, were intrigued by these seemingly magical gardeners, more so with the gardener’s child. Fast approaching your 18th birthday, the king decided it was time for you to be wed. You weren’t partial about who you married, so long as they were a decent man or woman, but that hope was crushed when the king said you were to marry the son of the prime minister, who was infamous of terrible spending habits and sleazy behavior with local bar maidens.

“How could you do this to me father?!” You had cried in disdain, in front of everyone gathered in the throne room. “He’s so sleazy, so spoiled, and so foolish that I’d be better off marrying the child of the gardener!”

The king was angered by your statement, bellowing out, “You would dare assimilate with that pig?! They may live in our palace, live off of the payment we give them, and wear clothes unbefitting of slob like them, but I will not give them my kingdom!”

Further infuriated by your father’s decision, you stood firm in your accusation of preferring to marry the gardener’s child instead of your selected husband. But your father, ever the tricky man he was, decided on a challenge.

The gardener’s and the prime minister’s children were gathered, as the king explained the challenge given. They were to travel across the land, across the sea to a neighboring country, and then back with a given horse and funds. The contest was rigged in the richer man’s favor, being given a strong stallion and a pouch full of jewels. But the gardener’s child was given a lame mule and only a handful of coins. They were to depart soon, but you couldn’t let the poorer of the two be left with barely a leg to stand on, so you grabbed multiple treasures from your bedroom and stored them in a purse. Pulling them aside, you whispered.

“Take this. I’m rooting for you.” You offered an encouraging smile and sent the gardener’s child off.

The prime minister’s son rode off over the hills, leaving a trail of dust in his wake while the gardener’s child traveled at a slower pace. Even with the distance grew between the racers, the gardener child held onto something more then just new treasures in a purse or the reins to a mule, they had hope for change. Good change.

The richer man came across a old woman on his travels, but paid her little mind.

“Please sir,” she begged “I only ask for a bit of coin for some food.” The man wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Bother me not you haggard woman! I’m on a journey and mustn’t dawdle!” He continued on his journey, riding like the wind.

The modest one ran into the same woman on the path, and like with the first man, she begged them for some money. They were certainly in no mood to fall behind, but the woman was so weak she could barely stand. Pity won over them, and they not only gifted the elderly woman the treasures given by you, but they allowed her to ride into the city with them.

The richer man had checked in to a fancy inn to spend the night in familiar luxuries, whereas the gardener child and old woman went to a more modest, bare-bone inn. They sat outside in the cool night air, and witnessed a large man run by on a white stallion that bore the sigil of a noble from the town.

The man proclaimed that the noble man was offering his treasures to the one who could heal his back. His physician failed, and he was immobile from the legs down. The one who could find a way to give him the gift to walk again could pick from a multitude of treasures-even enchanted artifacts.

The old woman nudged her companion. “You must partake in this, for that noble has a treasure that shall aid you on your journey.” When she saw their confusion, she continued. “He has a ring. It’s a copper ring, dirty and old and dented in a few spots, but it fits the wearer perfectly and has a hidden power; The ring can grant wishes, without a number limitation.”

Such a treasure was too good to be true, but the old woman lowered her voice to a whisper as she gave her savior the instructions needed.

“First, you must gather three animals; A russet red fox, a gray raccoon, and a brown sparrow. Kill them, skin them, then store their pelts in three bags that match their colors. Bring them to me and then we shall burn them to ash, but I will bring you a key ingredient you can’t find in the forest.”

Following the old woman’s instructions, they set off into the forest with a makeshift spear in hand. They struck down upon the fox first, then a raccoon, and finally a sparrow. Skinning the creatures took time, the sun was rising by the time they finished and had stored the pelts in the necessary bags. When they returned to the inn, the old woman had a mortar and pestle, and a pitcher of a calming blue liquid that smelled too sharp to be water.

With the old woman guiding their hands, the gardener’s child slowly poured in the liquid with the mixed fur and feathers, grinding them into a smooth paste. The old woman scooped it into a bottle, and handed it to her companion. “Take this to the noble man, spread it across his back, legs, and the underside of his feet.”

With their mission depending on the old woman’s wisdom, the gardener child left to find the noble’s home.

When he arrived they were suspicious at first, but allowed them to try out this paste and it’s properties. Spreading it from the back, down the legs, to the noble man’s feet, a magical link was formed that reformed the man’s spine and reconnected new power to his legs, making him as agile as a fox, sneaky like a raccoon, and move as feather light as a bird.

Overjoyed, he asked them “Which of my treasures would you prefer?” And the gardener child answered simply with “Your copper ring. The one that can grant wishes. I am to go on a journey, and I need all the support I can muster.”

Hesitant to let such a precious treasure go, but in debt to his savior, the noble man complied and presented him with the legendary treasure. To test it out, the gardener child turned to their mule and whispered their wish:

“I wish my mule lost its limp.”

The hind leg of the mule was surrounded with a swirl of golden glow, and once it was gone, the mule was walking perfectly, even leaping for joy as if it understood what transpired.

Thanking the noble man heavily, the gardener child ran with their mule, whispering another wish. They wished for wealth and noble clothing, and a large ship and crew. In the distance, he could see a large ship pull into the harbor, with the mantle made of silvers and the wood a golden shining wood.

On their way to the ship, they came across the prime minister’s son, who had already blown his money back at the inn. Not recognizing the shimmering noble as his rival, the man begged them for help, for a ship home and funds to last the trip.

They thought back to the beginning. How he sneered are them, how he was given the advantage for his family name alone, and it made their blood boil hot as hellfire. But the gardener child was sneaky, and agreed to the man’s begging, on the condition that he worked under them.

Desperate to win, the man agreed and was brought onto the gardener child’s ship. There, they burned the new insignia of the ring onto the man’s back, proof of his enslavement to the gardener child. It was only then that they wished for a ship, one that was shabbily made of driftwood and rags with a weak and sickly crew. They only gave the man a pocket full of gold, like the one they received in the beginning, and sent the man on his way.

Little did the man know, he was given a head start, and sailed back to the king’s land. He was the first to return, and much to your chagrin, won the challenge.

You were dressed to look heavenly, like an Angel descended onto the Earth. Hot angry tears of shame trickled down your cheeks, forced to walk down the aisle like a walk of shame. Eyes burned into your back but you dared not raise your head unless you wanted to topple like a abandoned tower. You knew the bastard was smirking, viewing you as the shiny trophy he rightfully won.

But the doors slammed open, and in came a finely dressed noble shouting to stop the wedding. Pointing to you, they claimed, “I am the one who shall be wed to them!”

“What?” The king asked. “But he’s the son of my prime minister!” Opening the gates to a new kind of hell, the pieces of their plan all fell into place.

“He cannot be! I found him groveling on the ground, begging for money! So I gave him a ship and crew befitting of a man like him!” They explained, leaving you and your father puzzled. Stepping outside, you could see the two vastly different ships in the distance, but one looked just about ready to sink, the one that had been there before the grander ship came into the picture.

“But he’s my son!” The prime minister exclaimed. “He can’t be a slave!”

The gardener child smirked, and you felt a sinkhole taking form down in your gut. Tearing off the man’s shirt, the insignia was revealed to all who were a witness, newly burnt flesh still recovering from the harsh conditions of the trip and lack of treatment it received. You felt sick, how could someone do this to a man? The man was a bastard but he never went as far as enslaving anyone!

The eyes of the gardener’s child, what once held warmth and delicacy, were now glazed over with possessiveness. Finally given a taste of the class that they worked under in envy, they were now ready to reap their rewards for this new achievement.

That was when the king got a good look at him, and realized far too late that this was the gardener’s child. They had rightfully deserved his child by the standards he set up as the king, looking like a true noble with the newfound greed oozing off of them.

With a heavy heart and uncertain future ahead, you were wed that day.

And the gardeners lived happily ever after.

#danganronpa #genshin impact #yandere danganronpa #yandere genshin impact #touch starved #yandere touch starved #does that tag exist yet? idk #hxh #hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere fairy tail #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere demon slayer #multifandom #meant to be interpreted for any fandom and any characters #have fun reading! #happy holidays

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Gang I need help to get through the next few hours the stress levels will be HIGH and I’m also trying to push out a quick short story while I’m here.

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Hey gang

In case you didn’t know, I’m active on Quotev! On there, I want to post more quiz content then stories, but I hope they’ll continue to entertain you guys!

There’s a quiz project I’ve been keeping in store for a while now. I wanted to post it when it was fully done, but unfortunately I’ve come to realize that I might never get it done with how my personal life has been going. But!! There are a few written results on this first quiz, and if you get one then I hope you enjoy what was written!

I will warn you and say that this is a yandere danganronpa quiz. Meaning there will be dark themes ahead. If you’re okay with that, here’s a link to the quiz! If not, then don’t feel pressured to interact!

I’m sorry I couldn’t give the full product like I hoped, though I hope you enjoy yourselves nonetheless.

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Starting a picrew chain CAUSE I LOVE THIS ONE GHDBB <333!!!

It's MEE!!!

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Picrew link!!

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