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For Thanksgiving, you can start your dinner by acknowledging the land that you are on and acknowledging the tribes of peoples who have been forced away from their home lands and are now struggling to reconnect with their culture and families due to the cultural genocide that took place when colonization began. If you celebrate Thanksgiving, take the time to do some reconciliation for the hundreds of thousands of Native Americans who have suffered and still continue to suffer to this day. 

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Imagine the kids who’s only source of social interaction or even reaching out for help is social media, y'know?

Now imagine them killing theirselves because they can’t ask their abusive parents to spend 10 extra dollars on Social Media packs, and in addition to their current rural internet provider, can’t use any form of online socialization.

I’m one of those kids, and I’d be dead if I didn’t have social media outlets (literally my first irl friend got addicted to crack, yet my first online friend got me in therapy)

I’m just saying that it’s kinda messed up that people with billions are just sitting in their chairs fighting so hard to make just a little more, meanwhile poor people’s work lives and social lives are gonna be ruined even further than they have been in the process.

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The FCC sided with Comcast and decided to let ISPs censor the internet. The Internet needs to stop this from happening: http://cms.fightforthefuture.org/tellfcc/

Last Wednesday, FCC Chairman Tom Wheeler announced a proposal for new rules that would allow for a “ fast lane” of Internet traffic for content providers who are willing (and able) to pay a fee. [1] The proposal reverses the FCC’s previous commitment to net neutrality and open internet and allows ISP’s like Comcast or Verizon to slow down and censor services that don’t pay the toll.

We have to be totally honest, this situation is seriously grim. But there is still hope. The FCC already knows that the Internet community wants net neutrality, but they think they can put their spin on these new rules and sneak them through. If we can prove them wrong right now with a massive public outcry, we can literally save the Internet once again.

We need to stop the FCC now. Big business groups are already ramping up lobbying efforts with the FCC in swarms since Wednesday’s announcement in support of censoring the open Internet and to ensure this dangerous proposal moves forward. [2]

This is a critical moment. In the last few weeks more than 65,000 people have taken action with us. Can you help us get to 80,000 by the end of the day today?

[1] Gautham Nagesh. “FCC to Propose New ‘Net Neutrality’ Rules”. http://online.wsj.com/news/articles/SB10001424052702304518704579519963416350296

[2] Edward Wyatt. Edward Wyatt. “Lobbying Efforts Intensify After F.C.C. Tries 3rd Time on Net Neutrality” http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/25/business/lobbying-efforts-intensify-after-fcc-tries-3rd-time-on-net-neutrality.html?hpw&rref=politics

  - Fight For The Future

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&.    IT IS FINISHED.    //   indie, selective, private  multiverse  / canon divergent phantom stranger.  written & loved by zach for a bunch of years!  personals,  please do not interact  or  repost! 

#GOOOOO CHECK OUT MY BOI #zach is lovely go shower him with praise #m: || (promo)

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         MY NAME’S NIGHTWING !    i may not be the gent you were expecting , but let me assure you… like HIM , i’m the stuff of nightmares — so don’t get stupid ! if you play it COOL , you may  walk away from here with all your TEETH .

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#GO FOLLOW MY BOI #m: || (promo)

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Reblog this if you’re 18+ or 21+.

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    —LIFE’S A BET. IT JUST RARELY TURNS OUT WELL.

#i doNT CARE WHO YOU ARE FOLLOW THIS ANGEL #m: || (promo)

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lost lost lost so lost so cold bare feet pounding on pavement. stick to the shadows, i have to stick to the dark places, there is no safety in the light, hurt hurt hurt scalpels knives mommy mommy mommy no---

A small girl, white-haired and clad only in a thin nightgown, seemed to almost... flicker as she darted through the shadowed alleys of Gotham. Eyes that were blue-- no, black--no, gold--what are my colors what am I-- darted about as she hurried from corner to corner, sliding past the unnoticing gaze of the adults around her, their eyes slipping over her like oil atop water. And it was a good thing, too, because even in the low light of the night, this little girl’s shadow didn’t match her. It seemed to shift and roil constantly, indecisive of the shape it wanted to take: a fox, a woman, something between, the form of the little girl it belonged to---never lasting more than a second, each flowing into the next like a natural thing. 

A sudden crash, a collision (fire fire hurts it hurts mommy mommy please don’t go i’m so scared hush you’ll never be alone again we are together now you are me i am you we are us but i still miss my mommy) with a pair of long legs, nearly knocking her back to the ground from the force with which she ran. Those flickering eyes darted up to take in the face of the form before her now, her own shadow all the more monstrous for how it seemed to swirl and warp within that of the stranger before her.

The child stared and stared with a gaze that seemed a thousand years old--before she burst into tears, curling up and rocking as she sobbed into her pale, scabbed knees. 

#c: || ( walk the earth ) #v: || what's in a name

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    — // i’m searching for something that i can’t reach

                                             what happened to the soul that i used to be? \ —

                                                 Sumiko Kurokawa.

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Lime’s Semi-Hiatus / Commission-ish Update

So, yeah, like two months late but better late then never. right? 

As a few people already know, my mother has very poor health and I’m her main (read practically sole) care giver. Anyways, about a year and a half ago she got a diabetic cyst that’s been steadily getting worse despite us going to three different doctors and two specialists. This all came to a head about a month ago, when she got a second wound and within the span of the weekend all her toes turned black. 

She was rushed to the hospital where she had to get the front half of her foot amputated, but because of a really bad infection, and powerful blood thinners she’s on, the surgery ended up getting pushed back for over two weeks, and then because of complications during the surgery she’s expected to continue to be in the hospital for up to a week more. 

Needless to say, I’ve been spending most of my time with her, and once she finally gets home, that’s not going to change. She won’t be able to put any weight at all on her foot for a month at least, so while I’m going to try and keep my laptop with me in her room, I can’t promise I’ll be around much. 

Now, here’s the part I’m super uncomfortable about.

I, unfortunately, haven’t been able to get my license (since, you know, the person who’d teach me has been bed ridden for over a year) and so I’ve been blowing through a lot of my savings (which was intended to pay for grad school application stuff, and maybe a payment on my student loans if I couldn’t get a job) on ubering back and forth between her hospital and home to tend to the animals, as well as a few quick trips to stores and such. 

This wouldn’t be as bad if it didn’t look like it was going to take so long for her to heal (a month is the shortest time just to walk on it, but she’s also got to do physical therapy, and that’s not even mentioning that other health issues tend to slow her healing). Because of this, getting a full time job (or really any job that requires me to go far or be away from her for a considerable amount of time) is out of the question. 

So, while I hunt and pray for a remote job I wanted to offer a few services I can do on here. Price on everything is negotiable. 

I make & sell icons here

I can edit just about anything writing wise. It was actually why I went to school, so if you’ve got a paper, or a blog post, or like even your novels for this month, that you need edited, hit me up

I can do writing commissions! 

I can also make simple theme backgrounds.

Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day! 

- Lime

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-- // Sumi has a few varying health and mental problems depending on the ‘verse, but one very consistent thing is that she has a variant of Synesthesia called Chromesthesia. Chromesthesia means that her brain interprets sounds as colors, from music to the most basic every day noises. It can cause her to become overwhelmed in loud environments, but she’s learned to control her stimulus as she’s gotten older. One of the benefits, however, is that she has perfect pitch as a result of her condition.

#m: || musings #m: || meta

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    --- // i’m searching for something that i can’t reach

                                             what happened to the soul that i used to be? \\ ---

                                                 Sumiko Kurokawa.

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Derek…still wasn’t entirely sure why he’d been the one volunteered to show the new girl around. It seemed more something the class president should do or something. Sure, he was popular, captain of the basketball team, he had most of the same classes she did (so he’d been told anyway), but above all, he knew if he refused his mother would give him that Mom Look that made him regret his entire existence. So “student guide” he would be.

He made his way toward the front office, backpack slung over one shoulder, one hand in his pocket while the other held a note that had the new girl’s name on it. He read it over a few times before shoving it in his other pocket.

He arched a brow seeing the girl sitting outside the office. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting her to look like, but this was not it. Not that that was a bad thing. Or an important thing.

“Sumiko?” he asked as he walked up beside her, offering her a small smile.

“ Ah, yes! ” That was supposed to be a question, not an exclamation. And she didn’t mean to spring to her feet quite so suddenly, but here she was. Trying quickly to cover up her own embarrassing enthusiasm, Sumiko decided to offer the student before her a quick bow in greeting. “ The principal said that I would have a...guide of sorts. Are you Derek Hale? I am very sorry if I am impeding your class or activity schedule at all. Please let me know if I can make up for the trouble. ”

Only a moment passed before Sumi felt her face burn with embarrassment, catching the odd looks that a few passing students tossed her way. Had she done something particularly odd or embarrassing? No one was laughing, which was a relief, but there must have been a reason she was garnering so much attention. Was it her clothes? The lack of uniform had thrown her, and she didn’t have much in the way of more “casual” clothing. 

Maybe it was her appearance. She knew she was oddly coloured, and disproportionally built, which made her something of a spectacle. She couldn’t really fault them for the staring, so instead, she resolved to simply keep her head down. Literally.

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Yoru’s tired. He’s not even sure what time it is. It feels like all he’s been doing lately is sleeping. But now he feels like he’s too tired to sleep. Which… hadn’t happened to him in awhile.

But now he was awake with nothing to do. All his books were at home, and he didn’t want to try and interpret any of the medical texts Thomas might have laying around. And he couldn’t really get up to look for anything either. Namine had fallen asleep on his good arm and he wasn’t about to do anything to disturb her.

Sure, she’d been sleeping like a rock lately, but that didn’t mean he wanted to run the risk of waking her up. Even if his arm was falling asleep. And even if someone was opening the door. It didn’t smell like Thomas, so he wasn’t sure who it was, but… well, he didn’t exactly have the energy to put up any kind of fight right now. He could at least lift his head to see who it was, at least.

Sumiko prides herself on her prowess as a doctor. It’s the only reason Thomas has let her hang around him for so long, after all---an extra set of hands is only good if it’s a competent set. She’s proved her worth to him a few times over now, and it hasn’t been easy. The technology here functions fairly differently to what she’s been used, thanks to the last world she’d lived on, but she got the hang of it quickly enough. Things only ever change so much. 

But one thing that never seems to change is the fact that, somehow, children always end up hurt. It’s never quite been something she’s been able to make peace with, but she tries to tell herself that’s a good thing. A cursory note at Thomas’ notes is more than enough to let her know just what state the pair had been in when he first took them into his care--but still, it’s always better to take  look with one’s own eyes. 

A glance into the side room of the modestly-sized clinic reveals a young woman, asleep half-on her companion--the one with the hurt arm.

As she began to step in, Sumiko froze, heart screaming in her chest. The silvery hair and blue eyes were achingly familiar, causing a sudden welling of pain she thought she’d left behind centuries ago. But this boy was not her Ryuu--his name is Yoru, and it’s her job to take care of him. So, she quickly forces herself back into her composure, and keeps her voice soft as she approaches. 

“ That doesn’t look comfortable. I can shift her to the other bed and pull it closer if you want. You’ll lose circulation if you stay like that. ”

#v: || living in twilight #c: || ( that good night )

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----// I am a blessed woman.

#m: || in a different skin (ooc)

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HE LOOKED DOWN on the smaller in equal measure, not surprised that she had jolted slightly when he had spoken & that her eyes had WIDENED when her gaze fell upon him. This was quite the common response from younglings that made his acquaintence – unlike the other Zabraks who resided in the Temple, Savage was dark & brutish & had a terrifying demeanor. The fears of others no longer phased him.

In response to the suddenness of her words, Savage held up a consoling hand slightly, as if to beg her silence. “You are in no one’s way.” He said before bringing himself down to sit beside her, his legs crossed. (Upon getting a better look at her, she seemed… to resemble ones from Dathomir. He recognized it, but said nothing.) “I sense something more than nothing, little one.”

“ R-really, sir, it’s nothing. ” The guilt that flooded her chest was close to strangling in its intensity. How could she make such a ruckus, as to impose on a Jedi Knight? A model of the Jedi order, concerned over her, just based on what he sensed. Was she truly so incompetent, that she couldn’t even keep her troubles tucked away inside of her, instead of broadcasting them out across the force?

If she could will the ground to open up and swallow her in an instant, she would accept such a fate gladly. She could feel the tell-tale prick of tears in her eyes, and the flushing of her cheeks in shame at her own incompetence. Some youngling she was. She didn’t belong in the temple--she and everyone else knew it. It was just a matter of time before she was too old to be a padawan, and told to go and make her own fortune. 

If she could simply keep her trouble to herself until then, and make as little trouble as possible, then she would be glad of it.

She stumbled to her feet, bowing deeply to him in the traditional fashion, all of her senses urging her to flee, to leave him to his peace and to quit being such a little pest. “ T-thank you for your concern, sir. Please excuse me. ” And with that, she turned tail to hurry away, scolding herself for not even being able to keep from stuttering.

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bruce wayne has attended more charity galas than he would care to even think about counting. ·over the decades prior, ·he has both gravitated toward causes as they have to him, ·appearing a man ready to throw his money at anything. ·he wouldn’t mind the charities if they did not come with the essential socializing aspect–the parties always full of sycophants and social climbers, · the high life and blissfully unaware. ·some blissfully aware, ·but so caught in their own greed that they didn’t care. ·as much as bruce likes to believe in the best of people, ·it makes him sick. ·most of the bourgeoisie of gotham city look away at the city’s misfortune, ·despite it being a foundation for their own fortunes. · charity is not the same as advocacy, ·and therein is apathy.

currently, ·he’s being as inconspicuous as possible at the periphery of the soiree, ·thoroughly exasperated and burnt out from perfunctory smiles and greetings. · despite his status as one of the top contributors to the new gotham’s children’s hospital, ·bruce has no desire to hear any forced gratitude any longer, ·though the welfare of gotham of gotham remains at the top of his concerns forever and always. ·he isn’t joined by a date or a ward for once, ·an unusual occurrence the past few years. ·clad in a dark, custom-tailored italian suit, ·he accentuates the hard lines of his form while carefully covering up scars and bruises with a high collar.·

sipping at ginger ale, ·he examines the penthouse floor–the lights, intricate and melting ice sculptures, ·forms of figures dancing the evening away. ·a non-interfering path is chosen to make his way to the bar to order another drink, craving something a touch harder than ginger ale.

the eyes of those around the bar remain on one girl, ·dark-haired and dressed in a traditional kimono. ·there’s some hushed whispers before attention is diverted, ·drowned out by music playing on speakers built into the walls. ·curious, ·bruce orders a scotch on the rocks, ·and approaches the girl with his new drink in hand, ·other hand in his pocket. ·eyes trailing over her.

“—-i like the outfit,” ·the statement seems to stumble out, ·sheepish smile appearing as he offers a hand. ·“i’m bruce wayne. ·i certainly haven’t seen you around.”

Of all the things she expected from tonight, getting a mile and a handshake from Bruce Wayne without having to pursue it herself was not one of them. For a long moment, she was stunned, and did a surreptitious glance about, in what was perhaps the fraction of a second. She couldn’t imagine what she was being approached for--while she was proud of the work she did, it was never spoken of in a setting such as this, let alone with one of the leading manufacturers of...well, just about everything.·

Perhaps he had just noticed how she stuck out like a sore thumb. The thought made her guts twist, and the telltale warmth in her cheeks that was the oft-felt Flush of Shame, as she had dubbed it, was ever-present. Did he know what the furisode signified? Perhaps he just felt bad for her. She had hardly ever heard anyone speak ill of them man without having some sort of agenda to hand that required it. Granted, in this city, that was quite common, but the mere fact that anyone was insistent about his earnestness spoke volumes.

He was, without a doubt, one of the most desired men in the city, if not the entirety of the eastern seaboard, after all. So, back to the problem at hand--why was he talking to her?

All of these thoughts rushed by in what could only be identified as a brief flicker of a moment before the usual smile painted its way across her lips, her hand coming up to grasp his in a shake. Her grip was light enough to be properly feminine, but not so limp-wristed as to imply spinelessness. She couldn’t help but notice just how small her hand was in his--in fact, the entirety of his being could easily loom above her, given the difference in their statures.·

“ Sumiko Kurokawa. ” The smile she offered was genuine, warm as her eyes met his.·“ It is a pleasure to finally have a presence to match the image. I must admit--you are considerably taller than I had imagined you to be. ”

Extracting her hand from his, she took a sip of her water delicately as she contemplated what next to say, to cover for her less-than-intelligent comment just now. But nothing came to mind. No wonder--she wasn’t even half as clever as she wished to be. Cursing herself, she forced a smile, all too aware of the embarrassment it betrayed.·“ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to seem rude, I was just taken aback. But with how small my own stature is, I truly have no reason to judge. “

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