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razael-rage · 2 years
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Oh, how I loathe you;
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But do I loathe you or the love that I have for you?
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razael-rage · 2 years
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If you donated to ao3 you should vote! You can read the reddit thread here.
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razael-rage · 2 years
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Please don’t attack normal Chinese AO3 users.
Chinese readers like myself are also desperately calling for the vote now on our own social media(weibo and qzone), what Tiffany G says doesn’t stand for Chinese Fangirls.
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We are actually more concerned and scared than ever for if she won she might giveaway Chinese AO3 writers’ personal data to certain people and lead to horrible things in the real life. 
SHE IS WORKING IN A GOVERNMENTAL ORGANIZATION.
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Please vote for the future of AO3 and the freedom and safety of Chinese writers. And please don’t take Tiffany as a average Chinese fangirl, don’t attack us in a dark time like this.
我们都是一样的人,我们不想成为孤岛。
We are just like you. We don’t want to be lonely islands.
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razael-rage · 2 years
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A pro censorship candidate is running for OTW (owner of AO3) board, please vote to protect the archive of our own.
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razael-rage · 2 years
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I have dozens of AO3 tabs open on my phone. Many of them are my comfort fics that I’ll read at any given time on any given day if I just want to.
And I realised today that if something I write becomes a permanent tab on someone’s phone or computer, then the hours and hours of work and time and tears I spent creating it will be well worth it. 
So, write the thing. It’ll mean something to you, and you never know what it could wind up meaning to someone else.
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razael-rage · 2 years
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HEY!
AO3 is in danger of becoming CENSORED. if you have donated $10 or more BEFORE june 30th, PLEASE exercise your right to vote (as you should have received an email to) and VOTE AGAINST TIFFANY GU, who is PRO-CENSORSHIP and PRO making AO3 “palatable” for outsiders and antis.
this is one of the few places dead dove writers/illustrators have to post our content, which is NOT illegal, immoral, or a threat to society. however, CENSORSHIP IS.
if you have the opportunity to vote, PLEASE TAKE IT.
KEEP AO3 WONDERFUL! THANKS!
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razael-rage · 2 years
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My ultimate favorite
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razael-rage · 2 years
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Its too fuckin accurate
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Was doin some prompt hunting and came across a quote generator. After screwin around, it said this
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razael-rage · 2 years
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Was doin some prompt hunting and came across a quote generator. After screwin around, it said this
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razael-rage · 2 years
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Was doin some prompt hunting and came across a quote generator. After screwin around, it said this
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razael-rage · 2 years
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What are the permanent and temporary fuel sources for motivation? Or that thing where you can actually do something without it being a 'life and death' kind of choice
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razael-rage · 2 years
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I daydreamed once, listening to music and imagining random things and-
"It doesn't matter how many times you leave me in this mortal plane. As many lifetimes as I have to go through, I will find you and love you like I have now and more."
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razael-rage · 2 years
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As we danced to the sound of hearts drumming in anxiety, I held his hand in a gentle but firm grip. As if I was scared he would disappear if I didn't.
I buried my nose on the crook of his neck and shoulder, tears were forming in my eyes as we swayed side to side. I was afraid he'd faint and I wouldn't be able to catch him.
"I thought your hand was the one I would hold as we walked down the garden that would have been our wedding venue."
I didn't know who spoke but the warmth and love in my chest, in my heart, never left. It felt addicting, like hot chocolate in the cold, winter evening. Comforting like a hug from a significant other.
I lifted my head to look at his snowy blue eyes that held nothing but love and affection with the amount of time he has left.
"I love you, without prerequisite or deadline." I said, remembering a phrase I had talked with my friends about as my consciousness started fading.
I could feel him smile, from grief or love I do not know.
But as I embraced him tighter and tigher, the hole and coldness grew stronger and stronger. And, alas, my eyes opened. Tears dripping down my face as the realization dawned on newly awoken spirit.
It was all just a dream.
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