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[11] A Professional Donation
AN: After reading 1-10, I'm pretty sure I'm on the right track here. There's a TW for ED, depression, self loathing in this chapter.
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Corey, dressed in faded jeans and a loose tank top that read profanity in several languages, pushed open the door to the coffee shop. The bags full of baby clothes crinkled against one another as she crammed them into the last open booth in the corner. She may have gone overboard, possibly to distract herself from the massive internal crumbling inside of her, but it was her first niece.. or nephew.
She bought clothes for both. A woman her own age approached, a smile plastered on her face in glee.
"Corey!! Peach Boba with extra pearls." Winnifred sat the pinkish orange cup in front of her, plopping down on the other side. She wore the Cafe's uniform despite being the owner. A mint-colored apron and brown button-up with a mint-colored bowtie.
"Hey, Winny. How's business? Life? Husband?" Cora stabbed the plastic top with the oversized straw and sipped on it, relishing the squishy Boba as she chewed.
"Great, great, and amazing." She leaned over, looking in the bags. Her eyebrows shot up and she glanced down at Corey's stomach. "Pregnant? Tell me all about him."
Corey laughed, shaking her head. "Its for my brother. He's having a baby... and a wedding." Her shoulders slumped, her brother's future happiness clashing with her own dreaded future.
"What?! When did this happen?" Winny asked. Her attempt to stand made the table shake and drew attention from other tables.
Corey snorted, filling her mouth with boba to avoid answering too quickly. "Last month. I only learned about it Thursday. I love being the pariah." She rolled her eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with your family?" Winny sat back down, slumping with Corey.
"They don't like having a one-night-stand reminder every holiday?" It was meant to be a half-hearted joke but she saw the sympathetic look Winny gave her.
She reached over the table and held one of Corey's hands, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. "I wish I could adopt you. My parents are always asking about you. How's the job going?" She whispered the last part quietly, leaning toward her.
"I still enjoy it for the most part. I signed on a new supporter this week and another last week... which makes up for the two I lost this week." Corey finished off her drink, knowing her best friend would want more than that. "The one I signed a couple of months ago. Let's call him... John -- I could live off of him exclusively with the time he's booked. He's easy to talk to and be around, too."
"How's his dick game?" Winny blurted out, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Corey narrowed her eyes. "Winny."
"It's been for! ev! er! since you told me about a little action. Besides, my husband loves when I come home ready to jump him." Winny grinned, pleading with her eyes for Corey to continue.
"Fine." She sighed out with a poorly hidden smile. "The first time was.. god. I've had plenty of first times with people but his hands, his dick, even his moans still make me wet."
Corey put her head down on the table, trying to cool the heat in her cheeks. "I wanted to ride his dick so badly at his house but he told me to 'control myself'. That's only made it worse." She peaked up at Winny through her hair.
"Ooooh. Dominant and good dick. I wonder if Randy would push me around tonight." Winny wiggled in the booth, clearly thinking of everything she planned on doing tonight.
"Thanks. Now on holidays, I get to think about Randy ordering you around in the bedroom."
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Cora laid in her bed, her own hands running through her hair in a soothing motion. The pang of hunger in her stomach made her muscles tense until it passed. In some sick way, she convinced herself it was punishment for developing feelings. She told herself if she held onto that feeling until tomorrow morning, she would have cleared them from her mind.
Ivar's sweet kisses from the night of the gallery flashed through her, adding a fluttering to the hunger pains. She rolled onto her stomach, squeezing her eyes shut. His mother and father had been there, both far too interested in her involvement with Ivar. The only saving grace had been James. He had whisked her away from them after several uncomfortable questions right to Ivar's side.
His perfectly tailored suit had a few wrinkles from the wheelchair -- the same wheelchair she rode him in later that night. Her dress had been rumpled up her back as he demanded she cum for him. She pressed her thighs together and glanced at the clock, grimacing when it read half past 1 AM.
Paranoia crept in behind the images-- something she had been struggling with since the unplanned sleepover. Each detail felt hand-picked by him. She doubted any control she had over situations with him. The hotel room, the sleepover, and even fucking in the bathroom stall at the gallery seemed a calculated move by him. Her fingers fisted into her hair, tugging it hard to will away the thoughts.
Her eyes went back to the bedside table, falling on her work phone this time. Normally on her day off, she would turn it off and toss it into the drawer. Her mouth went dry as it vibrated -- a text. She reached for it before she could stop herself and flipped it open.
Disappointment flooded in as she read the spam text, complete with a dodgy link. She deleted it and slammed it back down on the table. Another hunger pang racked through her body and she closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. She curled into a ball, making herself as small as possible.
She laid there for hours, not sleeping. Her mind refused to let the smiles, laughs, and soft kisses of Ivar go. Her heart constricted at the thought of him.
Cora lifted her head to the sound of her work phone ringing loudly. She reached for it, failing at an attempt to tamper down the fluttering in her chest. She convinced herself that one conversation or text or word from Ivar and she'd be able to let go.
"Hello, This is Cora." She sounded exhausted and shaken.
"Cora." Ivar's sleepy voice was music to her ears. She had forgotten all about the phone call he'd scheduled. "I miss you."
She forced down the swooning feeling in her veins. "I miss you, too, Ivar. Did you sleep well?"
He hummed into the receiver then let out a sigh. "No, too many things on my mind. You?"
"The same." The phone went silent for a long time. It felt like she was basking in his presence on the phone, content. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Ivar cleared his throat. "Can we meet today? I have something I need to tell you."
Her heart lept in her chest. A thousand scenes of him absolving the contract and never wanting to see her again. "It's... I don't know. It's short notice. I have plans today."
"Oh.." His disappointment was like a knife to the gut. "How about tomorrow?"
Cora outwardly groaned. She didn't want to see him until next week -- their next appointment time. "I-I have plans through the weekend. It's my weekend off."
She heard the distinct sound of him sucking his teeth. "I wanted to do this in person but it can't be helped..."
Her heart started hammering away in her chest, too much panic filling her to contain the swift inhale. Her mind told her he was going to absolve the contract. She cleared her throat and steeled herself. "What do you mean?"
"Someone leaked the photo of the gallery. The one I asked the photographer to take of us together." He stressed, shifting around something in the background.
Cora jolted out of her bed, eyes wide. "What? I thought you said- you said it was a private photo."
"It was." He snapped at her.
A moment passed. His tone was a shock to her system, cold water on a chaotic mind.
"I'm sorry. I have people trying to find the leak and yet those idiots can't seem to find a fucking thing." Ivar sounded pissed.
His language jarred her then she found herself laughing, falling back on the bed. The movement on the other end ceased. She covered her face with the crook of her elbow, continuing to laugh.
"What is so funny? Because I would love to laugh at this situation." His tone was still biting but all it did was make her laugh harder.
"That's... I'm stressed and this is a cherry on top. Where was it leaked to?" She quieted herself, still smiling through the relief she felt of it only being one photo and not the nasty alternative her mind whispered to her.
She shouldn't be this desperate to keep him as a client, warned her mind.
"Local news. I suspect it will be picked up internationally by gossip." There was a quiet tapping noise on the other end. "My family is fairly influential. I need you to know this was not my intent."
"I believe you, Ivar. What can I expect if that happens?"
"People will become interested in you when it happens. If they find you or where you are on your days off, they will question and scrutinize every aspect of you." The tapping stopped. "I'm truly sorry for pushing you for a photograph. I wanted something to remember the... activities of that night."
Heat flushed through Cora. "Isn't that why you took my underwear?" She whispered, biting down on her lip.
"I have told you before." He purred her name out. "I am a greedy man. I needed something to hold me over until next week and you smelled fucking delicious."
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inkskinned · 6 months
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no, but really, we need to talk about the casual objectification that has become the fallback discourse of the internet: if you're pretty and dressed nicely, you're a slut. and if you're even vaguely outside of their body standard, you're fucking disgusting.
too-frequently, people position sex workers as being "the problem". they sneer you're addicted to pornography, you don't know what a real woman looks like. but real women are in pornography. the real bodies on display are not the issue here: the issue is that other people feel extremely confident when commenting on someone's physique.
2000's super-thin is slowly worming its way back into the public ideal. recently i saw someone get told to "go for a run", despite the fact she was on the thinner side of average. not that it would ever be appropriate to say that: but it's kind of like sticker shock when you see it. people think that is fat? holy shit. do they just have no idea about things?
but what are you going to do about it? that's the problem, right. because chances are - you're a normal person. we can say normalize carrying fat on your body, but we are not the billion-dollar diet industry. we are not the billion-dollar fashion industry. we are just, like. people. who are trying to make content on the internet, without being treated shittily.
as someone who has been on both sides of things: you are treated better when you are thin and pretty. this is statistically correct. i am not saying that you cannot be bullied for being thin; i'm saying there are objective institutional biases against certain bodytypes. there are videos of men and women who lost weight all saying: i now know for a fact exactly how much worse you're treated. in the comments, some asshole inevitably says something akin to you deserved to be dehumanized when you were fat.
which means that ... the easiest thing to do is be pretty and thin. it is the path of least resistance, because of course it is, because any time you post a picture of yourself without a thigh gap, someone immediately comments something like you need to try a diet.
the other half is also dehumanizing though, huh, just in a different way. when i put on makeup and nice clothes, i am told i slept my way to the top as a professional. do you know how many women in STEM have told me they purposefully dress to "unimpress" because they already struggle to be taken seriously and if they're ever considered pretty - it for some reason takes away from their authority.
so they make it seem like it's your fault. you, existing in a body - it's your fault! if you didn't want shitty comments, don't have a body. they position us against each other like chess pieces; vying for male attention we don't even need.
and i can be an authority on this unless you think i'm fat and unattractive. when i am pretty and thin, i'm an activist. when i am just a normal person who makes a good point: i am immediately dismissed. nobody fucking believes you if you're not seen as attractive. you literally lose value. you cease to exist.
but the whole time, it feels like - is anyone actually grounded the fuck in reality? the line of "pretty and thin" keeps shifting. nobody seems to understand what "a normal weight" even looks like, because it's not something that exists - you cannot tell a person's health by looking at their body. even if you think you could tell that, even if you're sure a person is dangerously overweight - people are not your dolls. they do not need to be dressed up or displayed properly to soothe your aesthetics. you aren't concerned for them, you're stealing their agency. you don't get to say if they're "allowed" to take pictures and post them on the internet - you don't get to tell them how to exist.
people hide behind "the obesity epidemic" without any actual qualifications. they crow things about "normalizing unhealthiness".
but it's bullshit. i have visible abs. there is a pair of parallel lines on my body, even when i'm relaxed; where my obliques meet my abdominal wall. i am proud of this because it means i'm strong, because i overcame an eating disorder only to be ripped as fuck. it is genetic and physical luck that i even get any definition, i'm pleased as punch.
but it does mean that my abdominal wall sticks out a little bit. the other day i posted a video of myself dancing, and, for a moment, my shirt slipped. you could see a little bit of my stomach. i was cartwheeling to the floor. moments before this, i'd had my foot over my head.
a guy slid into my DMs. a row of vomiting emojis prefaced: you should really lose some weight before you think about dancing.
i stared at it for a long time. there was a time when i would have been triggered by this, where it would have encouraged me to starve myself. i would have ignored the fact i'm flexible, agile, good at jumping: i would have lost the weight for a stranger's passing comment. i would have found myself and my body fucking disgusting.
and for what? to please what? because why? so that he can exist in this world without an unchallenged eyeball? what would my self-hatred even accomplish? usually i write paragraphs. obviously. on this particular occasion, in this body i've been at war with for ages: i just felt exhausted.
it shouldn't be even worth saying. it shouldn't be hard to explain. all of this emotional turmoil when he cannot even comprehend the most basic truth: i am not an object on display for him.
#spilled ink#writeblr#warm up#like if im getting fatshamed. babe......... wake up#is there fat on my body? yes :)#btw this behavior wouldn't be okay even if I WAS overweight!!! that is my point!!!#it is both that people have no idea what weight is supposed to look like#and even if they DID... they do not seem to understand that PEOPLE ARE NOT DOLLS#YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL THEM HOW TO EXIST#if you respond anything akin to ''but raquel there IS an obesity epidemic''#you're blocked and reported.#go fucking DONATE TO A FOOD BANK THEN. volunteer in a food desert. start a free fitness program#GO GET A DEGREE AS A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL AND PRACTICE IN NUTRITION IN UNDERPRIVILEDGED LOCATIONS#FIGURE OUT HOW TO LOWER FOOD COSTS. FIGURE OUT HOW TO NORMALIZE AND STANDARDIZE#ACCESS TO FARM-FRESH FOOD. PROVIDE ACTUAL FREE ACCESS TO OUTSIDE ACTIVITIES#FIGURE OUT HOW TO TEACH PEOPLE HEALTHY CHOICE MAKING WHILE ALSO LOWERING THE COST OF MEALS.#THE AVERAGE GROCERY BILL OF THE AMERICAN CITIZEN HAS QUADRUPILED IN THE LAST YEAR.#SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!!!!!!!#you don't want to help these people!!!!!#you want to bully them but still feel like a good person!#you want to be justified in your hatred of an entire CLASS of people!!!#you don't give a fuck about how it makes them feel!!!!#you care ONLY about whether or not YOU get to VIRTUE SIGNAL that YOURE so thin and pretty!!!!#it is BECAUSE of people like you#and the fact you tolerate fatphobia - BECAUSE of that normalization. that men like the one who called me fat#feel like they can get away with it.#bc there's a line for you where you WOULD be okay with it. where if i WASNT thin you'd be okay with it.#which means the line can always be pushed in a certain direction. and it's always going to appeal to male aesthetics.#''well you didn't deserve it'' maybe fucking NOBODY does babe. maybe we should just all agree not to comment on ppls bodies!!
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hostilecityshowdown · 2 months
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https://www.gofundme.com/f/donate-to-help-psychosis-nicho
"Hello. I'm Ruben Zamora from Masked Republic and I'm fundraising for my friend the original Pyschosis, also known as Nicho.
On Thursday, February 15th, 2024 Nicho suffered a fall while working. At the moment, nobody knew how bad the injury was. After a few days, fellow luchador Damian convinced him to go to the hospital. Nicho took the advice, which he would later learn might have saved his life. At the moment, nobody knew how bad the injury was.
Upon arriving at the hospital, x-rays and an MRI were taken and showed that his right hip was broken. Not bruised, not fractured, but broken. Medical doctors advised Nicho that he would not be able to go home and instead must stay for observation and an eventual emergency surgery.
A few days later the surgery was performed successfully. Several days later, Nicho was allowed to go home. I have been in contact with Nicho and he tells me that he is not able to sit up, move, much less walk. He is to stay in bed for several weeks before he can attempt to sit up. Nicho tells me that the pain is severe, keeping him from sleeping at night.
Why am I doing this, you may ask? Nicho has been not only a very good friend to me, but he has been a loyal supporter in what we do at Masked Republic since day 1. When ever I called for a booking date, he always said yes, asked when and where, and say he'd be there. (Note, he never started the conversation asking about pay.) When I needed a radio interview, or a tv appearance, Nicho was always the first to step up and help out... never asking about pay. When I would go out at midnight to plaster my event posters around San Diego, Nicho would cross the border and come along to help put up posters. He never asked for anything in return. When the attendance was bad and I was short on cash, Nicho would tell me, "pay everyone else first. Take care of all the kids (luchadors from the undercard) and your expenses first and whenever you have money, don't forget about me".
For those reasons, and many more, I want to help my friend Nicho, the real and true original Psychosis.
His generosity and support has allowed me and Masked Republic to thrive in the lucha libre space, and thus allowing us to help others and provide them with an opportunity to pursue their dreams as well.
All donations will go directly to Nicho in order for him to pay his medical bills, pay for his upcoming physical therapy, and help pay for any future medical expenses as he will not be able to work for the foreseeable future.
I ask that you please help if you can. Every donation will help. Please tell a friend.
Thank You!
-R"
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kideternity · 11 months
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Hiiii it’s your friendly neighbourhood Ant 🐜! As mentioned in the tags of my most recent rb bump of my comms post, I was denied social service/disability allowance from the government, so I’ve decided to open a kofi account to hopefully help with my financial situation. The about of my new kofi has some more details on why I chose to open it- you’re free to commission artwork from me there or leave a one off donation. Thank you for reading!
Kofi: ko-fi.com/kingofants
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pansyfemme · 4 months
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kinda hyped going to a musical theatre confrence tommorow and i fucking love those even tho 9/10 readings ive seen at these things suck ass
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allgremlinart · 5 months
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if I had a scanner for my traditional art it'd be So Over (for CSP)
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chlorinewriter · 3 months
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Tagged by @erinyra for the fanfiction writer bingo! I haven't done anything like this in ages, but thanks for tagging me! It's fun to think about (and to read through your tags). Tagging @ditttiii and @giurochedadomani in case either of you'd like to participate ^^ Clean template can be found here.
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signalhill-if · 1 year
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Considering Donation Platforms
So with the demo out and the next lead well on its way, I've been thinking a lot about the future of this project and about how to dedicate more of my time to it. The honest truth is, I am a full time student and part time worker and it's difficult maintaining all three at the same time. I want to be as consistent with this game as possible, but I also don't want to sacrifice my marks, and I frankly can't afford to take fewer shifts at work right now.
The solution to this is pretty obvious- starting a Patreon or Ko-fi would allow me to make a bit of extra cash while working on the game, if I'm able to build it up enough. Obviously this is not right around the corner, as I'd like to have a bit of extra content built up by the time I launch either of those, and my primary focus right now is the main game. But I want to talk about those, which platform people generally prefer, and what kind of extra content people are interested in seeing.
Patreon has higher fees and is geared towards long term memberships. I'd be able to offer patrons early access to new updates (which will hopefully be relatively frequent, as progress during development has been pretty fast) and access to a back catalogue of art and side stories. It would also mean I could share NSFW content, like explicit stories or nude pinups, which is a bonus cause I know y'all nasty. But the biggest thing I'm excited for would be offering polls to decide what is worked on next. Because the game will be updated lead-by-lead, that means patrons would be able to directly decide what they see in early access that month.
Ko-fi has lower fees and more breadth of services, so I could use the same platform to offer commissions, sell side stories, and offer memberships for early access. However, Ko-fi doesn't allow explicit sexual content, so no sexy pinups and no sexy stories. Sorry nasty people. And since traditional romance won't exactly be the focus of the game, commissioned writing probably wouldn't be as interesting of an offer for you folks anyway. No polls, either. But the big benefit is that people may be more willing to pay a one time fee to purchase something rather than becoming a patron for a longer period of time.
Yes, I can set up both- but if I'm making content for Patreon, Ko-fi would just be a tip jar for people who don't want to use itch.io! I'm specifically thinking about which platform I want to offer content through.
I originall had a little google form here, but y'know what? I'm probably better off just doing a quick poll.
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inosukh · 20 days
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hi!  I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓
            DONATE AND SHARE.
hello! ❤️ im really sorry for what you have to go through and im not able to donate any money. :(
i really hope you meet your goal of $300 (and maybe even more!), you are so deserving and i hope only the best things come your way!
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alessandriana · 11 months
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The fact the AO3 archive software makes it technically and factually impossible for OTW the organization to comply with their legally mandated reporting and preservation obligations under 18 USC 2258(A) is an existential threat to the organization.
Yikes, yikes, yikes. Whole bunch of shit going on here about massive failures in the way the OTW (/AO3) deals with CSEM, including the attacks last year, and the ways it opens AO3 up to significant legal liability.
@transformativeworks These issues need to be fixed immediately, and the Legal team needs to resign; they are failing the organization, and putting the archive at risk.
ETA: There's been some updated info that shows they do keep backups that would probably qualify as records keeping under the law, but it's still not great.
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yeastinfectionvale · 3 months
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I love old car/racing magazines especially the adverts. Might scan a few from my GP magazine copy (there is an advert for the 2007 USGP and it looks so cool)
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hostilecityshowdown · 3 months
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"Im sure you’ve heard about the hottest wrestling promotion in Uganda today, SoftGround Wrestling. These young men have so much potential in the world of professional wrestling, but it can all be withered away very soon. Hello, I am Jake, the US Ambassador for SGW. I, just like many others, found these amazing athletes through viral posts on twitter, and I wanted to learn more. So, I got in contact with the owner of the Organization and Channel, Bumbash Daniel, but what I heard made me very sad.
The land that they currently use to film most of their content, like the video you just saw, is being rented right now by Daniel, but they don’t have a lot of funds. And if this continues, the promotion may not have a home very soon.
I believe that these athletes deserve a chance to showcase their talents to the world, but I need your help. What this GoFundMe is for is so SGW can continue renting out their land for the foreseeable future, put money towards adding to their production, and eventually saving up to buy a wrestling ring to permanently use.
When I asked Daniel about what SoftGround exactly is, he told me that SoftGround is much more than a wrestling promotion, it’s a Community of people in Uganda that use pro wrestling to come together. It’s an activity that all of them find great joy in.
So that is why I believe you should help them out today in any way you can. Whether it be donating directly or sharing the link online to spread awareness. We will provide updates as the GoFundMe progresses. Thank you for your time."
A video from the wrestlers of SoftGround Wrestling, thanking doners:
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Please donate to their GFM, follow the campaign's updates, and subscribe to their YouTube channel! You can also connect them via WhatsApp to offer your encouragement and ask how else you can support them at +(256)705059051.
I decided to reach out to them, myself, and was met with nothing but kindness, wishes for my safety, and gratitude. I mentioned that I was a big fan of their wrestler Hope, and was asked to record a short video saying hello to her, and promised that she'll record a video saying hello back to me tomorrow. I'm extremely touched, and I strongly encourage everyone to let SGW know we're cheering for them. You can watch a match of Hope's below and see for yourself what an incredible talent she and all the wrestlers at SGW are:
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miks-fantrolls · 6 months
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well. had some unexpected/financially devastating news happen. so.
ill try and make an official post for it, but im openin music commissions for $15 (1 minute)
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thelastevilregal · 10 months
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Not Jane calling Maura a whiny baby.
That's a little on the nose don't ya think?
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ronanlynchbf · 10 months
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diversity loss! those ppl correctly gendering u assumed you're straight..
#well 'correctly gendering' they genuinely just saw me as Some Guy i think so automatically referred to me as he#anyway there are a group of usually four to five ppl at the train station nearest to me who stop u and talk to you about sj stuff and/or as#you to donate. so stuff like immigrant rights lgbtq+ rights the environment et cetera & they were eyeing me when i was approaching (to#potentially be stopped & talked to etc. i get stopped like. 80% of the time around there) but then turned back towards each other and said#something along the lines of 'oh this is so scary this is so hard he's so scary' and then didn't stop me to talk and literally as i walked#away (i was JUST past them some ppl rlly do not wait for someone to be out of earsight to tall abt them) one of them said 'his face looked#good (as in approachable & a potential Person To Converse With) but the rest of him....straight man. look at that blouse.'#the previous sentence loosely quoted but it was smth like that...........WTF DO U MEAN STRAIGHT MAN??? TAKE THAT BACK PLEASE I BEG 😭🙏#<<<<<< also they meant cis straight man specifically i'm pretty sure...which is the absolute worst part of that whole assumption.#ALSO what's wrong with my blouse.........#thanks 4 the gender euphoria though. much obliged 👍#double also i don't think i'm using this meme setup thingie in the way it is supposed to be used but it makes sense either way. to me.#TRIPLE ALSO we're just assuming that if someone is a straight man they immediately don't gaf about social justice stuff?? okay.....#i mean i get it but also big generalization. but also i get it. but also big generalization. anyway. in other news i found out my grandma#used to write my grandpa actual poems. like ACTUAL actual poems of the professional sort that she made up and wrote down herself to give#to him <3333#& more news though this one is not very surprising and in fact very predictable I AM SO SLEEPY TIRED. ZONK TOWN I'M COMING DON'T U WORRY❗❗#just need to read the newspaper (the mutuals' posts of 2day) and then i am going to bed IMMEDIATELY u best believe.
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chadlesbianjasontodd · 11 months
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ive had people object really strongly when i criticize ao3 or the otw but like. my real actual main criticism is just that........organizations that expect the lower-down people who do the hard scut work to be in it For The Love Of The Game do not behave professionally, because they think they don't need to behave professionally. and i don't care how cool and new and different your particular startup is! having beanbag chairs or charity work or a volunteer-only structure is not a substitute for best practices!!
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