just a reminder that if you state in your A/N that the reader has no physical descriptions, please avoid using phrases such as “blush” and “your cheeks go red” and “your small frame” etc. also, i’m so tired of seeing thin, white women in mood boards. it is not that difficult to find aesthetic pictures of people with darker complexions or bigger bodies.
nothing is wrong with having your reader insert be of fair skin or thin, feel completely free to write your insert however you want. but don’t state that reader is faceless with no descriptions and use that type of language. it’s misleading and seeing phrases like that while reading takes people out of the story.
it happens more often than not and it makes my heart sink whenever i’m reading. it comes off that readers of a darker complexion or in bigger bodies are an after thought - that you just stated reader is faceless simply out of obligation.
to you, it might not mean anything. but to people who have very little representation, it means a lot. you shouldn’t have to be marginalized to strive for inclusivity. i’m sure there is no ill-intent, but impact over intent.
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went on a date, spent the day playing games w my friends, and finished the night by learning a new program (blockbench) and i still feel unfulfilled… being out of class for the holidays and scarcely approached by friends is rlly messing my brain up :\
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seriously think I forgot how to write because what the fuck
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Holy shit some of my new coworkers are showing their true colours all of a sudden
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Got the Nothingness ending in SMT IV after finding out I screwed myself out of the Neutral Ending at some point of my journey...
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg
"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"
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see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
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