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codexassassin · 3 months

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About Freedom (in honor of MLK Day and every other one)

Assassins are usually poor; we have always been that way. Our strength comes from being stepped on, bullied and told that we cannot. We can. Sooner or later, the lesson is that the more oppression we observe, the more justice we serve. So, if you are in this boat, do not be disheartened, you will rise up.

Not every assassin wears a hood or has a hidden blade, some are thieves, some are concubines, some are doctors, some are beggars. Some have the power to wield the world and others struggle to get through the hour's day by day..

Everyone deserves their freedom, to live as one needs or wants, lives in a better world, not controlled by money and greed. Putting poverty where it always is, for from those who control. Be it why they want their freedom this way - to live as a woman if one is a man, to live as a man if one is a woman, to have equal rights in skin color, and in the ability to go where we have to go..

Our logo stands for freedom, for doing the right thing to honor that freedom so we may be ourselves..

People misunderstand freedom in today's modern age, they think it means they can do what they want. No, it means that we have free will: We can do as we please within the confines of the Law, or it means to have that we can do what we need to do if that Law is broken and we can do something, but most times it means we have surrendered some freedoms to live more productively and freely.

In Equality every race is treated equally in every way. Not just in some ways, but in all ways. Women are no longer forced about, nor men, whites have as much freedom as African Americans. LGBTQ+ has as much rights as straight people, citizens and common as much as the President. It is because of Fear that we're not equal still. The African Americans believe they are entitled to it far more than anyone else and don't want equality for all, just themselves. That is Fascist behavior.

That is also because we have children playing at government. Until we no longer have children playing government, we will always have inequality.

I pray you find blessed opportunity with the paths you walk.

--V

Mentor of the Atlantean Bureau

#codex assassin #fanbased #assassinscreed #submit stuff #send asks #the assassin's way #nothing is true?#history #Equality #Freedom #MLK Day #Patriots

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spacehey-ooc · 2 years

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#spacehey #status #profiles #ive been sick lately so the queue is looking kind of bare #submit stuff #also i was wondering how many of you who follow me are refugees from twitter and tiktok #many if not most of you are non reblogging blank accounts but you dont look default

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incognitopolls · 3 months

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about sex #submitted nov 22 #polls about lgbtq stuff

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blue-website · 3 months

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Pls send asks. I want people to ask me stuff about my AUs or characters or idk general questions or something now that I figured out how to turn on my asks lol. Or submit stuff if you wanna.

:D

#send asks #pls #asks open #asks #skskakd #submit stuff

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monstermonger · 5 months

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I recently bought an art book on Caspar David Friedrich, whose emotional work stuck with me since I first saw it in a museum years ago. Over the course of a few weeks, I read about his life and at the same time did studies/interpretations of many pieces. It was a really enjoyable and fulfilling project; here's a good lot of them together :)

I was happy to see many people enjoyed Friedrich's work+my interpretations while posting them individually. It took way too long, but I FINALLY set up a print shop for some of these + some other pieces for those who expressed interest. Thank you so much!

#hi again :D im back after my bimonthly haitus #friedrich #caspar david friedrich #art #fantasy art #fantasy creatures #dragon #dragons #god i had so many issues trying to put together a print shop yall....#i'm glad it's finally done #i'll put a more print-focused advertisement together later #ty for the patience :"D #i've been working on a TON of stuff lately #I actually really like this setup-- where I quietly work on lots of things for months #and submit it in bulk over the course of a few weeks of activity #mentally a really nice method for me

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hyperfixationfoods · 2 years

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Submit the food(s) you're hyperfixated on!

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harmonictechnicality · 11 months

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Steve wakes up around three or four in the morning almost every night. He’s always careful getting out of bed. Small movements, slow footsteps. Minimal bones cracking. Doesn’t want to wake Eddie. Not that he needs to be this careful because his boyfriend could sleep through several natural disasters (and if someone bothered to wake him in this scenario, he’d put an impotency curse on them or some equally fucked-up shit).

But that’s one of the reasons why they work. Not because of the sad-dick curse thing. They just exist on different sides of the scale. The raging insomniac and the deepest sleeper known to mankind. It balances out in the weirdest possible way.

Still… he’s always careful. Can never be too careful.

Steve doesn’t really do much when he wakes up at this ungodly hour. He sort of walks around their duplex, drinks a glass of water, opens a window to breathe in that pre-sunrise air. It fills his lungs up differently than normal air. At least, it feels like it does.

Like less people are breathing it in. Like he can take up space without feeling selfish. The logic doesn’t really add up but whatever. Concepts like logic and science are overrated at four in the morning.

After another lap around the place, he slides back into the covers, drapes an arm over Eddie’s waist. His t-shirt is rumpled up to his chest, so Steve is met with linen-warm skin. His fingers curve into Eddie’s sides, pulling himself closer.

Steve yawns, breathing out all of his pre-sunrise air. Inhales the scent of his boyfriend instead. Smiles like an idiot into the pillow because it’s totally a fair trade.

And Eddie… well, he doesn’t even budge - doesn’t even stir when Steve settles in next to him. He just continues to wheeze through his nose, mouth slightly open. Not quite a snore, but Steve will probably tease him about it in the morning regardless.

This right here. This makes Steve’s shitty sleep cycle worth it.

The sun pokes through the window blinds. Eddie pokes Steve’s cheek. Too much poking going on for Steve who definitely didn’t get enough sleep, per usual.

“You got up last night.” Eddie mumbles, still lazily poking him.

“How’d you know?”

“Bed felt different.”

Oh. The way Eddie says it. A crash of honesty. His voice sounds weathered, unused from sleeping. Barely awake. It sort of hits Steve’s heart like a crime he didn’t even know he was capable of committing.

Honestly, he doesn’t get why last night would be any different. Steve gets up most nights, not just last night. But Eddie looks particularly wounded by this (new) realization, so Steve probably shouldn’t point that out right now. Maybe in the afternoon when Eddie is more alert. Less… offended.

“Well, I’m back now.” Steve grabs Eddie’s index finger, the one poking him, and places it over his own lips. Bites at it gently till Eddie pulls away in protest. He’s smiling as he swears. Lets out a string of half-hearted threats about how he’s gonna pour Steve’s hair supplies down the sink for such a vicious attack.

It’s a little irresistible when Eddie gets like this. When he’s the pouty one instead of Steve. All he can think to do is reach out, curl his hand underneath Eddie’s chin and pull him in. Eddie moves so easily, gives up his one-sided fight long enough to kiss Steve. Hands running up his back, legs hooking around Steve’s thighs.

Drowsy, morning kisses are so good. So, so good. Their lips feel heavier, their motions feel thicker. Every touch is guided by pure need. Steve fucking needs this, to feel Eddie curving into him, arms framing his own, groaning every damn time they break away. It all makes Steve feel needed too. Needed by the guy who changed the trajectory of his life by asking Steve to ‘hang out or something’ two years ago.

Or Something turned out to be absolutely everything.

“New rule.” Eddie huffs, drags his lips down Steve’s jaw. “For every hour you spend awake during the night, you owe me.”

Steve laughs. “I owe you, huh?”

“Mhmm. You owe me an extra hour of wallowing in bed together in the morning.”

“What about work?”

“The hours will have to rollover, I guess. Accrue interest.” Eddie lifts up from Steve’s neck, eyebrows raised. Clearly having too much fun with this. “We can hash out the details over coffee and burnt toast.”

Typically, Steve would play along, continue the little comedy routine that Eddie starts up. But he’s so damn tired from the lack of sleep and early fucking wake-up call. So instead, he tugs Eddie back down by his collar and whispers, “Whatever you say, baby.”

Because that’s what it boils down to. He’d do anything for Eddie to kiss him this deep, till their lips blister and their jaws ache. Steve would give every fragment of lovesick happiness in his heart, just to hear the way Eddie says his name all breathy and raw.

He can’t say that out loud, dear god no. Eddie would mock his ass into next century. So Steve just hums into Eddie’s mouth, twists the collar of his shirt enough to permanently wrinkle it. They’re verging into that gray area between cable-approved makeout sessions and dry humping till the alarm goes off. If there wasn’t an alarm to worry about, Steve would already have Eddie’s boxers already his ankles and moaning his name the way he likes it best.

Whoever invented alarm clocks are the ultimate boner-killer.

Steve ducks his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, lays a few quick kisses on top of his shoulder. Hopes that translates to, ‘I wanna suck you off till there’s nothing left, but I’m a boring fucking adult with a boring fucking job.’

The translation must be clear enough because Eddie rolls off of him and heads to the bathroom. Seems just as grumpy about it as Steve. Good. They can be cranky together.

When he comes back out, they get ready for their respective work shifts. Steve looks over, watches Eddie struggle with a tangled portion of his hair, before giving up. Accepting defeat way faster than Steve ever would. “Uh, Eddie?” He tries his best to hide his snickering through the question.

“Yeah?”

“Why does it matter if I wake up sometimes?” Okay. Most times.

“You’re gone.” Eddie shrugs. “Simple as that.”

The reaction is too mellow for Eddie though. Shrugging and dismissiveness? Nah. He’s downplaying the shit out of whatever he’s feeling, and Steve’s not having it.

“What do you mean it’s simple?”

“It’s just… I don’t know. Doesn’t seem fair.” Eddie checks the clock, then sighs. “I want more time.”

More time? More time with Steve or more time in general? Either way, it doesn’t add up. They’re young - they have all the fucking time they could ever want. Also, they live together and have all the same friends. It’s not exactly a logical theory.

Then again, neither is Steve’s ‘pre-sunrise air supply’ theory. None of it makes sense. But at least they’re here. Wanting fresh air and each other. That’s enough logic for a lifetime.

“Hey.” Steve walks over and takes Eddie’s hand. He taps over his ring finger, the one that symbolizes something they can’t have. Not now, not in this society. Still. It means something. So he stares intently at it, rubs over the place where a ring might sit. Thinks that Eddie would pick out something bold. Something gaudy and perfectly him.

More time. Steve gets it, he does. He releases Eddie’s hand and nods. Smiles.

“I’ll steal us as much time as I can, Eddie Munson.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #this is the first little thing I've written since submitting my Big Bang draft #it’s a lot softer than my normal stuff but hey #insomnia writing do be like that sometimes #(so yeah - I projected my sleep problems onto Steve)#(and yeah - I projected my tangly hair onto Eddie)#let me liveeeeeeee

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simplyhorrordude · 2 years

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Making a YouTube channel where I tell true stories. Please feel free to submit your real experiences and stories!

#horror #youtube horror #true stories #real story #thriller #paranormal #scary stories #submit stuff

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mabbbish · 1 year

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i’ve had enough of these guys

#autism won!!!!! i’m having the best time #please got submit in the right format of images #i might post more i drew some other ones but only the 10 are allowed so #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #my art #rics stuff

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codexassassin · 4 months

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The point of the codex

This is a fan made version of an Assassin's Codex if it were a tumblr fan community. You can submit things to the codex for inclusion that you think should be in an Assassin Codex. You can put logo art, you can put articles on actual survival training, you can make doodles, or musings, you can creatively give ideas of new pieces of Eden or relics and what they should be used for.

I came up with this idea because a friend asked me to create an Assassin codex, because I watch and play so much AC, they believe I am a Mentor of the Creed.

It is just fan made, fan based, and will never be complete and I welcome anyone who wants to post to the Codex.

Some of it will be NPC sourced writings, some is presented as if writing to Assassins or templars of the future. It is mostly a work of fiction, and it should NOT anger anybody, if you see any DALLe3 content you can use it or tinker with it, but don't claim it as yours.

If something is here and you want it removed, please ask politely.

If you don't like imagination, please f__k off and get off this blog community.

If you see something you like, I don't need credits, freely take an idea or 12.

If you believe women shouldn't have imagination, and that we should all be dominated by men well you have small penis brain, and I don't have time for your shyt.