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“Jarvis .. sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.”
Happy 49th Birthday Anthony Edward “Tony” Stark (May 29 1970 - 2023)
Trust: Short Story
I remember that day - filled with satisfaction and fun - it was February 22.
I sat on the floor, ever so patient to hear his voice as we chatted about things we didn't wish to hear from each other. Since that day, I held a grudge over someone that I used to know.
I can remember him saying, "What? They didn't tell you?"
I said, "No."
Let me tell you - I trust people easily. I love them as if they were a part of my big family. And yet, not all of them favored me, my speech, my actions.. it was as if I grew up in a world of the words, "To kill or to be killed."
Since then, I always thought I've done nothing wrong. I trusted myself, ever so confident, that I am only entrusting my opinion to those who can see my anger. My disappointment at those people who were unworthy of my trust by now.
The day arrived where I ended up on the wrong side of the bed. One post made those who are guilty think twice of what they did wrong. Worse, they didn't know that I was hurt, and that stung a little bit more.
I apologized, though. Yet, I didn't feel theirs. Must it be that I decided not to trust them after such confrontation? Must it be the bitter sound of defeat that made me frustrated?
"What did I do wrong?" I remember asking that to him. "For all I know, I was saying what I think is true - honest. What did I do that made them think that they're the ones at fault here?"
He shrugged, presumably trying his best to calm me down. "They'd have their distance from you, dude, and that's fine. Even if they really are at fault, that doesn't change that you've done something wrong, too."
I cried.
Again, and again.
I just couldn't help it. I had to release that frustration and disappointment inside me. I only felt sad.
Since then, I had the nerve not to look at them in the eye. I had the nerve to speak out in accounts that they do not know about.
What I know is this - do not dare show your feelings in social media. You could only bring yourself the pain when they throw it back to you. If you need help, ask your friends and family - not in posts that would make people question themselves.
Trust is a big word. Never lose that.
Draft #1?
I've been wanting to write a good story or two here instead of WP, Twitter, or whatever social media website out there.
Even if it's just a draft (for now), it's worth a shot. I write for fun, so criticism is fun, too.
Mind that there's also no title for now lol.
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He awoke to the sound of sobbing. The magician was there, holding his hand as tears stained the sleeve of his cloak.
Julian was alive.
When Ghiko opened his eyes, the worried magician smiled in surprise. Their eyes meet with certainty, and Jules could only squeeze Ghiko's hand lightly.
"Ghiko..! Oh, thank goo-"
He sat up suddenly, welcoming the magician into his arms and kissing him as if it was the first time in years since they last meet. It took Ghiko more than enough to do such a move, and it was worth it when Jules accepted it wholly.
As they part, Ghiko could only smile to reassure the young magician.
"I promised to stay by your side, Jules. I won't leave you." Ghiko muttered, holding the other by the waist real tight. "I won't leave you."
Julian sincerely missed him, they both knew that. They were both scared of losing each other - and that made them closer.
The magician cried on Ghiko's shoulder, more than happy to see him alive. He didn't care if someone would see them, nor find out that they are indeed together. He was just happy to see Ghiko awake. With him.
"Thank you, Ghiko. Thank you."
Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.
yes, it is- do not ask me twice why.
Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma'am, you took my hearing aids.”
HOLY SHIT
one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.
my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me
I had a sub in English once, on presentation day. And everyone goes up and does their thing, and then its my turn. The whole time im stuttering and mixing up my words, having to stop and re-say my sentences. The rest of the class is used to this and claps. However, by the time its over, the teacher is 100% done.
Starts saying horrible thing about how im going to have to get over my ‘fear of public speaking’ and how she’s heard 8 year olds give better presentations (plus worse things but I don’t really member them). By then im in tears and on the brink of a panic attack, and then she starts telling me off for crying The rest of the class is horrified. Then this boy stands up. He never been my friend and we never really got along, but he’d never bullied me. He told her in a pissed off, cold voice that in freshmen year I got a concussion and that I never really recovered from it, so all that was medical related and I couldn’t help it. Then he starts telling her off and the rest of the class joins him. The teacher is mortified and tries to cover her ass, but the whole class walked out and that boy took me by the shoulders and we all walked to the principles office and told him what had happened. Lets just say she isn’t teaching anymore. Also, turns out that boy had a sister like me, who couldn’t really speak. We’ve been best friends for 8 years and i’ll be his best woman at his wedding next year. The moral is that Teachers, even subs, and adults shouldn’t scold kids before knowing the whole story, because shit like that can fuck up kids self-esteem for the rest of their life.
When I was thirteen, I had to have spinal surgery. When my doctor said I was allowed to attend school again, he said I had to use a wheelchair when on school grounds. My first day back at school, my special-ed teacher had put up a banner in her classroom that read, “There is no elevator to success. You must take the stairs.” I asked what that meant regarding my wheelchair, and she gave me detention for “disrespecting her authority”. The next week she gave us a homework assignment to design a poster that could potentially be used as a Public Service Advertisement. On the due-date, I handed this in.
My special-ed teacher was fucking OUTRAGED. She wanted me expelled for ridiculing her authority in front of the other students. The principal proclaimed my work to be “a masterpiece of satirical genius” and vetoed the special-ed teacher’s attempt to expel me.
Reblogging this post yet again, this time for the masterpiece of satirical genius. Hope the teacher got in trouble.
I had a teacher who would laugh at this boy in my class who had Down’s.
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finger guns
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“y’all”
oh my god
Look how much he’s grown. Look how happy he’s become. I’m so proud!! :’)
(these were taken from almost all 147 vlogs, minus like three or four that were in the playlist without facecam.I tried to get a smile in each.)
we found a green ladybug. how cool is that?
is this what we call a meme? :“D
so me?
Sorry not sorry!
This is gold.
Oh my god-
Pfft
my h ea rt
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
This must be a sign 🌌
wish i do smth cool to end this year
yknow
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i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.
i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……
southern europe is burning.
my country is burning.
people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.
yesterday my country had 300 active fires.
people are losing EVERYTHING they own.
i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.
and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish.
i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately.
but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?
again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves:
An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete
Torneros de Jamuz, Spain
Duca, Croatia
A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste
Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios
Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.
Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece
Portugal
This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.
This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.
Not my blog type, I dont care.
God please stay safe everyone, take care
A perfect example what is wrong with the media. I can’t recall hearing about it in the German news.
I had nightmares like this when I was little.
Dear gods this is horrible!
The world is on fire, literally and metaphorically.
Even if I'm an ocean away, I better share this.
I don’t think people realise how easy it is to feel ugly when you’re South East Asian.
I know so many popular East Asian bloggers, who always get so many notes because of how elegant and refined and. Pale. They are. Those are standards most of us can never achieve. I’ve never seen a selfie set of a southeast Asian girl break 1k: but I’ve seen plenty, and I mean plenty of pale East Asians break 3k easy.
I know East Asian bloggers who go on about racism against East Asians and act like it’s universal. I know some who will talk about East Asian racism but never breathe a word about racism against southeast Asians.
I know East Asian bloggers who literally don’t follow any South East Asians. The ones who say that it doesn’t matter because “we’re all East Asian!” Technically. Or those who act like we’re a different breed and a different species.
I wonder if most East Asians know that their beauty standards get passed down to our countries. I wonder if they know how it hurts a lot of us.
So I’m giving a shoutout to every southeast Asian girl. Every one of you,if us, deserves to feel pretty.
I’m talking about the Indonesian gals with broad noses. The Malay girls who wear Tudung and are mocked. Chinese Singaporeans who are still not “Chinese enough” for mainlanders. Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair. Indian Singaporeans who are feel like they need to be pale to be worth something ( you don’t). Thai girls who are told their country is only good for farming rice. Myanmar girls who get asked mockingly if they’re domestic workers. Even if you are, there is no shame in that. Every Cambodian girl who felt bad about having thick lips. I know I left a lot of people out, and I’m sorry. But if you’re reading this and haven’t seen yourself here - you are just as worthy and my spirit and strength and good wishes are with you
You are all beautiful. Every single one of you. We are all beautiful. It’s hard to see it and it’s hard to feel it sometimes but we are. You are. Every one of you. Pride to our people!
I have never seen a proper positivity post for southeast Asian girls by a southeast Asian girl so could you please reblog this? I want any southeast Asian girl seeing this to know I love them
I’m South East Asian (from Indonesia). It’s the first time I see positivity post for south east Asian and this post makes me happy. I was born with thick eyebrows, slanted eyes, & pug/flat nose , now I’m happy with it. To my south east Asian fellows, it’s great to be happy with how you look like. It’s also great to be happy with something else, like, what you’re good at or what you like to do or what you’ve done so far as long as it doesn’t harm others. It’s great to embrace who you really are.
"Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair."
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