[bomberqueen17]

Inspired by this post, here’s a graphic and a link roundup:

No new content Sept 1 2017, in protest of Tumblr @staff‘s complete lack of effort to take any action to control rampant white-supremacist hate speech on this platform.

If GoDaddy and Google, Discord, and even OKCupid  (and even Facebook and GoFundMe) can take steps to curb hate, why can’t Tumblr? (Users have been complaining for years, it’s not like this is a new problem.) Tumblr consistently refuses to enforce its own no-hate-speech policy in this matter.

(There’s even a lovely write-up of it from this very month: Nazis On Tumblr Are Attempting To Make White Supremacy Hip.) (There’s a change.org petition about it too, which has a nice write-up of exactly how much absolutely-nothing Tumblr @staff are willing to do about egregious hate speech.) (No, I’m not involved with either of those links, nor the original post I’m referecing above, I just thought I’d Google it before I made a graphic. I know very little about this but it all seems pretty gross, now doesn’t it.)

I’m posting this now, then I’ll put it in my queue on the 1st and have that be the only thing that posts on that day (for those of us who can’t shut our queues down easily, that’s a solution). And then, no posts, no replies, no chats, no inbox, no messages, no visits to the site for the duration of the 1st in my timezone.

[Image description: On a blue background, white bold text says: “9/1/17 Tumblr Strike: This blog is posting no new content to protest Tumblr’s unwillingness to take action against white nationalist hate speech”]

[bannumblood]

                              You CAN’T change what you are,                                        no matter who you SAVE,                                                or who you ℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆.

                                                                Penned by Sam

[idsurvive]

OKAY. So. I've sort of come back from hiatus? Please read on for more info;

I don't know if this'll change in the future the longer I write him like it has with Damon, but I just have too many confidence issues to SEE the people I follow interacting with other Murphy blogs. Now, I am NOT going to be one of those assholes that do one sided exclusivity, but I AM going to HAVE to become a mutually exclusive blog and I am sorry for that. But it's for my own mental health and sanity. So, if you want to write with me or have me follow you, we must be mutually exclusive. I don't care if you follow other Murphy blogs. But I can't see it on my dash. It's either give him up completely (which to be honest I miss him way too much) or go this route. If my issues change in the future then I'll remove this rule.

Another thing I might do is cross him over into the TWD/FTWD fandom entirely and give him a t100 verse and not write with many rpers from his home fandom. I'm not sure yet.

So if you're willing to be mutually exclusive, continue following me and like this post or comment on it or send me a message of some sort. Because I'll be unfollowing people this weekend.

I'm going to reblog this several times over the next few days.

[idsurvive]

I’ve been struggling against doing this for almost a month now but I think it’s time…

I’m going to be putting Murphy on a HIATUS for now. I don’t want to say I’ll never be back but that may just happen. I have too much mental shit going on right now to write a character I constantly second guess myself on and have zero confidence with portraying. This could last a few days, weeks, months, or forever. But I’m getting my meds sorted and then maybe after that I’ll be back. Until then, if you want to still write with me, or chat, I’ll be on Damon, and I also have two more muses coming up, Nicolas de Lenfent from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles and Sir Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak (who’ll be worked on once I read the novel which I’m doing now.)

So yeah! I’ll see you guys on the flip side if I don’t see you here. You’re more than welcome to follow any of the above blogs and chat/write with me there. Love you all, and thanks for sticking with me while it lasted and throughout this hiatus if it ends up being JUST that.

<3 - Sam

[idsurvive]

thefineartofbitchcraft:

( ✉ : @idsurvive )

liked this post for a starter

Amy stayed close behind John as he checked out room after room in yet another house that they were going to take shelter in for the night. Life on the road had been hard for both of them but at least John kept her safe in a world where a girl like would have been little more than walker food and in return Amy made sure that he maintained his humanity with her own sweet and gentle ways. It was hard for Amy to be quiet while they went through the house but for a while, she was able to manage. It was probably not going to last long because the young writer’s mind was already quite restless and distracted as it always tended to be. All she wanted to hear John’s relieving words ‘the coast is clear’ so that she could finally let out the breath she felt she’d been holding on to forever but she knew they still had a few more rooms to go before that could happen.

This house was a really nice one, a sprawling old country home that looked like it had once belonged to a wonderful family who shared many happy memories in it. That thought was the one that got Amy going. “The walls are so filled with love that’s been long forgotten…bitter despair is now all that remains…” She mumbled without even thinking of it. She was dying to get to her notebook to write down what was no doubt some new idea for a poem she felt ‘inspired’ for. “Shit, shit…sorry…mother of shit…” The brunette apologized pressing closer to John. Instead of just quitting Amy felt the need to verbally express the fact that she forgot to remain quiet. “It was in my head…I couldn’t help it.” Yeah if there were zombies or stragglers in the house Amy had probably fucked them both. The girl tried so hard to listen but she was worse than a car alarm blaring out at the wrong times on most occasions.

( 🔪 ℐ.ℳ : @thefineartofbitchcraft )

     — Murphy’s hand tightened around the grip of the gun, just wanting this part to be over. He hated doing the initial sweep of an area for walkers, it was nerve wracking and the feeling of so much adrenaline made him nervous and queasy. But it was part of the new world they lived in and unless you wanted to die— you adapted— sometimes doing things you didn't like doing just to survive. Currently, he felt as if they were characters in a horror movie investigating a sound in another part of the house with Amy hovering so close to him. She was frustrating at times with her inability to keep quiet, but when they weren't in dangerous situations he could listen to her for HOURS. He wasn't a man of many words, so that worked perfectly in his opinion.

Rolling his eyes at Amy's need to suddenly break out in verse, he let out a long sigh as they moved further down the hall, John checking each door to make sure they were securely closed before banging on each one. If there was a walker inside— it would start it's annoying growling soon enough. John wasn't expecting Amy's sudden outburst though and jumped when she first cursed— even LOUDER than she had been while spouting off poetry. He blinked hard and turned to glare at her, lips pressed into a thin line as he exhaled his disapproval through his nostrils. Staring at the brunette for a moment longer, he reached out and pinched her arm. "You scared the shit out of me. I thought— " he sighed, shaking his head. He didn't want to say what he thought. "Nobody's here, we're safe." he finished instead, moving away from her to unpack.

[idsurvive]

She scoffed at the mention of Survival Skills. “Yeah, like that class taught us anything useful.” She’d almost earned a smile, she could feel it ( or so she thought… hoped, maybe ) but then Jaha had to go and ruin it. Damn it Jaha, as though there weren’t enough reasons to dislike him already. The former Chancellor eyed her curiously as he gave a quick rundown of leaving with them, about the City of Light and getting there and long journeys and danger… she wasn’t really listening, to be completely honest. She wasn’t here so she could find some mythical city of promise, she didn’t even believe it actually existed, figured they’d be back here in a couple weeks dirty and disappointed.

She was just here to make sure Murphy didn’t get maimed, or die, as best she could manage.

They started walking, and she kept her head down, wary of one of the delinquents noticing her and giving her away to Bellamy or Jasper upon their return. She was banking on them not returning to their rooms for a while, giving her and the others a chance to be far enough away neither boy would entertain the idea of trying to retrieve her. ( how humiliating would that be, having one of them track her down like a wayward puppy ) Once they were out of camp and a couple hundred yards from the gate she relaxed, trying to stay mostly inconspicuous at Murphy’s side, but eventually she had to talk. “So what are the odds Jaha’s bringing us all along in case he needs some human sacrifices?” She asked sarcastically, shooting him a little smile. 

( 🔪 ℐ.ℳ : @foxofthe100  )

— Murphy let out what sounded like a chuckle as his stormy hues fell to the ground beneath their feet, the almost grin nearly hidden when he looked down, oblivious that Fox had caught it— and was purposely trying to make him smile. Jaha's appearance ruined everything though as the tension and hatred returned to his features, hardening his gaze as he looked up at the former Chancellor while he spoke. Rolling his eyes, John looked to Fox, a bored expression on his face. The speech ended quickly enough and then they were heading out of camp and up into the woods. He noticed her trying to look inconspicuous and to him, it did exactly the opposite but he kept his mouth shut and didn't comment, wondering again why she was being so nice to him and thinking she had some ulterior motive for it and maybe that was why she seemed so tense.

They got little ways out of camp, far enough that they could no longer hear the sounds of people when he noticed Fox begin to loosen up and relax. "I know that look. So why are you really doing this?" he asked, glancing over at her. The mention of Jaha needing human sacrifices illicited a scoff, John's eyes rolling in their sockets. "Sucks for them, at least it won't be us." he gave her a small smile, observing Fox's reaction to that as he lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug.

They walked for hours, occasionally talking back and forth. When it started to get dark Jaha called out for everyone to stop and take a rest for a few hours. Murphy found a nook in an outcropping of rock and gestured for Fox to join him. Out of everyone in their party, it was her he trusted most. He didn't know why, but the farther they got from camp the less paranoid and relaxed he became with the idea that maybe Fox didn't have ulterior motives after all.

[idsurvive]

I’ve been struggling against doing this for almost a month now but I think it’s time...

I'm going to be putting Murphy on a HIATUS for now. I don't want to say I'll never be back but that may just happen. I have too much mental shit going on right now to write a character I constantly second guess myself on and have zero confidence with portraying. This could last a few days, weeks, months, or forever. But I'm getting my meds sorted and then maybe after that I'll be back. Until then, if you want to still write with me, or chat, I'll be on Damon, and I also have two more muses coming up, Nicolas de Lenfent from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles and Sir Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak (who'll be worked on once I read the novel which I'm doing now.)

So yeah! I'll see you guys on the flip side if I don't see you here. You're more than welcome to follow any of the above blogs and chat/write with me there. Love you all, and thanks for sticking with me while it lasted and throughout this hiatus if it ends up being JUST that.

<3 - Sam

[mercurialcrow]

So some of you may remember me posting the little baby bun I adopted the other day? Well, it turns out he’s sick :( I made a fundraiser sort of page for him since I’m on SSI/Disability and well, the first has passed and everything I had has already gone to bills so I have nothing for care until July 1st. 

I normally don’t do commissions since I’m so slow with them (painful wrist issues) but am willing to take them now for donations (or if you want to donate out of the kindness of your own heart, that’s great, too!) cause I need to get Loki vet care. They might take me a bit to complete, but I’m willing to do whatever I need to for my baby.

Here is the link to the campaign.

You guys know my work, you’ve seen it. But here, here and here are latest examples of backgrounds. I’ll basically make theme backgrounds (fitting to your code) for $20 and full code (not mine, I don’t write code, just know this ahead of time I just edit/move stuff around) + theme background for $25. Promos in this and this style are $10. I don’t do icons. 

Just please help me out, guys. My pets are my children and I’m desperate. Even if all you could do is reblog this, I’ll be grateful. <3

[roleplayaskmemes]

Ask my muse personal questions, if they lie, the mun will answer it truthfully in the tags

[idsurvive]

I’m cleaning out my following list;

First round is just people inactive past 2-3 weeks. Next round is done more carefully but I still get click happy and yeah, if I unfollow you and you know it’s in error just poke me on messenger lol

[idsurvive]

scvrletfvngs:

SO I’m strapped for cash and I’m in desperate need of it by the 14th of June. I hate asking for help. I can do icons, themes, backgrounds, promos…anything really. All payments will go through my paypal: [email protected] and you don’t have to pay me until you’re satisfied with the end product. I can provide previews if you need them :) 

[idsurvive]

Okay, I’m knee deep in shit with the drafts again so I’m gonna hoard EVERYTHING I have until I catch up on both Damon and Murphy. It’ll be a week tops. I’m determined to get these done. Just a little head’s up that I may go radio silent for a while on the reply front until I’m done. I have 8 on Damon and 7 on Murphy. It may go quick or it may go slow, depending on my bipolar/depression and whatever life decides to throw at me between now and then.

[truthcas]

You’re prepared in the saddest of ways You sleep with one hand on your blade Lost and lost and lost again Innocence stolen, hands stained red

tribute to forsaken childhood (via dcppelgxnger)

[dailymemori]

john “at least i don’t have to watch you die” murphy, refusing to look at emori when she stops breathing

[richard-harmon-gifs]

“Did they hurt you?”

“There’s only room for a hundred Arkadians in this bunker.”

[idsurvive]

“Shut the fuck up, asshole” Clarke pouted as she got into the passenger seat, buckling up as she relaxed into her seat. She had no issues with him driving, other then the fact that he sucked at it, in her opinion– and her mother took some issue with it, but it was just to the store a couple blocks over, they would be fine. At the mention of booze, she checked her wallet to make sure her ID was there and that she had their booze stash money on her.

“Alright, let’s go ahead and go to the liqueur store, so that way we don’t have to rush when we have frozen crap in the car.” Reaching out her hand, Clarke flipped on the radio, putting it on a top 40 station just to annoy him.

( 🔪 ℐ.ℳ : @queengxiffin )

     — Murphy's stormy blues slid sideways to the blonde next to him, a smirk tugging at his lips in silent amusement at her reaction. He was a teenage boy who's roommate owned a damn sports car! So OF COURSE he was gonna suck at it! But Clarke had been the one to teach him— much to her mother's chagrin—  so she was just gonna have to deal until he got better or she managed to snatch the keys first every time they went out.

Nodding to Clarke, John shifted the gear into reverse and eased the Firebird back before doing the exact opposite once out of the parking spot, the tires squealing in protest as he punched the gas causing the vehicle to SHOOT out onto the road.

They made it to their first stop without incident.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna wait here," Murphy drawled as he peered into the liquor store through the windshield, not enjoying the crowd of customers clearly milling about inside, the sheer number making his stomach flip flop. It wasn't a good sign. "You go." he looked over at her, features slightly more pale than usual, lips pressing into a thin line of anxiety.

[idsurvive]

“I– I’m a piece of shit” the blonde managed as she pressed her face into his neck, her fingers clinching at his shirt once he let go of her face. Murphy knew how she saw herself, that she didn’t think she deserved love, drunken her had told him as much one night. She was so broken and miserable, she didn’t think she deserved to be put back together even if someone could. Eventually her tears evened out enough that she could tell him everything that happened with Hector, everything that she did to fuck it up and how she didn’t deserve someone like him, he was too good for her.

( 🔪 ℐ.ℳ : @queengxiffin )

     — He swallowed thickly, feeling the old ugly swell of jealousy bloom beneath his heart and burst into a sharp jab of pain that stabbed right into the muscle even as he fervently pursed his lips and shook his head while voicing his opinion of the opposite. "No, that’s where you’re wrong. You are not a piece of shit, Clarke. He is. But I told you that already, didn't I?" he was fighting the bitter snark, but it STILL managed to appear at the end anyway. Obviously, Clarke's break down would be over a boy. He should have known. In her defense, though he hadn't been very vocal about his own feelings, Murphy's thought process was he wasn't good enough (thanks, mom) on ANY scale for her to love as anything more than what they currently had between them as friends.

Well, that was his USUAL reasoning anyway. As he stared at her now, just wanting her pain to stop, he wasn’t thinking of himself and his fears.

What possessed him to lean away from Clarke and disentangle their arms from each other and do what he did next was beyond him. But he did it without thinking of the negative consequences that were sure to follow. John was staring at Clarke's tearstained face one moment and the next he was leaning in to kiss her. It was awkward and sweet and so tentatively soft despite his inexperience in kissing girls. "He's a fool to not see what I see when I look at you," he whispered against her lips, drifting momentarily on the fuzzy pleasure of the kiss they had just shared.