What is fate to say

I post more on @inrainprose for fandom and fanfic stuff, and on @inraindrawz for my art. This is my shitpost blog.

[inrainbowz]

I post pretty much only on @inrainprose now, and on @inraindrawz for my art.

[inrainbowz]

do you have any sns fic recommendations? i love your writing as well.

Not really no... It's been a while since I read any Naruto fanfic and when I was super into the fandom I actually did all my reading in french. So I do have a few french rec I gues but not much else, sorry!

[inrainbowz]

hey i read filp the coin and face the change for the first time recently and just wanna say i love what you've done with the story. im excited for the rest of it. thank you

Thank you very much! I'm glad you're enjoying this, next chapter will be out soon :)

[devildanya]

Itachi stop this

[moominpappa]

[zviravoda]

‘we used to be the rockstars’ when germany. when.

[zviravoda]

you are right i am so sorry tom and bill kaulitz

[cancelledkirby69]

Grosse energie mireille mathieu chez la lithuanie ce soir

[refoutez-moi-en-orbite]

le coiffeur de mireille mathieu demande des droit d'auteur à la lithuanie

[writing-prompt-s]

You are a haunted house, and you’re lonely. You’ve become self conscious because every time you try to engage with visiting humans, they run away in fear. But a party of humans has just arrived, and you realise one of them is intent on killing the rest.

[l-ecriture-des-choses]

The first time was so long ago, we don’t remember it clearly. There was a mother and a father, and two daughters and a son. There were a lot of screams, pain too, and one day the mother was away and there was rage, and a knife, and blood. The father walked out, and the children?

The children, they couldn’t leave, and so they lingered, they stayed right here, in the walls, the lights, the creaking floor, and eventually, they became…

What did they become? We don’t remember. It’s been so long.

It’s lonely here. We tried to make friends but we can’t talk anymore, and it’s not easy to make friends when you can’t talk. We can blink – the light flickers. We can clap – the doors slap shut. We can even whine and whisper a little – the wood is old.

But we can’t talk and no one understands us. One after the other, they come happy and leave screaming, they get scared. Fewer and fewer have come over the years.

Haunted, they say.

What is haunted? We don’t know. Are we? We didn’t notice anything.

Afficher davantage

[perylenegreen-deactivated202202]

where did all you western anti-work ‘socialists’ come from anyway. you want the ‘to each according to their need’ and forgot the ‘from each according to their ability’. “I do not dream of labour” ok, but you do dream of living well. so what you really want is someone else to labour for you, which makes you indistinguishable from any bourgeois capitalist you claim to despise. the consumerist-oriented ‘fully automated luxury space communism’ bullshit has truly rotted people’s brains. you want all the trappings of excess but you want the brunt of creation of that excess to be on someone else. well congratulations, you already live in an imperialist society. you have that. someone else is already harvesting your vegetables, sewing your clothes, mining the cobalt for your electronics. all you want is more, easier access to those things.

I get it on some level, especially as someone who has worked alienating, minimum wage jobs in which I have absolutely no stake other than the necessity of getting money to pay rent. but it’s not the work. it’s the capitalism. I do not dream of labouring to the benefit of a boss who steals my own time from me, or to pay for the militarism of my government, or even to contribute to a hypothetical pension for a hypothetical retirement. but I do dream, intensely, of labour: labour that won’t kill me, and contributes meaningfully to a society I am proud of; a society not driven by profit for a few, that exists to meet the needs of everyone around me. we do not live in that society. but if we want to make it, labour will exist, and not just menial physical labour but an extraordinary amount of mental and social labour, almost none of which will ever be replaced by automation, and that is not a bad thing.

[relelvance]

Can you describe the culprit using this picrew creator

[thisishowwedonut]

[bisexualmagnum]

[bo0zey]

 i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably

[bo0zey]

not this being my digital foot print😐…… ok if this godforsaken post ever reaches 500k notes i’ll pay tribute n recreate it & hopefully 14yr old me can finally be put to rest alongside mcr

[lactating-deactivated20220703]

become ungenderable

[motherfucker-unlimited]

This is all because all of you didn't buy the $80 custom blog themes from the tumblr store

[rinkrats]

“osaka naomi, four-time grand slam champion with a career high ranking of world number one. the final link in this torch relay. she is the first asian player to hold the number one ranking. and at the age of 23, she has been an advocate for social change, using her voice to raise awareness on equality issues.” | tokyo 2020 opening ceremony

[ashstfu]

my mom thinks my life isn't very busy but she doesn't understand that i have to read books watch shows and listen to music all while running a blog

[sneakycreatures]