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It's an open notes test and some dense motherfuckers still can't figure out the answers.
ok the computer i built works pretty ok
ray traced minecraft dog. send tweet
cactus beatdowns are definitely the answer to ppl making her sister do unnecessary labor
Help the family of an unemployed, seriously indebted, and multiply disabled lesbian of color from Chile! 🇨🇱
(New post to pin on my blog since lesbian visibility week has been over for months LMAO)
My dad was fired due to the pandemic on April and he’s always been our only source of income. He’s trying to start his own thing but it’ll take a while before he’ll get any money out of it. I’ve been trying to get a job for months but it hasn’t gone too well. My mom just can’t work, my sister is a full time college student (in a country where education is very expensive), and my brother just started job hunting.
All 5 of us are autistic, and all of us but my brother are chronically ill in very debilitating and expensive ways.
We have to get into more and more debt just to buy groceries, when we were already deep in debt for years before the pandemic.
Any help is appreciated, no matter how little or if it’s just boosting this post.
Here’s my PayPal donation link if you can spare some
Or you can use my PayPal email: [email protected]
I’m afraid that due to being from Chile I can’t use platforms other than PayPal to receive money internationally.
You can also help a brown bi girl just as disabled as me.
I’m SO sorry to keep asking for more, but now we have to pay my sister’s tuition for 2021 and it’s gonna cost us around 200,000 CLP / 275 USD (as of today December 19th, the CLP-USD conversion rate changes every fucking day).
My dad just took out money from his pension funds a second time to pay our bills. I don’t want to pressure anyone who’s not financially well or stable, but if you’re stable and have some to spare, help would be very appreciated.
If you’re intending on specifically helping with her tuition, please do it through her PayPal.
PLEASE GIMLET
JUST PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF DOMESTIC AMIR AND RUPERT PLEASE GIMLET PLEASE
I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes
AHHHH LOVE THAT THEY HAVE BPD
I have three of these
I think
Maybe I have BPD but I can't be sure rn
Prinxiety - Tornado
roman pulls his mask off, pushing a hand through his sweaty bangs, chest heaving. just a few more blocks and he’s home, he can shower and climb into bed with his love, he can -
“tornado? that - you are tornado, right? the superhero? i - i have a - wh - ro?”
roman turns arouns, slowly, gathering the wind at his fingertips, but everything dissipates when he sees virgil staring at him, purple eyes wide and eerily luminescent in the dying neon lights.
“this explains . . . so much . . .”
the most optimal partner is someone who shares a lot of your interests and personal philosophies and lifestyle choices but HARD opposes you on things like favorite candy flavors. knowing i can just dump all my white chocolate on my bf to take care of and he dumps all his dark chocolate on me in turn for the same reason has fully convinced me that soulmates are real
Cat audition for Sabrina the Teenage Witch for the role of Salem
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new favorite photo
You ALL be regretting writing, or attempting to write, that book or script about the serial killer.
Prosecutor: “The defendant googled ‘How does a murderer clean up the scene?’ is that not highly suspicious?!”
Sobbing writer: “But it was for my pulp crime novel! And I still can’t get a publishing deal!”
My worst fear has been realised.
I’m not saying this to be a mean stick in the mud, but this isn’t going to affect fiction writers lol. Researching your crime noire novel (or, let’s be honest, fan fiction) isn’t going to get you arrested. The case reported on had this used to create a profile of narrowed down suspects related to a vandalism, without needing a specific warrant. When this gets used further, it will be primarily to profile activists (especially black activists) based on who searched for organizing efforts related to certain protests, or some similar measure against dissent. It’s not going to be used directly against you in court unless a warrant is issued, which has been a factor for years now.
As with most privacy concerns these days, the issue isn’t so much what it will do to any one specific person, but how it empowers law enforcement to enact wider authoritarian controls on populations using such enformation. More invasive methods of monitoring become more widespread and ubiquitous reprisals.
Regardless, you should already be moving away from using google as your primary search engine.
Stop using Google and instead use alternative search engines:
DuckDuckGo
Searx
Quant
Startpage.com
Also
install the TrackMeNot extension, which provides a constant stream of fake input to pollute data to the point of making it unusable.
be extra extra careful when you’re looking for directions. Cops are all over travel planning apps and map apps, looking for people who drove to or looked for a bus to a protest sight. It’s a treasure trove of data and almost every site that provides travel planning shares their data with cops.
your level of education means nothing if you never learned any compassion
Roses, Prinxiety, fluffy!
Thanks for the request! I really like the way this one turned out!
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Prince Virgil sat down heavily on the bench in the garden, sighing. He crossed his ankles delicately, a habit obtained from his mother. His head dropped into his hands as he tried to breathe normally. Why couldn't he just be good at being a prince, like his brother? Janus was charming and smooth, and sincerely believed in his ideals. Virgil didn't even know what his ideals were. Other than...
"Oh, dear Stormcloud," a gentle voice called quietly. Virgil didn't lift his head, but a small smile tugged at his lips.
"Roman," he greeted softly, not quite feeling up to the normal bantering greeting he would give the gardener.
Roman sat down next to him, and Virgil soon found himself pressed to Roman's chest. He began to relax, Roman's presence calming him. "Are you alright, My Love?" Roman asked finally.
Virgil nodded. "I am now," he answered, resting his head on Roman's shoulder.
Roman hummed, summoning a thorn-less purple rose into his hand. Just another secret to keep. But not from Virgil. "Here, Love," he cooed.
Virgil lifted his head and took the rose reverently, holding it like it could crumble at any moment. Then he was kissing Roman. It wasn't long, or particularly passionate. Roman tasted of peaches and soil.
It wasn't until hours (along with many kisses) had passed and someone called from the doors for Virgil that they moved from that spot.
"I'll see you tonight?" Virgil asked hopefully.
"Of course, My Angel," Roman answered, caressing Virgil's soft cheek. "Go be a Prince for a while. You can do it."
Virgil made a face.
"You can. You're the most charming, thoughtful prince I've ever met," Roman encouraged, causing Virgil's face to flush.
"I have to go."
Roman placed one last peck on Virgil's lips before letting go and watching him jog back towards the palace.
oh.
i've said it before and i'll say it again: there is no heterosexual explanation for this exchange
Marks and Rec: Misc #2121
(I mean, he’s not wrong.) (Dialogue from tumblr.)