Temporarily, the tags here and the tags in the featured tags section do not match. We're part way through hot blog cleanup summer.
psst over here
4/22/24 I should really rewrite this, but whatever. I should mention, if you are a cis man running a porn blog don't repost my shit.
So I guess this my extended bio? Yikes, alright. I'm late to the tumblr scene, due to fear of social interactions on the internet and also unknowingly being in the closet for 19 years. But I'm here now.
A chance to catch up on missed opportunities to be queer on the internet. Expect lots of locked tomb reposts for the near future. We'll see where the hyperfixations take me. ALERT. HORNY ON MAIN. Thus 18+ only pls!
Also big SPOILERS. I'm not very patient at tags, my apologies.
2/22/23 Addendum. There might be spiders occasionally. But cute ones. Or big fantasy ones.
6/1/23
DMs open to fellow queer folks, nd people, and people in my interest areas/fandoms. I will only freak out a little bit (audhd social anxiety yippee). 18+ pls.
Last few things. My profile picture is from "Dungeon Meshi" by Ryōko Kui. Marcille and I are the same kind of autistic.
Finally, the usual. Terfs, homophobes, and any other such types can fuck right off.
And in the tags, the tags I use because tumblr is dumb and only lets you have 24 saved tags or whatever. Tags for my own posts first, then personal organization tags, then general tags.
Last November, we did an informal game jam for folks who wanted to write something for Writing Month, but would prefer to write fewer than fifty thousand words of it. You can find the complete list of participants for that event in this post here. There's also an off-Tumblr archive of entries whose authors gave permission for them to be preserved here, if any of those links turn out to be broken.
Last year's collaboration went over well enough that I thought we might dust it off again this year. To be clear, this is just for fun – it's not a curated jam, and nobody's judging winners or handing out prizes..
If you'd like to throw your hat in, just follow these steps:
Step 1: If you're unfamiliar with 200-word RPGs, read a bunch of last year's entries (linked above) or browse the 200 Word RPG Challege archives at https://200wordrpg.github.io/ to get your brain-meats properly configured.
Step 2: Write your own 200-word RPG. If you're not sure whether you have 200 words or not (and with RPGs it can genuinely be difficult to tell!), you can use the word counter at https://200wordrpg.github.io/wordcount to check.
Step 3: Reblog this post and append your 200-word RPG.
Step 4 (optional): Please indicate in your post whether you're okay with having your 200-word RPG archived off-site for posterity – if you don't say anything one way or the other, I'll assume the answer is "no".
(As before, as a courtesy to anyone who's creeping the notes, please restrict non-200-word-RPG commentary to replies and tags until November 2023 is over – let's make the actual games easy to find!)
Take on the role of some Gamer Bros, come up with a multiplayer game, and complain about how it used to be better. Requires 1+ players.
Coin flip: sci-fi or fantasy? Pick a fitting name.
d4: game genre
ONE: First person shooter
TWO: MOBA
THREE: RTS
FOUR: card game
d6: rounds of the game are too _ these days:
ONE: short
TWO: long
THREE: one-sided
FOUR: back-and-forth
FIVE: boring
SIX: liberal
d8: how many years it's been since the game was good
Spend a little bit of time reminiscing about the glory days of the game: talk about playable characters, what sort of game it was the "multiplayer dark souls" of, famous events in the game's history, esports scene, whatever. Feel free to hype up that one play you made three years ago that you will never, ever stop talking about.
Now talk about the horrible changes the devs have made that brought the game to this deplorable state, and how you'd fix it. What characters are fucking broken bullshit? What strategies would you buff or nerf? Has the writing been lazy? How overpriced was the seasonal pass?
Finally, reassure yourself that at least you're not playing League of Legends.
the stupidest thing about mental illness is the short half life of reassurances. like yes I know you reminded me yesterday that I'm not secretly toxic waste that everybody wants rid of but that was like 18 hours ago and I forgor
I was talking with my therapist about this post this morning, and she helped me realize that just seeing this post is helping me manage this unwanted thought pattern.
When I think back to my youth, and about how the group I hung out with as a teenager felt to me like they mostly kept me around as the butt of the joke, as someone to make fun of, it's easy for me to assume that that formative social interaction a) actually happened the way I remember it, and b) provided an experiential basis for a belief that I'm "secretly toxic waste that everybody wants rid of".
But seeing this post -- and seeing that tens of thousands of people have agreed with the sentiment -- has led me to the realization (which my therapist agrees with) that this is just a common thought pattern among people with social trauma. And if it's a common post-traumatic thought pattern, then I don't have to accept that it's true; it is extremely unlikely that we are all secretly toxic waste and that nobody really wants us around (in fact, it's far more likely that that's not true of any of us). And that gives me grounds* to look twice at that thought pattern and discard it when it comes up.
* It doesn't always work, but at least now I have a better chance.
im .. i cant... i dont even know. how much i need. between all the car maintenance and medical bills and rent going up and everything i just. i need help. please.
between all my bills, medical expences, and maintenance costs, im out of money until the 5th of november. i cant afford to eat today or any day i work until then. please if you can, share this.. i appreciate everything yall have done so far. i wouldnt have made it without you
i had an operation on my foot today and need some calories to recover..
hi. me again. got some money yesterday so i had one meal. cant eat today though. the doctors office told me i owe them over a hundred fuckin dolloars for no reason. beahh im dyign
um. hey. sorry. i had to spend the money people gave me for food to get my prescriptions this morning. um. anything helps. i have nothing. i got vaccinations yesterday so im feeling sick and sore. toenail removed the day before that. my life is kinda a mess. im a mess. happy halloween.
my cheque deposits in 3 hours but i. im lying in bed so so hungry and sick with som respiratory thing and a kid knocked over my lunch today and i have nothing ckd i please get like,, 30 bucks or somethin so i can order in., please..
Emergency assistance to purchase a tent and basic life necessities at this time
A story to believe in
In a flimsy tent, under an overcast sky, my mother was trying to protect my four sisters from the cold weather. The strong winds shook the dilapidated canvas tent, and water leaked from inside its threadbare curtains, soaking its fragile mattress. This wasn't the first time my mother and siblings had spent the winter in this tent, but it was the first time it had felt so desperate.
I’m Denise. I live in Washington State in the U.S. I’m organizing… Denise Pratt needs your support for Help Karim and his Family Have a Bett
My mother and our family were among the couple displaced due to the ongoing conflict. They find themselves trapped in a makeshift camp, lacking in everything: food, medicine and shelter. With their separation, their ill suffering was caused in the winter. The tents are unable to weather the storms and the island's airport, and many of them are exposed to bankruptcy.
One day, it rained heavily without a strong wind. The small tent could not withstand this sea storm, and it quickly sank. My mother and my brothers narrowly escaped from the collapsed tent and took shelter under the tree. They were shivering and hungry, and had nowhere to return to
One day, it rained heavily without a strong wind. The small tent could not withstand this sea storm, and it quickly sank. My mother and my brothers narrowly escaped from the collapsed tent and took shelter under the tree. They were shivering and hungry, and had nowhere to return to
On cold nights, the winter session with my brothers would tell them stories about life before the war. She remembered their happy days in their warm home, where they ate their entire meals and played in the garden. She was trying to instill in them hope for a better future, but she did not feel despair deep in her heart
My name is Sera, you may not know me but you know my past work behind the scenes here and there, such as the Mass Effect trilogy, Dragon Age, Silent Hills, and many others.
I am an agoraphobic indigenous Kanienʼkehá:ka (Mohawk) mixed lesbian who has fought for several years a worsening health condition that is currently killing me. The point of no return is not that far away. I have spent years exhausting any paths and means to get help, enduring extreme and near endless pain. I have sold all I have, spent every dime to my name. I have received various forms of help over the years in this battle, but I have reached the critical point I have feared all this time. And to make matters worst, the family responsible for inflicting a lifetime of abuse on me is stalking me very heavily online, which has not only exacerbated my agoraphobia, but has also made the efforts to build this harder than I could describe. Know that I share as many details as I can while seeking to avoid undermining my immediate safety, I hope you understand. This post is a highly abridged version of the content in the link, the unabridged and unedited version is available below the Read More cut ❤
If you have been following me for a while, you are familiar with my struggle and saw me talking about it throughout the years. There are no other options or help besides this, besides you. I need your help or I'm going to die, this is the last chance I have left. I'm afraid to my core, I still have a life in front of me, dreams to pursue. If you read this far, I know you may be inclined to share and move on, but I am asking you to pause and think if you have a dollar that could make all the difference. I know it can be troublesome to stop and actually do it, I am asking you to please consider doing it.
If you yourself have a health condition, I salute you for fighting your own battle. Regardless of whether you donate or not, if you read this far, know that you are loved.
A warm thank you to @transmechanicus , the kind soul who made this possible. I would be lost and doomed without your help. Erika did not believe thank yous were necessary, but they are. Attempting to save a human being's life is no small act. Whether it succeeds or fail, no thank yous will ever be enough. Even as the pain consumes my body, I am able to feel hope thanks to this. There are no words invented to express this level of thanks, but if I get to live, I will search for it.
(Please don't put tags on this unless it is to actually talk or comment something. As always, kind words are appreciated.)
My name is Sera, you may not know me but you know my past work behind the scenes … Erika Gordon needs your support for Help Sera Access Life
My name is Sera, you may not know me but you know my past work behind the scenes here and there, such as the Mass Effect Trilogy, Dragon Age, Silent Hills, and many others.
I am an agoraphobic indigenous Kanienʼkehá:ka (Mohawk) mixed lesbian who has fought for several years a worsening health condition that is currently killing me. The point of no return is not that far away. I have spent years exhausting any paths and means to get help, enduring extreme and near endless pain. I have sold all I have, spent every dime to my name. The system, I feel, is indifferent to my situation. I have received various forms of help over the years in this battle, but I have reached the critical point I have feared all this time. And to make matters worst, the family responsible for inflicting a lifetime of abuse on me is stalking me very heavily online, which has not only exacerbated my agoraphobia, but has also made the efforts to build this harder than I could describe. Know that I share as many details as I can while seeking to avoid undermining my immediate safety, I hope you understand.
If you are reading this, you are one of the few people who can help save my life. A single dollar is enough to make a tremendous difference. There is no other options or source of help besides this, besides you. I need your help or I'm going to die, this is the last chance I have left.
The goal is a series of treatments and challenging surgeries that will remove small metal shards near vital organs and bones in my body. It is categorized as severe internal injuries secondary to a traumatic event. As medical professionals have put it, "the lack of immediate surgical intervention necessitates a comprehensive, multidisciplinary treatment approach aimed at mitigating the risk of disease progression and optimizing long-term outcomes."
My injuries are from a car accident which injured me immensely and took the lives of my two closest friends in the world. This page does not ask for the full amount of the procedures and treatments, since it is a very large sum of money that cannot be reached that quickly. The page only asks for enough to get me started in the process and access proper vital treatments in countries of the european union. Adding time to the clock, giving me a chance to fight this battle and launching an important part of the process towards saving my life.
I know you may be inclined to share and move on, but I am asking you to pause and think if you have a dollar that could make all the difference. You may be but a few clicks away from truly helping someone who desperately needs it. I know it can be troublesome to stop and actually do it, I am asking you to please consider doing it.
If this fails to reach its goal, I will die. I'm afraid and I need your help. I still have a life in front of me, dreams to pursue. If you read this far, you are the only chance I have left. Don't underestimate the difference a dollar can make, your dollar could be the one dollar we come short of. The expenses covered by this amount ranges from the medical consultations, medical treatments, surgeries and, of course, accessing said treatment, reaching the places where I need to go. I will have a true chance at fighting for the remaining amount myself.
As for cheaper alternatives, it is mainly temporary fixes that would not fix the issue and waitlists that I would die waiting on years before my turn comes. This is it, this is the only way I have that provides the care I need, in the timeframe I need it, with a success rate that gives me a chance to live.
Thank you for reading this and for persevering in the brutal system we all live under. If you yourself have a health condition, I salute you for fighting your own battle. May we all make it and may we all have the softest of epilogues. Regardless of whether you donate or not, if you read this far, know that you are loved.
I would like to thank Erika, a dear friend who has made this possible at all. Without her, I would be lost. I would also like to thank immensely Milica, who has been on this journey with me for so many years, almost since the beginning. Her medical knowledge and her kind heart, her support and dedication, have allowed me to survive long enough to get to this point. I would not be here still without her. I would like to thank the amazing and loving Dana, who has been here during the good days as much as the bad days. She has been a beacon preventing me from giving up hope. I would have abandonned before getting to this point had she not been there for me. And thank you to Oli, who has been my champion, it is thanks to his help that I can move around where I need to go. A great support and a great friend. I would like to also thank Bruna, a kind heart who has never failed to cheer me on, even when her life was not perfect, she never stopped cheering and supporting me.
I would also like to thank my tumblr mutuals, you know who you are, those who have been in my DMs offering me your kindness, laughter and support in these dark times. Your help has also saved me more than once. You are true blessings. Thank you for never giving up hope during the days I felt like doing so.
You have all carried the torch during the days I couldn't, and for that, I can never thank you enough. I have lived and survived because of you, your help in every form has made a difference in the world. I am ready to fight for my life, and whether I reach my goal and live, or fail and die, know that none of it was wasted. You have all made me a better person and that is the mark of true love transpiring from one person to the next. Thank you for believing in me when I could not. I love you all.
no matter the outcome of this election: organize, build local community, build strength in masses. elections aren't the only time politics happen, it also happens on the streets, in the community and by mutually supporting each other.
the way forward is together. we build power from the ground up. in the US and everywhere else in the world.
a better world is possible and we can start building it now, by ourselves. anarchism starts in the now.
"The Tech Guild is asking readers to honor the digital picket line and not play popular NYT Games such as Wordle and Connections as well as not use the NYT Cooking app."
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