also if K is still active somewhere around here thanks for stealing my money lol
untitled

Origami Around
Show & Tell
Mike Driver
h
NASA

Kiana Khansmith
YOU ARE THE REASON
KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi
Misplaced Lens Cap
hello vonnie
𓃗
One Nice Bug Per Day
No title available

ellievsbear

★
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
todays bird

titsay

seen from Australia
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from Ukraine
seen from Iraq
seen from Jamaica
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Ukraine
seen from Malaysia
seen from Morocco

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Iraq
seen from Tunisia
seen from Nepal
seen from France
seen from Honduras

seen from Bulgaria
@smilingodd-blog
also if K is still active somewhere around here thanks for stealing my money lol
hey. (TW for abuse, pedophilia, csa, father mentions)
no one remembers me here, I'm sure. which is cool lol. I prefer it that way. I made this account when I was maybe 13 or 14. I'm almost 17 now. I wanted to make one last post before I like, abandon this account forever or whatever I do w it. I was being actively abused, emotionally and sexually, during the main years of this blogs activity. by a guy I mentioned a lot that I called """papa""". it's disgusting to even talk about it. please, if you're an adult, LOOK OUT for your younger friends. please. predators are fuckin out there, they do prey on kids. I'm asking every one of the people left following this account. please help out and protect the younger people on tumblr, and everywhere online for that matter. they deserve it. fight against pedophilia and exploitation. tumblr is a hellsite in itself, but especially because creeps lurk here. a lot. thanks if u read this
hello
seriously considering making this acc active again hnhnhm
lol ok in case anyone hasn't noticed, i'm on hiatus for a while. im just not really feeling this muse as much as i used to. (same goes for my other account)
i'll probably be migrating over to lordkimmel for a while
Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.
[ B e l i e v e ] in a Smiling God
Smiling God Design by freedomconvicted
this life is no longer mine, it belongs to a smiling god now, pls send help
help or be helped at blahtherapy.com
Why doesn’t this have more notes guys? C’mon, if anything we help one another more than an actual therapist at times.
More BT for the holidays!
"Oh, Kevin?" She asked. "Why aren't you smiling?"-Alecta (smilingemini)
"Hm? Oh, my! I didn’t realize I wasn’t, your Radiance."
//Hi!//
"Just make sure that you keep it up! It would be a shame if you stopped smiling and the Strexpets found out."
Kevin nodded, bowing slightly at his waist. “Of course, you’re right. I sincerely apologize.”
"Now Kevin," She perched on his desk and lowered her voice. "Who is this Elliot person?"
Kevin blinked. “He’s my best friend, your Radiance. He’s also the scoutmaster of the Desert Bluffs scout troop, and our flora and fauna expert.”
"Of course." She giggled. "’Friends.’ Right. Just friends.”
Kevin’s cheeks flushed. “No disrespect, but yes! Just friends! I will admit I had a bit of a…. ‘Thing’ for him back in high school, but that was a long time ago!”
"Oh, do tell," she leaned in closer. "You know how I adore gossip."
"I had a crush on him our freshman year," He shrugged. "Well, and sophomore year. And junior year… But it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s not like I have feelings for him any more…"
She thought for a moment. “Did either of you ever find another? Or did he just never requit your love?”
"Well, I… Never told him. He’s happy with his animals, and I’m happy with my Strexpet." Kevin sighed quietly, resting his chin in his palm.
"You have never informed the love of your life of your feelings for him?! That is madness." she shook her head.
"This is what you do. You throw a grand ball. Then, you invite him and all of his family. Ask him to come to the garden and- oh, make sure you have your fan! Then, exchange love letters and flowers and you can run away by moonlight! It would be so romantic!”
Kevin itched his head. "First of all, he has no family. So there’s one problem… And I don’t have the time, money or resources to have a ball or any type of big event!"
"Kevin? You are the radio host of one of the most wealthy corportations in the world. If he has no family, a small ball will be of no trouble." she clapped excitedly. "And I can go get my party gowns!”
"I can't just ask to throw a ball, I mean... What am I supposed to say? And I'd... Be too embarrassed to tell him, anyway. We're grown up now."
"Gypsy"
What is a “gypsy”?
Some will have you believe that simply moving frequently, or wearing boho-esque clothing will make you a “gypsy”. I have read countless websites about Pagan “gypsy” magic, and articles on how to dress “gypsy”. I’m here to tell you; you’re doing it wrong!
So, you want to be a “gypsy”? Well, you can’t. Not only are you not a “gypsy”, but you can never become a “gypsy”.
This little word, “gypsy”, makes my skin crawl. It causes aches in my heart and beats at my soul. I die a little inside everytime I must say or write the word.
"Gypsy" is a racial slur. It is tantamount to the "N" word.
Like the “N” word, “gypsy” was created by people who believed we were sub-human and enslaved us. “Gypsies” were slaves?
Yes!
These “gypsies” you speak of are actually people who belong to the Romani ethnicity. We are an ethnic minority with no nation, no homeland. We trace our ancestry back to Rajasthan in India and parts of what is now Pakistan. This is not speculative. There is no more question as to where “gypsies” came from. This has been proven through extensive DNA and linguistic studies.
You cannot be “gypsy”. You cannot wake up one day, start moving around, and call yourself a “gypsy”. How many people say they want to be African American, or Asian? They don’t. It’s an impossibility.
White female youth pay large sums of money to dress “gypsy”, or what they call boho. Well, Bohemia is a region of the Czech Republic. You cannot be Bohemian either, unless of course you are Czech. There is also a huge problem with equating Boho to “gypsy”.
The Czech people murdered us.
"Vi man sas ek bari familiya, Murdadas la e kali legiya.”
"I once had a big family, but the Black Legions murdered them.”
That is a line from our anthem. We may not have a nation, but we have an anthem and a flag. “Gypsy” people have been so greatly oppressed in the Czech Republic that this line made it into our anthem. The Black Legions were a military unit that opreated in the Czech Republic during World War Two. They are responsible for killing nearly ninety-percent of the “gypsy” populations in parts of the Czech Republic.
Not only have you offended me by trying to dress “gypsy”, but calling yourself a “boho-gypsy” just tore my heart into one million pieces.
Before you ask and I have to answer; yes. Yes. Yes, I had family in the Czech Republic and Hungary during World War Two. Yes, they died in concentration camps like Auschwitz and Lety.
We are Romani. We call ourselves Romani. We are the Romani people.
You cannot be “gypsy”. The only way you are “gypsy” is if you are from the Romani ethnic population. Perhaps in your next life you can be born to Romani parents and be “gypsy”, but not in this one. No, you simply cannot.
Why would you want to?
Why would anyone on Earth want to belong to the most oppressed and persecuted race of people on this planet?
I don’t have a choice. I cannot scrub my “gypsy” off. I cannot simply wake up and decide I no longer want to be “gypsy”. It’s my ethnicity.
There are similar words used in Central and Eastern Europe to describe us. They are akin to “gypsy”:
Zigeuner, Czigany, Tigane, Tsigane, etc..
I dare you go to Central and Eastern Europe and utter these words to a “gypsy”. I triple dog dare you. See how much they like their “gypsy” word.
It means slave. Tsigane means slave. Zigeuner means slave. Czigany means slave.
There is a similar word in every single European language of this region. They all mean slave.
Like “gypsy”, words similar to tsigane have been used as a means of oppression. Maybe I can put this into persepctive.
In America, we do the same thing with the “N” word. Not me, personally, but I have heard it from countless Americans. Someone is “N” word rich, that car is “N” word rigged, don’t act like an “N” word.
The same is done with “gypsy” and “tsigane” in Europe. Don’t act ”gypsy” with me, it looks like “gypsies” live here, that’s such a “gypsy” thing.
Does it make sense now?
Please stop trying to be us. We are not flattered. What truly flatters Romani “gypsy” people is when others try to learn about our true culture. Please don’t argue with us & tell us that you know all about “gypsies” because you belly dance, read Tarot cards, or move a lot. If you really knew so much about “gypsies”, you would afford us the respect of not calling us a racial slur. You would know that there is no such thing as “gypsy” magic, that we are not dirty people who do not bathe, that we do not all steal, and that we have a beautiful culture.
No, you cannot be “gypsy”. Maybe in your next lifetime.
Why non-Romani people should NEVER EVER use the word g*psy.
reblogging for the white pagans who tried to argue this point with me.
FUN FACT: PEOPLE WITH DEPRESSION SOMETIMES DO NOT HAVE A “REASON” FOR A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE, SOMETIMES THEY OCCUR WITHOUT ANY TRIGGERS AND EVEN WHEN EVERY PART OF THAT PERSON’S LIFE IS GOING WELL. YOU. DO. NOT. NEED. A. “REASON.” TO. FEEL. DEPRESSED. STOP MAKING PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR FEELING DEPRESSED THANKS
"Ell?... Elliot, no, oh my God, oh my God, no, say something! Tell me you're okay, please!"
[My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?]Unsurprisingly, Elliot says nothing. The yelling in his ear is strangely comforting though… It means that Kevin’ll be alright, and that he’s not hurt…So… Elliot is happy with this, despite how much it hurts.
Tears streamed down Kevin's cheeks, which seemed to distress him even more. "Elliot, please! Please..." He wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him up into a gentle embrace, rocking him back and forth. "Come on, buddy, you're alright, you're okay, it'll be okay..."
hush you are a fat-soluble vitamin and you’ll like it how’s it hanging?
[ I am not. I’m… Well, doing a little better now that I have discovered a sort of replacement for stuffing. But I’ve been oddly angry all day and I don’t know why. How are you?]
Well that's great! Ah that's a relief. ;w;
I'm doing.... As well as I can, I guess. Feeling a bit under the weather, a bit more than usual, but I'll live.
female characters: GODDESS. QUEEN. WIFE.
nb characters: MY STARS. THE OBJECT OF MY WORSHIP.
male characters: my son?? or husband?? trash baby sonband? nerdlord. gay egg. fuc k
The same thing happened to me with my Skype, and I had to go onto the website and change my password before it'd let me do anything. Maybe try uninstalling it and redownloading too!
Ah, I was thinking about trying that. I think I will, nothing to lose, right?
(Rebloggable version of this reply, per request.)
Well, here’s the deal, anon. The Salvation Army is an evangelical Christian group, and they impose those beliefs on the people that they employ and the communities they serve. Here are a few examples:
They are so opposed to LGBT rights that they have lobbied multiple times for exemptions from Federal and Local anti-discrimination laws, and threatened to withdraw their services.
They refused to provide shelter to a homeless gay couple, unless they broke up and renounced their homosexuality.
They refused to provide a transgender woman with shelter that was congruent with her gender presentation, instead insisting she house with men. She chose instead to sleep on the sidewalk and died from the cold.
Speaking of gender, there was also this charming incident where one of their hostels refused to open the door for a 17-year-old victim who had just been brutally raped (or even call the police for her) because that particular hostel had a strict “men only” policy.
Children who can’t prove their immigration status are turned away.
The organization also disposes of any Harry Potter or Twilight related donations (rather than giving them to other charities), because they claim the toys are “incompatible with the charity’s Christian beliefs”.
During the Bush Administration (thanks to ‘faith-based initiatives’) they fired about 20 long-time employees (Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Gay), simply for refusing to sign the organization’s statement of Christian belief.
So, that—in a nutshell—is what’s wrong with it.
i will never stop spreading the word about how fucking shady the salvation army is
think twice before you donate to the bell-ringers in your local mall this holiday season … i am planning on starting a dialogue with the ones that are set to station themselves outside the store i work in
also one time i volunteered with the salvation army around christmas time being an “elf” and helping parents pick out free donated toys for their kids
which was all well and good until they ESCORTED TWO MEN OUT OF THE BUILDING BECAUSE THEY “LOOKED GAY”
this was a first-hand eyewitness account and i should have left then and there, but seeing as i needed to take the bus back to school…
And this is why I starting to donate to other charities around Christmas.
No more red buckets for me.
and theres also how in Australia they have teared apart native aboriginal communities to “christianize” them and make them part of capitalist western society, up until the late 60’s they assisted with the taking of aboriginal children from their families in the stolen generation and put the children into missions where they would follow strict pattern of work and christian education
heres a buttload more reasons too including sources for what i just said
reblogging again because of that whole “but salvation army is changed!!11!!” post circulating because people need to be reminded of the terrible shit they’ve done
"Oh, Kevin?" She asked. "Why aren't you smiling?"-Alecta (smilingemini)
"Hm? Oh, my! I didn’t realize I wasn’t, your Radiance."
//Hi!//
"Just make sure that you keep it up! It would be a shame if you stopped smiling and the Strexpets found out."
Kevin nodded, bowing slightly at his waist. “Of course, you’re right. I sincerely apologize.”
"Now Kevin," She perched on his desk and lowered her voice. "Who is this Elliot person?"
Kevin blinked. “He’s my best friend, your Radiance. He’s also the scoutmaster of the Desert Bluffs scout troop, and our flora and fauna expert.”
"Of course." She giggled. "’Friends.’ Right. Just friends.”
Kevin’s cheeks flushed. “No disrespect, but yes! Just friends! I will admit I had a bit of a…. ‘Thing’ for him back in high school, but that was a long time ago!”
"Oh, do tell," she leaned in closer. "You know how I adore gossip."
"I had a crush on him our freshman year," He shrugged. "Well, and sophomore year. And junior year… But it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s not like I have feelings for him any more…"
She thought for a moment. “Did either of you ever find another? Or did he just never requit your love?”
"Well, I… Never told him. He’s happy with his animals, and I’m happy with my Strexpet." Kevin sighed quietly, resting his chin in his palm.
"You have never informed the love of your life of your feelings for him?! That is madness." she shook her head.
"This is what you do. You throw a grand ball. Then, you invite him and all of his family. Ask him to come to the garden and- oh, make sure you have your fan! Then, exchange love letters and flowers and you can run away by moonlight! It would be so romantic!”
Kevin itched his head. "First of all, he has no family. So there's one problem... And I don't have the time, money or resources to have a ball or any type of big event!"