please stop sending me asks about the situation in Gaza, I with to not seem heartless
HOWEVER, I am a miner!!! Meaning I do not feel safe using my own money or my parents money in order to donate. Even if I wasn't, I don't want send money to someone I barely know just because they ask nicely.
please stop sending me asks and adding me to posts so you can beg for money you seem to need because of your stories.
I AM A MINER WHO CANNOT SHARE MY MONEY BECAUSE I MAINLY DON'T FEEL SAFE DOING SO.
I have been digging deep, and I think I found the first-ever audio roleplay.
The Whistler, from Colombia Broadcasting. Starting in 1942, the narrator refers to the audience in the second person, speaking to them as though they are witnessing the story in-person as a silent character present alongside the characters.
It doesn't include implied dialogue like modern audio roleplays do, instead relying on dialogue from a narrator to give the Listener presence. Sometimes the Listener's actions are described by the narrator, with the narrator occasionally criticizing the Listener for getting into a dangerous situation. The narrator will also get the audience into character by describing settings, and implying that they've been there before. Sometimes the Listener is meant to roleplay as a voiced character, instructed to imagine their point of view, memories, and inner thoughts.
It's very, very different from the modern format but this might be like my paleolithic ancestor.
being close with people who live far away is sometimes a series of mundanities. look at this picture of a pigeon. i found your countries flag in the wild. i love you. this is what im eating for dinner while you eat breakfast. i love you. let's look at plane tickets that we know we can't buy for years. i love you. i love you. i love you i hope every time i send you a picture of nothing in specific you know that it means i love you and want you more in my life
tumblr mutuals love getting into the most random esoteric media possible and talking about it in modern fandom parlance they’ll be like “omg guys i’m so obsessed with dagny her relationship with hildr is so doomed yuri ugh they would do numbers on here” then you look it up and they’re talking about an obscure scandinavian folktale that’s only available in the original old norwegian
Friends, please support my daughter Noor. She dreams of being a skilled painter and needs your support for her. Please help her to buy drawing supplies to develop her skill.
"I am Salah Ahmed Mohammed Alshareef from Gaza. I have two children, Youssef, 12 years o… Brais Gallego needs your support for rebuild Alsha
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
