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WARNING

Below this post on my profile is the Madame Zeroni chainmail so don't scroll

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shit i have to put in buffers for this shit on my profile

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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and yet again damn it

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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i take split-second glances over my shoulder, making sure no one follows that would dare interrupt me on my holy mission. i carry my ticket in one hand and try to keep my suspiciously large duffel bag from rustling in the other. i quickly pass under a sign flashing the words "new caledonia 1:00 am" into the dim surroundings of the terminal. i have nothing on hand that could track me. i hitchhiked for several days across multiple state lines. if they traced the purchased ticket, it would lead to a random shed in the woods of yellowstone. of course, my biggest obstacle would be customs. perhaps the attendant will be too groggy to notice; maybe word hasn't passed down from headquarters yet. i place the bag on the scanner and am not soon afterwards apprehended for carrying an entire bag full of loose matches. as soon as the words leave their lips, my legs jump ahead of the rest of my body, as i book for the gate at lightning pace. as i approach ever closer to the loading bridge, the security guards grow increasingly more desperate, but i effortlessly slip from their grasp. soon enough, bullets start flying, but they are deflected by the wind carrying me. i rip open the door leading out into the runway as i slip into the landing gear of one of several vital shipping flights to the melanesian region before they are even able to see where i went. I slip deep into the plane's internals. i am calling for war, and the only choice they will eventually have to succumb to is to accept defeat. i am a single man army; i am irreconcilable: i am undefeatable. as triumph seems all but certain, a bright visage of electricity flashes before me, singeing my eyes. the very notion of what's in front of me chars my soul. sitting on the floor of the plane body beside me, zeus looks at me exactly the way you would expect him to. "fucks sake, i thought we taught that last guy enough of a lesson." he goes to force me from the craft's interior, but, when he reaches for me, my wind returns, throwing zeus onto the ground in front of me. i see his hand has been burnt. in this moment, i am the phoenix. i am no longer bound. my fire blows a hole into the roof of the freighter. the holy force of the earth whisks me up into the air, and i fly away, leaving the ground behind the clouds as soon as i lifted up. an audible sonic boom forms behind me as all the birds in the sky cheer for my surefire victory. i see glimpses of an age long since past, the call of the birds beckoning for it to return. it is time.

i am flying to new caledonia. those crows are getting their godsdamn fire.

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ao3 didn't purposefully attempt to systematically eliminate the entire palestinian race

can i be real? i think ao3 should die for doing a donation pool for themselves with everything going on

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this is a twitter post. post it there.

can i be real? i think ao3 should die for doing a donation pool for themselves with everything going on

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I was being cancelled because apparently it was classist to put feathers on dinosaurs.

Both dream me and irl me were very confused.

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Tumblr reblog chains are in danger.

It seems that the staff is actually going to go forward with their decision to remove reblog chains, where reblogs will basically work like regular comments on other websites.

This doesn't just make the site completely unusable, it removes the soul of the community that has managed to build up here over the years, and that I'm so happy to have recently joined.

It makes impossible the creation of great posts where many people build up a single thing, until it is a gem of expressed human creativity.

There will be no more world heritage posts, no more messing around with your mutuals, no posts worth remembering.

There will be no more Tumblr, and the Tikblr or TumbTube or whatever monstrosity is born from its corpse will soon die, as is probably the best. And then there will never be another place like this on the internet, no place anymore to run to, no more fun, no more community.

I recommend a simple course of action. When these changes get imposed upon us, stop using Tumblr. Get your mutuals' discords, your favourite artists' websites, and leave. If the Tumblr we have once known returns, we well too. If not, better let it die quickly than suffer a long and painful decline.

I beg you to reblog this, for the more people see it, the higher chanses are for this to work.

And add something, so we can show them what Tumblr is really for.

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i just wanted to read heritage posts, damn it. now i have to deal with the most legit chain-mail on the whole website

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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hey, sorry about your boyfriend. yeah, he got talked about by a gaming youtuber. yeah, he got mercilessly disposed of in exceedingly ridiculous ways. yeah, he's got bullet holes in him and is sopping wet from being soaked in beer. yeah, his reputation might not recover from this. yeah, sorry.

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i wanted to make a comission post to help me fundraise money for surgery/shots/bills but i'm not finished w the art & i still need money pretty urgently. BUT you can (and should) check my art blog and ask me to draw anything for anything you give, tysm for reading & reblogging once again m(_ _m)

goal is for 200$ and the date is May 15th 2021

paypal|cashapp|venmo

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@my-gender-is @ot3 @bastiaan-deactivated20190305 @finndeservesbetter @posts-from-a-brighter-timeline @one-time-i-dreamt @wereralph @that-twink-over-there @gucciboooty @arsnof @dyormyne @jacobgalapagos @arodudejude @regicide1997 @misangremellama @bvrgundybxtch

Paypal.me/alistaircorvelle

Venmo: acorvelle

Cash App: $acorvelle

My many operations are finally under way! After my first procedure, I can say that I am feeling significantly better, but I still have quite a long journey ahead of me. I am currently on a payment plan for my medical debt, and I won't sugar coat it: it's been extremely overwhelming. But I must press on and complete the 7 other operations before I can finally be deemed healthy. The greatest news to come out of my most recent operation is that I am no longer facing death as a likely end result; however, I am still facing the possibility of quadriplegia lest I continue with these operations. So I humbly ask you all to please consider donating, or at least sharing. Every penny put towards this fundraising campaign goes to saving my life. Every reblog is highly appreciated. Love and light to you all, and thank you all so much for getting me to where I am now 🤍

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COVID is slowly becoming a "third world" disease. While first world countries are hoarding vaccines, having doses for populations many times their size, third world countries can't get any because pharma companies want to sell to the first world countries first. Even then, first world countries will receive them first. While rich countries recover from COVID, they will forget about the pandemic while many other countries live the absolute worst moment of the pandemic without being able to vaccinate their population.

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I make little bags! i also need help :(

i'm autistic, intersex and unemployed. my partner drives for uber eats, but as hard as he's tried we can't make rent this month. i know everybody's struggling rn, but if anyone has a few dollars to spare, wants a lovingly handcrafted bag, or can reblog, it would mean so much to us! thank you for reading

my shop is below and my cashapp is $kateclrk, i also have a venmo, just dm me. i may also be able to make you a custom bag, depending on the request!

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Please donate and share to help Chui Fong Eng’s recovery! 
I am absolutely disgusted by the acts of hate and violence that are so rampant in our country. We need to keep educating ourselves on how deep racism roots itself in our society and put in the work to dismantle it. 
My heart goes out to Chui Fong Eng and her family. And I hope that whoever is responsible for this will actually face punishment.

ASIAN HATE NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP!

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If environmental activists, both soft and hard line, had any courage, they would promote an effort to discourage any tourism to Idaho. This action is insane.

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The Idaho Senate approved a bill this week that would permit the state to hire contractors to kill up to 90 percent of Idaho’s wolves with the goal, supporters said, of protecting cattle and other agricultural interests.

“These wolves, there’s too many in the state of Idaho,” State Senator Mark Harris, a Republican, said on the Senate floor before the vote on Wednesday, after telling a story about a “gentleman rancher” whose livelihood was jeopardized when a pack of wolves scared off his cattle.

Idaho’s Wolf Conservation and Management plan calls for the state to maintain a wolf population of at least 150 wolves. At last count, Mr. Harris said, 1,556 wolves were roaming the state.

“They’re destroying ranchers; they’re destroying wildlife,” he said.

The bill would give the state’s Wolf Control Fund an additional $190,000 to hire contractors to kill wolves — on top of $400,000 previously allocated toward killing wolves in Idaho. The bill also would remove a limit on the number of wolves a hunter is permitted to kill.

The Senate approved the bill in a 26-7 vote on Wednesday. The measure now goes to the State House of Representatives. The office of Governor Brad Little, a Republican, declined to say whether he planned to sign the bill. Last year Mr. Little signed another bill boosting funds for the killing of wolves.

Backers of the bill said that wolves also reduce the numbers of deer and elk available to hunters, taking an additional economic toll on the state. Some lawmakers disputed that hiring contractors would drive the wolf population down to just 150, while others referenced the 150 figure as if were the goal.

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I've been on Tumblr for years, but my husband knows my main account so I started this side account.

I've seen Tumblr move mountains for people so I'm hoping and praying that you guys can move mountains for me.

I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.