#zia's inbox ⋆˙⟡

[digitallovergirl]

zia we literally forgot each other (idk what my old url was but I was the chick that matched themes with you as Tyler and Kali)

stop because I don't think we forgot about eachothers, I think it was the fact we both changed out urls a lot 😭 ... DW I remember you pooks <3

[digitallovergirl]

i've been writing on wattpad and trying to balance being active on different platforms 😖... i'm making my return, tho.

you calling yourself a bad writer in your bfyi is INSANE. 😕 your such an amazing writer dude !?

stop ur such a sweetie pie i love u. my english teacher has seriously clocked it into my head that i am a bad writer i fear. i miss u sm girl where have u been 😔😔😔😔😔

[zhnhao]

hi, filipino ka pla haha pls lets be friends 🤣🤣🤣

Okay but Zahra is mine or I'm doing this to you.

[your-mommy-ems]

Do u want to go get 300 coffees in Cozy cafes and write each other Handwritten stars?

(For ur event)

Cozy cafes ☆ -

Handwritten stars ☆ -

Dear zia,

oml let me just start by saying i love lyric screaming with you. it's so fun and i love being chaotic with you. you have the bestest vibes and im really glad that we're mutuals. you are the sweetest person who is wayyy to good to be on this planet, i love ya and hope you have an amazing day!

love from emma <33

[fruitbasketball]

paige didn’t have a historic freshman year though. what was historic about it, except her winning npoy? (which, let’s be real was mostly given to her bc she had so much hype as they were gunning for her to be the next Sabrina and she was at UConn) they only played like one non con game all season because it was Covid, so yeah, I’m gonna bring up the Arizona game because it was one of the only real tests for that team and they… failed

oh this is such bullshit

you can’t be saying this in good faith my guy. there’s no way you really think paige didn’t have a monster freshman season 😭

we can just look at the raw stats buddy - she was averaging 20/5/6 on 52/46/87 splits. 46% from the field. she’s averaging more points as a freshman than maya moore her first three years, more assists than sue bird her first three years, shooting the 3 ball more efficiently than diana taurasi her ENTIRE uconn career. she’s shooting 46% from 3 bro, what are we TALKING about??

go ahead and bring up the arizona game!!! tattoo it on your ass cheeks if you want!!! GANGO. I DO NOT GAF. because then i’m gonna drag out the tennessee game and the arkansas game and the south carolina game and the syracuse game and the BAYLOR GAME because WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE TALKING ABOUT???????

ARIZONA was the only real test??? righttt so the tennessee team with jordan horston and rae burrell that they played and beat “wasn’t a real test”. gotcha.

and then when they played a ranked arkansas team (who they lost to) and paige dropped 27 on their heads on 66% shooting and 100% from the arc, that also didn’t count, right?

oh but surely south carolina, who with that EXACT SAME ROSTER would go on to win a national championship (AB, zia, henny) wasn’t a REAL test right??? and when paige drops 31 fucking points on their heads - we can’t see, we’re blind, huh???

but BAYLOR in the elite 8 - now THAT was a mickey mouse team, right? between nalyssa smith, dijonai carrington, didi richards, queen egbo, all led by kim fucking mulkey - that’s not a real test tho. no, we don’t get that until ARIZONA - so the team full of players that are allllll on a current wnba roster, a team that WON THE CHIP two years prior and then ADDED PIECES… nahhhh nah nah that’s light work. so when paige drops 28 points on they head, shit’s not historic.

APPARENTLY.

so then, when she wins ap poty, that’s bc of the HYPE. righttttt right right. okay so she beats out aari mcdonald bc she’s got more hype around her and she’s the freshman phenom and all this and all that.

so surely - when she wins usbwa player of the year, and espnw player of the year, and then she wins the naismith trophy, and the wooden award, and the espy for best female college athlete, when she’s on the ap, usbwa, wbca first team, and she is the first freshman in the HISTORY OF THE NCAA to win national player of the fucking year… that’s not a historic season.

i don’t understand this logic. i really don’t get it. why are y’all so mad about this girl being so damn good at what she does?? why are we on the lord’s internet LYING THROUGH OUR TEETH??? the problem with cherry-picking stats and overlooking critical games is that someone’s gonna know that shit better than you. and then you get in somebody inbox looking foolish as hell 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank u next good lord

[xhyzhao]

DO NOT SCROLL UNDER THE CUT IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE AN ANGRY 12 YEAR OLD CURSING SOMEONES GRANNY'S VAGINA. But the anon who is oh so interested in me and my friend group's life should definitely scroll down.

Anon..genuine question..who are you ? I think I have the right to ask that since you ask literally all the personal questions about us. It's getting really annoying now,it was cool at first like oh someone's interested in our jokes we're famous but this anon is high on fuck breastmilk and keeps spamminh our inboxes. I thought it was zen trolling us — but he's been inactive because of exams. You should honestly choose a representative emoji for yourself at this point.

I am not dating taroism. I AM TAROISM BIYCH. Zen and me are not dating. Dodo and me are not dating. Zia and me are not dating. No one's dating anyone. I met zen 3 years ago and he's a close friend. I met dodo and zia on Tumblr a few months ago because they were my sister's moots. We are a group of goofy people who stan boynextdoor.

I'm genuinely pissed because Im going to school and I see this in my inbox. Zen has gotten these a hundred times,zia and dodo too. So,anon,shove a dildo up your asshole and tell me who you are.

I have gotten into many arguments before ( that's how I became friends with dodo ) and I will not hesitate to call you the most racial slurs ever I don't care what your nationality is im gonna blame your mother for fucking with a dork and giving birth to a maggot infested child.

Hope this cleared your doubts !!

@n-americano @dodofiles @i-zna

[ayveuii]

ayveu / zach he/him

hi hello what's up what's banging how are you doing mamacita !!! welcome to my bloggy bloggy blog blog.

here are some tags if you wanna filter them out !!

#ayvart - my art, the serious stuff, like the polished ones where i took the whimsy out back and shot it dead

#ayvoodle - my doodles where it's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits

#ayvposts - buckle up baby boo we're going to yap town, it's mostly just me posting

#ayvask - answering stuff from my mailbox because wowee i love mail i love mail i love mail i love

#ayvre - the stuff that i reblog and comment on, mm i love consuming media it's like my favorite hobby

don't be afraid to send nice things through my mailbox !!! please be afraid of doing anything o

how old am i?? don't ask! what fandoms am i in?? uhh

for personal reasons and general current financial instability, i am unable to donate! but i will reblog vetted campaigns! please tell me if any are scams because we really don't need that rn

also please do not spam my inboxes with the same message

you should check out my oomfs, my gals, my guys !!

the sorrowrity !

singer !!! @s-rolldown-s-fork

gel !!! @icanthinkofanusername

which sometimes includes them

june !!! @goldenjuniper

everyone else

loser !!! @nikolateslasexcellentadventure

lim !!! @sisilimm

faye !!! @fayedor

zia !!! @laceandlilith

ari !!! @jinror

[chibivesicle]

Asks that I will never really answer. My apologies; life gets busy and I get distracted.

I'm dropping these here today, so I can clear out some of the asks from my inbox. Apologies for some of these going back to when Trigun Stampede was still airing. >_< If I don't have a clear and concise answer, I'll let things sit in the inbox but they occasionally do fall off my radar.

Uuummm sorry Anon, I meant to give this more of a response but as I got angrier at Stampede, I just couldn't bring myself to give you a well thought out reply. My overall vibes for the Christian themes that were missing in Stampede had to do how they kept a lot of the surface content, images/style/design from the original but with the sci-fi emphasis removed the weird esoteric Christian stuff and made it look that way. Vash was more willing to engage with others in the original manga/'98 anime based on what Rem taught him. Yet, we never get why he does what he does in Stampede. By changing Wolfwood from being a traveling preacher where Vash lambasts him with 'thou shall not kill' the nuance of his character's moral conflict is lost. He's a trained killer for a quasi-religious organization that might be using a Zia in a really not cool way. We also do not see him act in a self-sacrificing way, which he does from the get go in the original. The angelic body horror was gone, replaced by a sci-fi reading of plants and the concept of plant worship was missing in there as well. There is a lot of internal dialogue that many of the characters pose through the anime and manga and its just gone from Stampede and it revolves around forgiveness, violence, and justice.

For me, the complete re-interpretation of the world and loss of the moral conflict that all characters show hurt the Christian (and Buddhist) themes that underpinned the original. It really came down to how the characters acted and talked. There is no point to a gunslinger who is almost completely passive when one who is active but uses a non-lethal method based on principle. There is a chapter where Vash gets taunted by some enemy for how bad his target practice is until they determine he was that accurate at shooting someone but not killing them. The best way to summarize is that they took some of the aesthetics of the original and didn't follow through on how the characters acted. There is so much contemplation in the original and that is missing in the remake.

Let's just make this a list: 1.) Leo would actually have a real girlfriend. I already have issues with White, I think adding her in as a quasi-girlfriend was a disservice to Leo's character. 2.) Zapp would be white. Less of a manwhore perhaps? 3.) Chain would be cute as opposed to cold and distant. No drinking assholes under the table and vomiting in her bathroom later. See Meryl Stryfe.

4.) K.K. would have boobs, and somehow be more sexy than an awkward and doting mother. See Rem and Luida. 5.) Steven's scar would be smaller or missing to make him a real lady killer. Either they'd lean way too far into Steven's shady side or they'd clean it up completely. Like he'd wink at women as opposed to sleeping with them to get intel. Be Klaus #1 fan! But like all the time, making himself to work too much. His hangry side would either be missing or played up for laughs. 6.) Zed would be dropped because he's the non-human team member. What's the point of having him? 7.) Luciana Estevez would only appear in her super sexy doctor form not her silly clone or normal form.

8.) They would try to create lore and filler to explain things that you have to assume are just how things work. Or they would info dump as opposed to leaving it up to you to worry about things and figure it out from the context. 9.) The entire cast gets aged down, because having a bunch of 30+ cast members who don't have all their shit together is too embarrassing aka very realistic. e.g. K.K. has a house husband (not a good mother like Rem and Luida in Stampede), Steven will die single and alone, Daniel will die single and alone, Patrick carries a torch for Guinness but is single, Abrams is a walking disaster.

10.) Character designs which are super unique and fun, especially in the manga all get 'isekai treatment' were they look homogeneous. The whole point of the diversity of the cast is lost. Women are short and cute, men are tall and slender or tall and buff. No other options.

11.) They attempt to rationalize the 13 Kings and give deep meaning behind their behaviors. Which maybe we will get that someday, but part of the fun is how fucking chaotic they are.

12.) Hellsalem's Lot is an empty city. Somehow, the city lacks people on the streets and we don't get the rooftop betting scene between the giant stomping creature and super-sized Riel. Sex, drugs, gambling are minimized in their version.

13.) The entire Prosfair story line is cut because it is so fucking bizarre and awesome; they wouldn't understand the point of the entire game.

14.) The OST is bad.

[digitallovergirl]

thank you!!! it took awhile for me to find one I really liked (talking about both the theme and new url.) i'm good aswell! I do have work to do because I didn't finish it at school sooo I have to do that 😭🙏

MAY MAYYYYY!!! HRUU POOKS 😍

ZIA!!! it took me a sec because of the THEME and bew url. its so cute btw 😋😋

i’m good! abt to eat breakfast with my family

how are you??

[aut-with-tism]

Zia Rodriguez is the first official member of the DPG.

She’s young. Passionate. The enquiry email she receives shows as much, with an equally impressive résumé attached. She’s quick to email back, arranging to meet in person and further discuss details.

She walks away from that meeting feeling the most hope she’s felt in a year.

Zia reminds her of Zara, in a way; eager to do what she can to help whilst all too aware of limitations preventing such. Impressionable, not malleable.

(Weeks later, when they’re blindly stumbling through her apartment, she’ll be reminded of Zara, again. Breathless kisses and burning shame. If she whimpers the wrong name as she comes apart, clawing at the sheets, Zia doesn’t correct her. She never does.)

But then there’s the lingering touches - a hand on her thigh, in her hair. There's watching her when she thinks she’s not looking, followed by shameless grins when she’s caught in the act. Or cocky retorts to make her smile. Catching her eyes to be met with caring concern. Silent questions and unspoken answers.

Those remind her of Owen.

It’s just her and Zia, the first couple months. Which probably should disappoint her, but doesn’t.

(Not when she wakes to a head between her thighs and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Not when low hums of praise and tentative but precise fingers help chase the nightmares away.)

Those first few months are theirs and theirs alone.

It works out best, that way. By the time her inbox slowly fills up with interest, everything’s in its right place. Their following soon grows, as does their team.

It doesn’t surprise her when the vast majority happen to be past employees and interns at Jurassic World, but it still feels like a punch to the gut. It sends her reeling; doubled over, eyes burning.

They lost their jobs - and those who didn’t lost their lives - all because of her. Her. And yet, they still want to help.

They’re better people than she’ll ever be. But she can try.

She is trying.

Come summer’s end, their website is up and running and they have steady followings across multiple social media accounts. She finds herself obsessing over numbers and statistics once more, escaping through work. But by no means is it the park. There’s no control room - no control. No ‘Miss Dearing’ or ‘Ma’am’. Just Claire. Claire and her team.

It’s beautiful.

She and Zia have built this beautiful thing together from nothing and she couldn’t be more proud. And yet, she has the sudden urge to flee. To run and watch from the sidelines in fear she’ll ruin it.

Maybe she will. After all, that’s what she does best, is it not? Maybe it’s some twisted tale of misfortune. Her warped destiny.

She explains such, one night. All these worries and insecurities that plague her. How she was born damned and has spent every day of her pathetic life sealing that fate. And all she can do is watch. Observe.

It gave her life meaning, once. Looking down from above and watching everyone go about their lives as though they were something - someone - in the world.

But she knows better, now. Knows better than to believe she could belong.

Somewhere between passing the bottle of Jack Daniel’s between them and her (drunkenly - it wouldn’t have happened, otherwise) pouring her heart out, Zia leans in to kiss her. Slowly. Carefully.

Lovingly.

And then it’s not just the whiskey burning a trail up from her stomach to her chest.

Then the fullness within is resultant of more than alcohol and Chinese takeout, alone.

She just told Zia she doesn’t belong. But, right now, it feels as though maybe, just maybe, she could. And that scares her. Terrifies her, even.

It’s all too new. Too sudden. Unexpected and unexplainable; strange.

The word ‘love’ comes to mind once more and she thinks about Zia, about Owen, about Zara. The look in their eyes, all too familiar and yet oh so foreign. She wants it. God, she wants it so badly but she can’t.

She’s quick to scramble up off the couch, tripping over herself until she’s hunched over the toilet bowl. Heaving up dinner and spitting out the shame burning her skin.

This is wrong. It’s unnatural.

Her father made sure she knew that when she was twelve and he caught her kissing the pastor’s niece behind the shed at church camp. How he hit her to the ground and didn’t stop until she thought she thought she’d end up six feet under it. How he refused to look her in the eyes until she was ‘fixed’ weeks later.

(She was damned in more ways than one, when it happened. When the same thing that seemingly fixed her in his eyes left her broken in hers.)

A sob escapes her lips. She lets it.

Eventually, cool fingers brush through damp curls, lifting them up off her neck and out of her face. Someone hushes her until sobs turn to whimpers turn to shallow breaths. Gentle reassurances whispered in her ear, gentler hands rubbing circles on her back. A comfort undeserved.

Her first coherent thought is Owen. But it’s not him. It’s not Owen and it’s not Zara and she knows she’s screwed. Knows it’s too late. She’s too far gone to be saved.

So, she leaves.

It’s become a routine of its own, in a way; love them and leave them.

(Leaving’s the easy part.)

Some things never change. Or, rather, she never changes - she doesn’t think she knows how to.

But she always comes crawling back. Too scared of change, of being alone, of having nothing in this world and no place in it, either. It’s inadvertently selfish of her, but she has bigger sins.

Zia doesn’t - wouldn’t - understand. She can’t. Not when she promises she’s fine not being loved by her if it means she’ll love herself, but Zia doesn’t get that she doesn’t know how to do either.

All she knows is she’s tired and she doesn’t want to be alone anymore. She doesn’t have to be.

So long as she gets better. So long as she can do better and be better.

It’s an unspoken ultimatum she gave herself the night she tore apart her living room in the midst of a breakdown. The night Zia had to pick the lock to her apartment because she’d called her to say sorry and ended up saying goodbye. The night she drank until she stopped recognising herself and saw her dad, instead.

She stops drinking that night.

Her first fumbling step in the right direction. It shouldn’t feel like an achievement and it doesn’t, not really, but she can’t help the way she feels it bubble up inside when Zia says how proud she is.

She shows it, too. Pushing her back onto the bed with a tender force that makes her head spin. Leaving her melting under every touch and with every kiss.

For something so wrong, it couldn’t feel more right.

She packs in smoking as well, eventually. Six weeks away from the second anniversary; two weeks after Zach’s eighteenth birthday.

Karen had made a comment about how much better she looked, before asking if she and Owen were back together. As if the man’s absence wasn’t answer enough. All she could do was shake her head in response. It felt like a trap. Be shamed for her joy, or be shamed for her seeming lack thereof. Whichever’s worse, she supposes.

It didn’t mean anything, but it stuck with her. Like all minor things in her life, building up until they became something more in her mind that she just couldn’t let go.

It stuck with her when she went back home.

It stuck with her when she’d look in the mirror and notice the lessened bags under her eyes and the roundness returning to her face once more.

It stuck with her when she did all she could to avoid Zia without making it obvious that’s what she was doing.

Which wasn’t fair - god, she knows how wrong it was - but it seemed less wrong to throw herself fully into her work when reports of volcanic activity from Mount Sibo hit the news.

For the first time in nearly two years, dinosaurs stopped being monsters and went back to animals, instead.

There’s fundraising events. Peaceful protests. Social media tags. The DPG blows up to the point it’s no longer suitable to continue working from home, anymore. So, she uses her severance pay to rent an office space in the city.

Let something good come out of the bad, Zia reminds her. But for something good, there’s more bad. It never seems to end.

(And it reminds her of the park, now. Sweet-talking potential investors and sponsors. Long days, longer nights. Always busy but never quite enough to shut her brain off.

By the February time, she feels like she’s back where she started.

For every step forwards, there’s three steps back.

One step back is to Jurassic World. One step back to control room Claire. One step back to the pitiful child that nobody can save. Born damned; damned to die that way, too.

One night she leaves work and finds herself at a dive bar downtown. Shot of tequila sat in front of her, head in her hands - she must look pathetic. Dry drowning her sorrows in a vain attempt to hold back the memories of teeth, blood, screams that have crept up on her, again. She thinks she’s hallucinating when she sees Owen. But the look on his face when he sits down beside her is something she can’t make up. It must mirror her own.

“You finally found a diet that allows tequila?”

She slides the shot glass across to him, watching as he throws it back and shudders at the taste. He faces her with a curiosity she can’t comprehend, tilting his head like one of his raptors.

“What do you say we get the hell out of here?”

And so, they do. He takes her hand and leads her through the crowd until they’re outside. Even then, he doesn’t let go.

How they got to his van, she doesn’t remember. All she can recall is pushing him up against the door and kissing him until her lungs burned and her chest ached. Whimpering into his mouth as he pulled her impossibly closer. Crying out his name and clawing at his back.

He falls asleep with his arms wrapped tight around her and she tries not to cry as the shame of it all hits her.

She’s gone from leading on one person to sleeping with another and it’s not fair on either person. They’ve given her their all and this is how she returns the favour? By cheating them both?

Trembling hands peel away Owen’s arms and search for her clothes in the dark. A routine she’s done before.

She doesn’t cry until she’s outside and the weight of her guilt crushes her.

She doesn’t stop crying until she falls asleep in her car.

When she wakes up cold and aching, it feels like a righteous punishment. The least she deserves after it all. Phone dead, head pounding, she drives to the office and refuses to acknowledge anyone all day. Just…stays at her desk until everyone’s gone home for the night. Well, almost everyone.

“What happened?” Zia asks, sitting on top of her desk. She flinches. It’s not accusatory, just too much kindness for her to handle. Too much concern. “Claire?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Claire, talk to me.”

Still, nothing.

It takes too long for Zia to sigh and leave. It takes even longer for her to whisper an apology as she watches her walk away. Not that it matters; it could never be enough. She could never be enough.

[digitallovergirl]

ziaaaa! how are you beautiful <33

vi!!!! omg we haven't talked in a while 🥹!! I've been good, I got my third ear piercing today & just had a fun day with my mom and it really made me happy <33. I also had a fun school event yesterday and when I tell you I've slept like a baby when I came home LOL. honestly, i've been having a good two days! how about uuu??

[dulcet-aurora]

rolls into your inbox (hi how are you)

hiii cutie i'm good wbu!!!

[bllsbailey]

'J6 Praying Grandma' Ordered To Pay $100K Fine, Endure 6 Months Of House Arrest

Rebecca Lavrenz, who is also known online as the “J6 Praying Grandma,” has been sentenced to six months of home confinement in addition to being ordered to pay a $100k fine in connection to the U.S. Capitol protest on January 6th.

Prosecutors were initially seeking a 10-month prison sentence, but Muslim Magistrate Judge Zia Faruqui

did not believe that was necessary. Instead, he decided Lavrenz should not profit off of her “egregious conduct,” ruling in favor of a $100,000 fine instead.

Lavrenz is one of the over 1,400 people who have been charged in relation to the 2021 protest.

Lavrenz has gained notoriety online for speaking out against the Department of Justice’s response to those charged in cases related to January 6th.

Along with the six month home confinement sentencing, Lavrenz is also required to stay off the internet during her house arrest after prosecutors accused her of “profiting off the celebrity of her conviction,” based on her media appearances.

Former President Donald Trump came to Lavrenz’s defense after her conviction in April, maintaining that she was “unfairly targeted” by the Justice Department. He also shared a link for people to donate to her legal fund.

“This whole situation is not just about me, it is about the people of the United States of America,” said Lavrenz.

Additionally, she reportedly claimed that she was at the U.S. Capitol “out of obedience to God,” and has said that her actions were a part of a larger cause.

Lavrenz was sentenced as one of the more mild offenders during the protests, as she did not actively engage in any violence or property destruction. However, Judge Faruqui told her in court that “it’s still a grave offense.”

“Outrageously, the government seeks to imprison this peaceful, nonviolent, elderly, retired, first-time offender for months in jail merely because Lavrenz has been forthright in informing her fellow Americans about the criminal justice system for January 6 defendants,” wrote her attorney, John Pierce.

Prosecutors claim that Lavrenz spent roughly ten minutes inside the Capitol building, chanting “It’s our house, you can’t take our house.”

During her trial, prosecutor Terence Park

also maintained that there is “no question” that Lavrenz wanted to stop the legitimization of Joe Biden’s victory in 2020.

“She has all but promised to do it all over again,” said Parker.

Lavenz’s legal team reportedly plans to appeal the conviction and challenge the fine.

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[hellions-haunt]

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Hello everyone!

I've just cleared my inbox and the responses have been queued for posting. If you are not any of the following people (under the cut) and have sent in an ask, then sorry, I didn't receive it >.< Feel free to send it again, or just send something in general!

potatoingalaxy

yvonnesrespite

rafayelsmuse

rosie-zia

deepspacexavier

))

[huginsmemory]

Favourite thing of coming back to tumblr after camping w/o wifi for 12 days is 1. an ask in my inbox from someone angry at me about saying that Wolfwood is Hispanic and that the eye of Micheal symbol is the Zia symbol (and I should 'prove' it), 2. a white person adding a long ass reflective comment about themselves with a detour about 'christian appropriation' on the said same post that caused the previous ask (a post which is about indigenous appropriation) and 3. the large amount of porn bots that followed me in the interim

[hangthai]

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