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Another though

So Conquest's speech the one that starts with "I am so lonely." It's written so well, it is such an awsome moment, chills.

Now, imagine if a Fae villian said it. Think about a Fae, boot in your face, wings on proud display, saying "[Their name]... I don't even get a real name..." Think about them saying that to their nemsis and then asking "So, can I have your name when you die?" Or just asking for their name in general afterwards.

Maybe if the Fae villain dies at some point they could say something along the lines of "I always wanted a name like yours" or "I've wanted your name for so long... such a shame mine will have to be engraved on a tombstone instead."

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I just wanted to say a thought that has been bouncing around my head.

I think a part of the reason we aren't able to get computers with human level sapients is because we aren't mimicking the human chemical system. In our brain there is dopamine, serotonin, and other happy inducing chemicals but also in your brain there is acetylcholine which you use to learn and glutamate which you use to memorize and oxytocin.

And the main reason we've been able to get machines to pattern recognize but not truly create from original experiences is because we just been electrocuting rocks. That is half the battle. Electrical signaling is half the human process, the other half is the chemicals or the pain signals that get sent out due to that.

We got to make the computers suffer.

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had to draw something for myself and hopefully others too

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The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

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By the way, I saw in the news today that thousands of mail-in ballots in Nevada can't yet be certified because the signature on the envelope doesn't match the name on the voter registration. They suggested that this could be attributed to young people not being used to signing their name.

So if you're a young person in a swing state who voted by mail, it'd be a good idea to check that there isn't a problem with your ballot. They official said they'll be contacting all of the voters in question, but you could be proactive in making sure.

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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.

hack the planet

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if you voted by mail now is the time to make sure your ballot was accepted

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Please, spread this for those who might need it right now

U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)

U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)

Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.

LGBT National Help Center: (888) 843-4564

Trevor Project: Call (866) 488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat online.

Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡

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I said this months ago but I'll say it again: if you're transgender you HAVE TO LIVE

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For once, I can't just roll with this shit.

I am will be in active danger for the next four years or more of my life. My boyfriend will be in danger.

And I can't just pack it under some fucking rug can kick it into the basement of my brain.

I might have to marry my boyfriend next month for citizenship to another country and we might have to move there once this (school) year is over.

And what is worse is I can't help but think about how my parents probably voted. About the fact they probably voted third party or Republic about how my grandparents voted.

TW BELOW: suicide

I am thinking that if my boyfriend and I can't get out in time, we will just have to die. And that I will have to supply what kills us because it will be less painful than any other method and I don't want him to suffer.

I hate this.

I hate the people who are afraid because they were told that we were here to harm them and then didn't listen to our side.

I hate those who claim to love those in the LGBTQA+ or that are POC or that are disabled or that are woman and then go vote Republican.

I hate America.

I hate humanity.

I hate what we have become.

I hate what this is.

I hate.

I hate.

I hate.

I hate I hate I hate

That I am a person too, yet the majority of people in my life that I have cared for since a young age deny me my right to life.

I hate being an American in this trying time.

I want to not exist.

Fuck you.

Peace was never an option after you wanted me to die.

We need to bury the infected corpse that is America.

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Going off of this reply because as promised I deleted my reblog of this post, long and short I think the image is suppose to work a embeded link to z-type, basically making the link the picture so when you click the picture it works, but due to how tumblr be you could only do this from your own blog or something, the link might no longer work, the link embeded image thing fully patched out (thanks bots prob) or something else but otherwise from computer + phone, trick no longer works.

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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A little thought (Heavy topics underneath, like contemplating existence heavy, also TW suicide)

Man if I am type one diabetic there must be a me that not in the multiverse...

Wait, its larger than that, there would be infinite of them as there are an infinite amount of timelines, infinite of me.

There is infinite me's that are me, there are infinite me's that are one inch different, me's that got that relationship to stay, me's that lost the one I have right now. There are infinite everyelse that are just slightly different, and infinite that are just the same to the second.

There are infinite me's that chose to live, and infinite me's that chose to take their own lives, and infinite me's that never got to chose, and infinite me's who never existed in the first place.

There are infinite me's that are you, there are infinite you's that are me.There are infinite her's that are you, infinite you's that are me, and infinte me's that are her. Maybe we should all be a little kinder to eachother because in another universe we are each other.

But if in some other universe I am you and you are me, where do you end and I begin. What makes a person? Their memories, those can be lost. Their personality, will change. Their relationships, will shift. Their perspective, is already mine in a different universe. Maybe, we are all the same person in the beginning, before we can measure personality, as cells that can barely think, but as soon as the lights come on we all split. There are an infinite me, and there are an infinite you.

So maybe, I am not special. However, being me, right here, right now, behind this keyboard, in this mind, as these chemical responses means I had such small odds to exist in this place that I should cherish it for the ones who didn't make it.

For the me's that found the diagnosis too painful, for the me's that weren't born, for the me's who were killed, for the me's who's you, for the me's that are beyond, for the me's who are before.

I promise I will see the dawn as much as possible, from tomorrow on.

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While the reason I made this blog is pretty clear, some still may think "why in the fuck didn't you just get a journal" and to that I say, because I wouldn't want to write in it.

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Stuff I would like you to know

Hello, this is like my journal but think of this post as like the cover aka I am going to tell you a little bit about behavior and rule and then we'// get to it.

Be kind to others. Aka don't have something good to say, don't say it. You didn't pay for this and any entertainment you're getting out of it is free so don't be rude to your waitress or else you might find an industrial sledge hammer finding it's way to your privates quicker than you would like

This is a pure text post Tumblr. No art will be posted here, no fanfiction will be hanging from my door, and there will be no smut. If you're looking for horny go to a fandom tag, you can't miss it.

Respect my anonymity. If you think you've cracked the code and found me out keep your lips shut. Trying to guess my identity will have me at best ignore you for a few days and at worst (you do it every time I post) get you blocked.

General house keeping. There will be trigger warnings on post and below the cut will be the triggering material ykyk. I am okay if you reblog my post, honestly don't really know why you would but that is okay with me. Don't put tags that don't fit like robot or something and try to not overrun me with comments just because I have asks off.

Finally, have fun. Block me if you don't like me. Don't read if you don't like. Let minds wander.