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What You Tried to Drown

Your mind had been racing with intrusive thoughts all day. Anxiety bubbled up every time you didn’t keep your mind occupied. You had cleaned the entire house thoroughly, and now you sit in the immaculately clean living room, those thoughts making their way back into your mind.

You cannot help but ruminate over those thoughts. They poke and prod you, begging you to draw your attention to them. They call to you, scream at you to listen. You give in so easily, because you don’t have any of your medicine to quiet them down.

Then something crosses your mind. The attic! You completely forgot to go upstairs and clean up the attic! Of course, cleaning the attic is such a welcome distraction. You don’t waste anytime going upstairs and getting to work.

Underneath a stack of old books, you see a photo album marked in cursive script. The script on the cover spells out your last name and the words: Family Photo Album. You haven’t looked through this for a while, so what’s the harm in going down Memory Lane?

As you flip to the first page in the photo album, you come across a picture of you and your wife on your wedding day. Her face and yours is covered with smashed cake. You’re holding her as you both laugh at each other. Both of you were young at the time. You were only twenty, and she was only nineteen. You smile, remembering that day with a fondness in your eyes.

Flipping to the next image, there’s a picture from your honeymoon. Your wife is standing on the top level of the Eiffel Tower. She smiles at the camera warmly, her black hair pulled back into a French braid. Paris was a good choice for your honeymoon. You had surprised her a few weeks before the wedding, and she had almost squealed with excitement. That excited squeal still brings a smile to your face.

The third picture is very different. Taken about two years later, it shows an ultrasound with the unmistakeable shape of a baby. She had found out she was pregnant about six weeks earlier. The baby would turn out to be a boy, and you named him Grayson.

Flipping through pictures, you watched as Grayson grew into the rambunctious kid he is today. You loved your son more than anything. You watched him while your wife ran errands. You built model planes with him as a toddler, and now he wants to be a pilot when he’s an adult.

Then you come across another ultrasound. Only three years after Grayson was born, your wife was pregnant again. However, this pregnancy would have many scares, and culminated in your child being born a month early. Now Grayson had a little sister, and you named her Rose.

Rose was almost an exact copy of your wife. She had the same dark hair and nose that was a little upturned. She loved performing onstage, taking many dance classes, and had a pretty singing voice for a six year old.

But as you flip to the end, you come across court documents. A note from your wife’s lawyer, saying she is seeking divorce. A summons to family court from the judge. The verdict of the custody battle, losing custody of your kids and only gaining visitation rights. You lost everything that mattered.

Those intrusive thoughts that you had come up here to forget slam back into your head at full force. You drop the scrapbook, and grab your head. Running to the door, you throw it open and dash down the stairs, almost tripping a few times. When you reach the bottom, you don’t stop until you’re at the fridge in the kitchen.

You drop your hands and take deep breaths, considering what you’re about to potentially do. You calm down slowly, realizing your hand is gripping the handle. You should pull it away. You know you must pull it away. But are you really strong enough to?

The voices return, jeering and taunting you. You grit your teeth and force the fridge open. You can’t handle this anymore. You need to forget everything. You need to forget the kids. You need to forget the pain Stacy put you through, so you pull out the bottle of whiskey.

And so the cycle repeats anew.

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Heroes Among Us #1

It’s nighttime in Aviare City, a technological industry city of over 1.8 million residents. While the city appears to be as quiet and orderly as a big city can be, the Allies knew it was a facade. What the facade hid was violent, superhuman criminals, gang activity, mafia dealings, and unspeakable acts of violence. The Allies knew the facade would crack; it always cracked. The true colors of the city’s nightlife would show, then it’ll be time for them to spring into action.

For Jameson Jackson, AKA Chronos, cleaning up messes wrought by villains and violence wasn’t a difficult endeavor. A simple turn of the hands on his pocket watch reversed time so he could prevent the incident from happening, provided that the incident was not a Fated Event. Fated Events are events that are destined to occur. When Jameson comes across these events, not even his abilities are able to prevent it from occurring.

It was seven pm Friday. Jameson was dressed in his Chronos outfit. A navy blue button vest, the buttons modeled after watch faces. Underneath was a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled back past his elbows. Black slacks and black boots completed his ensemble, with a black half mask covering his face and a black bowler hat perched on his head. It looked like a gentleman and a superhero decided to have a child together, and Chronos was the result.

Jameson scans the horizon from St Peter’s Catholic Cathedral, searching for his fellow Allies member, Jackieboyman. He looks at his watch nervously. Jackieboyman was supposed to show up half an hour ago. Jameson silently wondered about his friend, knowing that he still has his civilian priorities to care for. But something about this didn’t sit well with him. Jackie rarely missed their turn to patrol the city. He considered this as one of his most important duties as a hero. Why isn’t he here to do his duty?

A buzz from his pager snapped Jameson from his thoughts. CIVIL UNREST. MACTARE STREET. MASS PROTEST TURNED VIOLENT. Jameson grumbled silently. Of course, the Aviares would find a way to turn a peaceful protest into a full blown riot. They always did. Jameson prepares to deploy his hover glider, when his thoughts turn to Jackieboyman again. He turns back to where he was standing. Maybe he should wait...

No. The longer I wait, Jameson thinks, the more likely an innocent protester would get killed or severely injured. Jackie will just have to catch up with me. Jameson pulls the string attached to his vest. The glider springs forth, the hover engines starting up with a click and the whirring of gears. Soon Jameson is off the cathedral roof. He hastily flies forth, sailing towards Mactare Street and the massive riot that awaits him.

But Jameson should’ve paid more attention to the fact that his pager was glitching.

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It’s March 19, 1980 in the state of Texas. In an isolated field far from any town, there’s a grey stone prison complex, massive and foreboding. Within the complex, there’s a block of prison cells that house the death row prisoners. The most vile criminals within the state are sent there after being sentenced to death. Murderers, rapists, and serial killers all occupy the space, each of them different from each other. However, they do have one thing in common. They will all eventually face the executioner when it’s their time.

While most prisoners on death row compete on who has the most vile crimes, they agree there is one criminal within death row whose crimes are the most vile than any crimes they’ve committed. Within the death row, there is a cell that is separated far from the others. Only a single woman occupies the cell. The prisoners of the death row know nothing of her but her last name.

They all know her as Bundy.

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If you ever feel sad, remember this.

Jack took our community creation and made it come to life, out of sheer love for us. :3

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👌🏻

#EGOWATCH

Blood and Silence owo

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Except for that time I fucked up a conversation.

Of all those autism HCs, only four apply to me as an autistic person. ITS A SPECTRUM

ITSASPECTRUM

A lot of autistic people are very high-functioning, like a lot of adults with aspergers really thrive

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I come to from the blackout in the kitchen. Looking around in confusion, my vision focuses on the clock. That can’t be right. It’s supposed to be 9:30. It’s two quarters past eleven. I haven’t left the house, so why am I in cold weather clothes?

As I look around in confusion, my answer comes in the form of feeling something dry on my hands and arms. Anticipating the worst, I slowly bring my trembling hand up to eye level. The familiar crimson sheen of dried blood greets me as my mouth opens as if to scream. What happened to me?

Thinking back to the missing two hours, I try to recollect what happened. I search my memory extensively for that missing block of time, but nothing substantial emerges. The only thing I can remember is my hand holding a cold metallic object. Maybe I had helped gut an animal, or put pressure on the bleeding wound of an innocent bystander. Anything but what I think had happened.

But, the inevitable truth was slapping me in the face. I had killed someone. In cold blood, I had murdered a person.

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You know what? I have to admire your resolve, Rogue. Stand by your opinions.

Uh so about that "innocent outro-"

I still stand by what I said. Whether or not anything actually comes of it doesn’t change the opinion I have of it just being Seán or the fact that I worry about the community pressuring him for ego content. :P

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This is still true, even if it was Anti. Jack is not obligated to do any of this, neither is Mark. They both did this out of the goodness of their hearts, and no one has any right to demand ego content when they aren’t ready to do it.

Can I be honest about the “QUIT THE GAME TO WIN” outro thing and say that… I don’t really think much of it?

Like, don’t get me wrong, I think it was fantastic, but like, it didn’t strike me as Anti whatsoever. I just thought it was Seán being a goof with the concept of whether we have the willpower to close the video prematurely or not. Seeing how long he could hold eye contact with the camera in complete silence and spitballing/maybe poking a little fun to the hyperactive theorists out there about how they’re so determined to see every last bit of each video to stay “up to date” on things.

Am I wrong to think it wasn’t really Anti at all, just Seán seeing how far he could roll with a bit?

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@staff Allow adult content, or you lose all of your money.

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

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Even Jeff Goldblum is like, fuck this.

us when sean reblogs suspeeshy stuff

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LET ME DRIVE A MONSTER TRUCK

LET BOYS WEAR SKIRTS

LET BOYS SHAVE

LET BOYS PAINT THEIR NAILS

LET BOYS LIKE PINK

JUST LET PEOPLE DO THINGS!!

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I, a white, American, bisexual, Christian woman, find the attack on the Jewish synogauge abhorrent and a tragic event that took the souls of 11 innocent followers of the Jewish faith. Be strong my fellow People of the Book. We are a family.

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Jew, Muslim, Christians. We are all from Abraham. We are family. The extremists, racists, and supremacists are not our family. Or a shining example of their faith or as humans.

Today, 11 Jewish people, my people, were shot dead by a man shouting “All Jews must die” simply because they were jewish and celebrating the birth of a child on their day of rest

Anti-semitism is always happening. High school boys drawing swastikas because they think it’s funny. People dressing up as Hitler for halloween. People profiling such as making fun of curly hair and large noses.

And when our own get blatantly murdered, I only see jewish people talking about it.

The leader of our country blames the synagogue for being attacked by an armed gunman.

People try to turn this into an anti-gun argument.

This was a hate crime that resulted in the loss of 11 human lives. Please acknowledge this. Please let this have some impact. Do not let this be forgotten or slip by unnoticed. This was a horrible event that should not be discarded

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To all of the people I have hurt, words cannot fix my actions. But I realize now what has went wrong. I unintentionally upset and offended you by saying and doing things that I could not explain, and I had no idea what I was doing. I have since gotten help, and I’m trying to piece myself back to who I was formerly.

You don’t have to believe me. I just ask you to listen

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Whoever the fucking cowards who did this, come over here right now and fucking fight me. You do not do that to ANYBODY! Do you think that Jack and Mark would approve of this cowardly douchebag behavior.

This is disgusting.

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