This is my OOC blog. Rper on Mateus server of FFXIV. Play random other games and things. aka...yoru basic nerd :) My currently active IC blog is: ricard-blacke-ffxiv-mateus.tumblr.com
I’m just gonna make it easy for myself. If you are spewing hatred for another human being because of their political side....Ima just unfollow you. IDC who you voted for, how long I’ve been following you, if I enjoy your other content. None of it matters. I’m tired of this constant “Kill yourself because you voted for xyz” “You are trash because you voted for xyz” “I fucking hate you because you voted for xyz” and so forth. It makes it even more vexing when its people I follow because they tend to bring messages of kindness and equality. How are you going to rise above hate, while you are actively indulging it.
So instead of support your hate, I will simply say goodbye, I still love you, and I hope you can find your happy moments.
tumblr is probably gonna destroy the quality, but here’s a quick little comic i came up with last night! an asexual child of aphrodite asks for some guidance from her mom.
(ACE EXCLUSIONISTS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU)
my writing is a little bit illegible, so there’s a visual description with text under the cut:
Japanese shironuri artist Minori on the street in Harajuku wearing dark handmade, remake, and vintage fashion including a black lace face mask, a brocade dress, a veil, sheer skirt, pillbox bag, and platform boots. Full Look
A few years ago a roommate abruptly decided to move out to live with her boyfriend, and I ended up spending half a year sharing an apartment with someone I had never met before: an Egyptian girl with very limited English.
She was confused by my appearance and asked me “boy or girl?” It took me a while to understand what she was saying, but eventually she got the point across, and I told her that I was a girl. She seemed unsatisfied, and I explained that I was transgender. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t know the word.
We ended communicating by typing our respective sentences into Google Translate. Unfortunately, whatever the Arabic word for “transgender” is, it wasn’t a word she knew either. Eventually I ended up typing in “I used to be a boy but it made me unhappy so I decided to be a girl.” She stared at it for a moment then asked “You are happy now?” I said yes, and she smiled and looked thoughtful.
A couple hours later she came up to me and said “You and me, we are sisters,” and gave me a hug. “You say you are girl, you are girl.”
there are many things tumblr as a whole has to learn but one of them is “someone can reblog a post without them endorsing every action the op has ever taken, we are not beholden to do background checks on the producers of every shitpost on the internet”