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ghoap or whatever idk the lore …

thanks for 700 followers on tumblr ! :-)

i may be having an art raffle over on twitter when i hit 1k, if anyone’s interested

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tomorrow the russian government is gonna add a few new laws in the criminal code:

1) if you’re posting a fake (fake is literally anything that doesn’t say the offical state information) - it’s a crime = you can go to jail

2) if you’re vocally against the war - it’s a crime = you can go to jail

3) if you’re saying the sanctions are good/are justified - it’s a crime = you can go to jail.

today, some of our opposition media sources were blocked for spreading information that was different from the official media.

today facebook and twitter were blocked in russia, god knows what will happen in the morning. maybe they’ll cut the internet for all I know.

please, spread the word. if some of your russian friends фку suddenly disappear from the social media - our government is doing everything for us to rely only on the lies they’re spreading.

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hello and welcome to “is this word tumblr approved?” a post where i take it upon myself to find out if a word is still approved

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NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

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anyways this one’s for kids and teens who can’t get the covid vaccine because of their republican anti vax parents. it’s not your fault and please keep being as safe as possible <3 ily

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Many describe me as "submissive and breedable"

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re2make leon's little moles and beauty marks. like if u agree

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resident evil needs to chill, theres too many to choose from

(also thank you for 30 followers! i appreciate each and every one of you! virtual hugs for all :))

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I dunno if anyone else is interested, but I put together a small timeline of where Chris and/or Leon was at any given time. I'm finding it useful for writing to have them crossover with each other. Thought I'd share it for anyone who might find it useful.

Resident Evil 1

July 1998

T-virus

Chris:

Arklay Mountains, Racoon City

Resident Evil 2

Sept 1998

T-virus

G-virus

Leon:

Raccoon City

Code Veronica

Dec 1998

T-virus

T-veronica

Chris:

Rockfort Island

Antarctica

Darkside Chronicles

2002

T-virus

T-veronica

Leon:

South America

Umbrella Chronicles

2003

T-virus

Chris:

Caucasus, Russia

Resident Evil 4

2004

Los Plagas

Leon:

Spain

Revelations

2004/05

T-abyss virus

Chris:

Terragrigia, Mediterranean Sea

Degeneration

Nov 2005

T-virus

Leon:

Harvardville, US

Infinite Darkness

2006

Leon:

Washington D.C.

Pacific Ocean

Shanghai, China

Resident Evil 5

2009

Plagas

Chris:

Kijuju, Africa

Damnation

2011

T-virus

Plagas

Leon:

East Slav Republic

Resident Evil 6

2012/13

C-virus

Leon:

Tall Oaks, US

Lanshiang, China

Chris:

Edonia

Lanshiang, China

Vendetta

2014

A-virus

Leon:

Washington D.C.

Colorado

New York City, New York, US

Chris:

Mexico

Chicago, Illinois, US

Colorado

New York City, New York, US

Resident Evil 7

2017

Mold

Chris:

Dulvey, Louisiana, US

Resident Evil 8

2020

Mold

Chris:

Romania

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i just wanna steal fictional men’s gender is that too much to ask for

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Now this, is peak SWF.

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Let’s talk about the fabulous aromantics out there

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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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Fandom: Detroit become human | Character: RK900

There was comfort in loneliness. There was safety in loneliness. People he had voiced his concerns to had told him people could be happy alone. That what society told you as the status quo didn't have to be what made you happy and that's the only thing that should matter to you. Being happy.

RK900 agreed with them and believed that to be the truth for others. But was it the truth for him? Perhaps he was the one it should have applied to most. Because who if not him was built for loneliness? The sole existing prototype for a model designed for total autonomy. But even if he told himself that and tried to believe he didn't need others, he still wasn't happy.

When he sat in that apartment that was declared his and stared at a blank wall feeling utterly detached from himself and the world. When he walked past the kitchen he didn't need and closed the door to a bathroom he only used to water dead plants. When he stood in a booth opposite of a bed collecting dust to enter stasis. It didn't feel like his, it didn't feel like home. It was merely a space he occupied for a while until he left again and someone else would come. It didn't feel right to think of this place as something permanent when everywhere he looked he saw what wasn't meant for him, what was someone elses dream he was pushed into to live. It wasn't what he wanted. And he wasn't happy. But how to change that when everything he did was fake a smile to passerbys because whenever he spoke his mind people pitied him or voiced phrases on repeat designed to make them feel better and show how they cared when they didn't. Maybe that was the point. Finding someone who cared. Someone who didn't try to correct him or better him or take control of his life. Someone who cared and accepted him. Or maybe someone who didn't give a damn about his problems but listened regardless and afterwards held him for a while. He didn't know if that would make him happier, but it could be worth a try. Just how to do that? How to find that person?

RK900 closed his eyes and tuned out the white empty walls around him and the dead plants he thought to liven up this place and the kitchen waiting for someone to use it. If he looked for a person he had to meet people. To meet people he had to go outside and regularly. He sighed, a utterly human thing to do and as ill-fitting to him as everything else around him.

He stood up, put the keys to the apartment on the counter and left the door open on his way out. Someone who needed it more than him could take it. He would find his own home. Happiness was out there and he would discover it and make it his. He was sure of it.

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Mornings (Reed900)

Notes/Tags: Domestic Fluff, not beta'd (whoops), reed900, cutesy shit | 391 words

Gavin actually really looks forward to his mornings, surprisingly.

Mornings used to be dreadful. He would have to crawl out of the sweet grasp of sleep and force himself to grab a cup of coffee before rushing to work in an attempt to not be late. It was honestly hell for him.

However, mornings were no longer dreadful, or even lonely, for that matter. They were filled with soft caresses and gentle kisses. They were perfect. They are perfect.

That’s exactly how he feels when he wakes up today.

There’s a gentle warmth that envelopes his skin so pleasantly. It’s almost like he’s swimming through molasses, and he doesn’t want to get out.

He’s slow to realize that a combination of the soft duvet and his lover is what’s keeping him so warm, considering that it was winter in Detroit. He can feel the gentle beat of his thirium pump thrumming against his side.

Although, he smiles a little at a new, tingly warmth that trails over his skin. He moves closer to it, chasing it blindly, familiar with who it’s coming from.

“Good morning, my love,” the voice, belonging to Nines, his lover, says.

Gavin looks down, seeing Nines leaving soft pecks over the skin of his neck while trailing his fingertips over his stomach. He sighs softly and takes a better glance around the room.

It’s still mostly dark. The only bit of light comes from the windows. Gavin assumes it’s only barely sunrise. There’s no gray or orange-gold of the early morning sky.

The comforting wamness seeps into his skin and deep into his body. He can feel Nines’s heated skin against him, pressing close.

“Good morning, baby. C’mere,” Gavin mumbles, his voice low from sleep.

Nines shifts up, stradling Gavin now. He leaves feather-soft kisses all over his face, the sensation of it making Gavin laugh gently. The sound makes Nines’s thirium pump beat harder.

Nines thinks Gavin sounds gentle and delicate. The sound and sight of his partner are undoubtedly beautiful, in his perspective. He can never get tired of this in the morning.

“I hope you know just how much I love you, Nines.”

Gavin pulls Nines impossibly closer.

“And I hope you know how much I love you too, Gavin.”