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“They didn’t understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it isn’t so.”

— Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via quotespile)

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“The house was heavy around him, the pressure of the past filling the rooms like odorless gas.”

— Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

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“Define your terms… or we shall never understand one another.”

— Voltaire, Dictionnaire philosophique

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If we cannot understand the horrors of war, poverty, illness, and assault of any kind in the abstract, surely that speaks to a depravity in our public life.  If we cannot imagine what suffering feels like without making someone perform it for us over and over again, surely it’s we who are the most inhumane and cruel, more so than those who inflicted the abuse in the first place, because we insist that the suffering become permanent public displays? What does it mean for the world we want if we cannot fight for the rights and dignity of other humans, without first making them cry for us and without us crying over them?

Yasmin Nair, from “AOC and the Weaponisation of Trauma”

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powerful nature

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// Hi. It has come to my attention that I never properly explained my hiatus.

The thing is, I cannot bring myself to write on tumblr. The fandom has shifted, the way people answer asks, people using small fonts af, people not using xkit, and generally the issue of finding interesting threads that would be properly plotted, with constant communication between muns—things like that just bother me a lot. I realize now it has been a constant source of anxiety for me, and then there’s the lack of interaction for anything I try to do.

So I decided to step back and stop tumblr. I haven’t stopped roleplaying, nor have I abandoned Dragon. I couldn’t. I still think about him every day, I still write with my girlfriend, I am writing a fanfic slowly, but writing on tumblr just isn’t for me anymore. It was amazing at the beginning when it felt like the fandom was at its peak in 2016, but now I cannot find anyone to interact with that wouldn’t have been around back then. And so many people of those have left, and I do appreciate the people that still are here, but I just cannot do tumblr roleplay anymore.

As I mentioned previously, I am still open on exchanging discords if mutuals still want to keep in contact and talk about our muses. We could maybe roleplay through discord or google docs too. But I won’t be returning to tumblr. 

This blog will be eventually archived, and I will make a new one with the same url that’s just aesthetics and ramblings about Dragon. I still love him, and boy has he developed again. I realized so many new things about him last year (ironic, thanks corona) and his backstory is getting rewritten and reworked, though I now have it all mostly in my head, I just need to write it all down.

I hope the best of luck for everyone still in this roleplay fandom, and please, when eventually this blog gets archived I would love it if people who still are interested in my portrayal of him would follow his new, aesthetics blog once it gets made.

Thank you, it was amazing to roleplay with everyone!

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Fandom: One Piece

Relationships: Monkey D. Dragon/Original Character(s), Monkey D. Garp/Original Character(s), Monkey D. Dragon & Monkey D. Garp

Characters: Monkey D. Dragon, Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Luffy, Original Characters

Summary: After Luffy’s mother’s death, Garp comes to talk with his son.

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// In my absence feel free to check out my personal turned art blog! Posting mostly Dragon/One Piece/Revo art and some ocs

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// I’m going to have to go on a semi-hiatus. I don’t know why but I cannot bring myself to write on tumblr at the moment. 

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“I hated myself for going, why couldn’t I be the kind of person who stays?”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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                            what did it cost? 

                                             ———-     ‘  e v e r y t h i n g  ‘

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back at it again with another parks and rec redraw

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There is nothing more necessary than truth; in comparison with it, everything else has only secondary value.

Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (via deusexmachiavelli)

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Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ (via deusexmachiavelli)

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Holy Moly… Astypalea island, Greece.