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an ornithologist pointed a microphone at a bird sitting alone on a wire and caught the sound of the bird singing a song at a decibel so low that it would be impossible for another bird to hear it, meaning the bird was singing quietly to itself I love life
TW- NSFW/sexual comments about characters that are minors
Hello! I am one of the mods from @/footemoji's discord server. I am here to spread some awareness about a person that I know you interact with a lot
I just want to say that xX404_CantbefoundXx was banned earlier today for breaking multiple of the rules multiple times (most of which being a no NSFW rule) as well as ignoring all the warnings one of our other mods had gave them both in the server and through DMS which was more than generous amount as well as general weird and uncomfortable comments and behavior before then proceeding to take it to Tumblr when they were timed out. They were unwilling to take accountability for their actions and instead tried to erase evidence from the server by simply deleting the messages instead of apologizing and stopping.
Some of these comments included sexual comments towards characters that are minors which is absolutely disgusting and NOT acceptable in the slightest. They are in a fandom in which the show's target audience are minors, and in the server we had these rules in place to keep our community safe and comfortable because most people there are minors, some on the younger side and therefore more impressionable, and said that they (the minors) shouldn’t be here in the first place and dumped the blame on them for it. Due to this, we’ve decided they aren’t a safe person and I ask you and anyone who is reading this to not contact them.
(some evidence:)
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something about andrew hooking his fingers in neil's shirt collar
really fucks me up that kim dokja killing kim namwoon is initially played off as a joke because he didn't like his character in the novel, only for it to later be revealed that he sees his younger self in knw and is just projecting his own self loathing, only for it to later be revealed he resents that knw is continuously forgiven and accepted by yoo joonghyuk despite being fucked up, only for it to later be revealed that this is because kdj hates himself so much that he believes he is the only person who doesn't deserve to be forgiven or accepted. demon king of salvation who doesn't think he deserves to be saved. kind of crazy
maybe if you had been made right, you would be better at being alone. if you'd assembled yourself out of the particulate, coagulating into amber and diamond - you'd be lovely and desirable. instead of pewter and hungry and anxious.
when she doesn't text you back, you should be normal about that. you should shrug and move on and get back to your beautiful life and your wonderful dog. when you wake up shaking, don't call her, don't beg for her attendance. if someone says i love you, aren't you supposed to feel warm and held and gentle. what is wrong with you that your first instinct is to reject: no, you don't, not really.
what is wrong with you. asking for help from your friends and loved ones is supposed to be a moment of connection and vulnerability. instead you spend hours preparing and weeks recovering. you've done all the reading and you know you are supposed to accept-love-as-it-is presented.
but still the internal questions, litany of the prey animal. do you still love me. am i still attractive. do you care about my interests. am i boring you. are you becoming distant. are you going to leave me. do you like me or are you just managing. am i telling you too much. am i bothering you. do you want me there. am i embarrassing you.
the problem is that your prayers have been right before. you loved someone and they hurt you and now the words sluice against the floorboards no matter how tightly you lock the door. you go to therapy and try to trust and try to be kind and try to assume the best. that everyone is honest and loyal. that you can be happy and alone and miss her but still feel easy, at-home.
it feels like waving a flag in front of a sinking ship. you hold up the scripture and research, preaching: i can do this. i am not going to let my insecurities and fears ruin another relationship.
all of the drowning passengers have your face. they try to say i told you so. i told you this is what ends up happening. their voices are swallowed by the water and the deep below.
Grace Nixon's letter to Dick Winters, 9 Feb. 1995
Dear Dick, This little card says very little of my deepest appreciation, affection, and gratitude for all you have done for me—for your thoughtfulness to even write Miguel about his grandfather, his great grandfather, etc. touched me greatly. You are and always have been all these years such a true friend in all respects. I do not know anyone whom Lewis respected more than you, Dick Winters. [...]—and again, thank you, Dick Winters. Much love, Grace
Quotes taken from: Dick Winters letter to Deetta Almon (April 20, 1945) | Dick Winters' eulogy for Lewis Nixon, January 1995 | Grace Nixon's letter to Dick Winters (February 9, 1995)
Katara’s Childhood // Katara’s story is really powerful. I wanted to show both the devastating loss she experienced as well as the hope as her father sets out, beginning a long chain of events that eventually include her and her brother bringing freedom and hope to so many people.
By Devin Elle Kurtz (me) Instagram | Twitter
hybrids. wool shearing. manipulation. brief cannibalism. referenced breeding. female anatomy.
farmer! price and his sheep girl. the most special of the flock — not only because you’re all woman beneath those patches of wool, or because your floppy ears and curly fringe compliment your face so well, but because you’re so docile and sweet and mouldable under his hand. give into his will better than any human can, eyes shiny and dumb. trusting, when he leads your friends away to the slaughter. and when he collects you afterward, sleeves sticky with blood, to feed you bits of juicy meat on his lap.
though you’re a vegetarian, why would you refuse him? he’s the best at taking care of you.
like during the draw of spring, frost thawing into beds of brown to make for mud that mats your wool. he’ll shear you last but most tenderly; hose you down in his yard, cooing as you bleat in the cold, and run the tool expertly along your trembling flesh. beneath your arms. around your neck. clipping so close to your ears that the sound scares you, and you struggle mildly in his embrace, which does nothing to shake him or the firm cage wrought around your limbs.
the shears trek downwards, your legs forcefully pried apart to expose your fluffy pussy and taint to be groomed. layers of wool stripped from you in pragmatic precision. his fingers do not wander as they shave your vulva, conforming smoothly to your plump bottom. working over your groin. though you wish them to, crying stupidly when he twists your swollen clit to make sure he gets the curls nested at its base.
but he’s the best at taking care of you, of all his animals, so he does not acquiesce and feed you his cock like you so beg. ain’t mating season yet, little lamb, he hums, tucking you into bed after moisturising your softened skin. for as long as you’re naked, wool-less, he lets you sleep indoors. on a real mattress, and not the hay one that would be bound to scratch you in the most vulnerable of places. you love the spring and summer months, if only for that.
(though the prospect of mating season ignites your cotton-tail, priming you for the crisp encroach of autumn. you know that, as the most special — his favourite — he won’t pair you with any old ram. none are good enough, he’ll reason. no seed ripe enough to fatten you up, but his.)
