Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.
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There are so many things that irritated the heck out of me about this video. First of all nothing surprises me about people who believes in scientific racism which pins Black Indigenous People as inferior with low IQ's and if anyone believes in this rubbish is the ones with the low IQ.
Even this Black African who is presenting the video uses the word minority, what the heck did that come from? How do you get a minority out of humans in the first place unless you too believe in race science?
What is wrong with some of the Black People on earth today? Do they not do any type of research on their own? Do they even study anatomy and nature? This is very easy to realize that there's no separation of humanity no way possible can we even try to do this and be correct.
If you believe in this you are broadcasting to the world that you are a complete idiot and have no idea of how our natural world function. You missed the elementary biology class on mitosis and meiosis and how sexual selection works along with reproductive life. Yes, you will have to be the dumbest mother fucker on the planet to believe in that shit of being a different species of humans.
Only people who are this dumb are shit people who calls themselves white and those shit people who believes in creationism, no one else on earth can be this stupid.
national suicide prevention (edit: alternatives to 988)
national domestic violence hotline
national sexual abuse hotline
trans lifeline and resources
list of suicide hotlines by country
domestic violence hotlines and resources by country
sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country
international trans resources
edit: taking this opportunity whilst this gets traction!
Palestine Children Relief Fund
Lebanon Red Cross
International Rescue Committee (Sudan, Lebanon, Gaza, Congo etc.)
Ukraine Red Cross
Machismo is such a fucking poison.
And, I know, I know people are going to try blame white women on the elections tonight but so many men of color have been leaning more to the right and they should be lambasted so much more.
well, we're fucking screwed. I love you all. If you were a third party voter, fuck you, and if you voted trump, also fuck you, and if you didn't vote, also fuck you. Everyone else, stay safe, I love y'all. Get a good sleep.
Welcome to My Requests Page!
Hey there! I’m so glad you stopped by my Tumblr page. Here, you’ll find a place where you can request topics or themes for me to write about. I’m always eager to explore new ideas and engage with my followers, so don’t be shy!
What I will write
Smut 🫦
Angst 😔
Fluff 😍
Yandere 👹
Semi NonCon 👿
What will not write
Rape
Incest
Pedophilia
Anything totally disgusting and inhumane
While I can’t guarantee that I’ll write about every request, I promise to consider each one and do my best to create content that resonates with you.
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I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.
He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.
The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.
Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.
"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.
Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.
The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.
Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.
"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"
A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."
Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.
I really want to write about poppy playtime right now, if anyone has any requests!
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