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Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!

So true 😂.

Has this been done yet?

REBLOG WHILE RELEVANT

If we’re all going down I'm going the way I lived, making shitty memes in the face of peril.

Here’s a small WIP I’m doing.

Hit. “Papyrus, Alphys. Asgore...” Undyne’s body hitched, struggling to stand. Holding her glowing blue spear in hand, she closed her right eye. Her body slowly dusting from her feet upwards. She began to dust quickly but refused. “I feel like I’ll break and scatter into a million pieces, but deep down...” Undyne grinned, tightening her grip on her spear. “I feel something burning, something that won’t let me allow this. If I let you past, it will be the end of it all, even the rest of humanity. Everyone’s hopes, everyone’s dreams will be crushed into nothing. But I WON’T let that happen.” Undyne’s eye opened, still grinning she looked at Frisk. “I can feel everyone’s heart beats at one, and we all have one goal. To destroy you. Human, whatever you are! I, Undyne. Will strike you down!” Her body dusted again, but she refused. Appearing with newer, stronger armor and a determined grin on her face. A long beam shooting out of her left, usually patched up eye. “You’ll have to try a little harder than THAT.”

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

do you ever feel victimized by fanfic authors when you make them fanart and then they give YOU compliments and you try to give THEM compliments and its a vicious cycle??? ♥♥ ft. @nicolareed

Her absolutely wrecking Lucio's taste in clothing and hairline lol.

What is your favorite memory of Nadia in any route?  

I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.