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i feel like tumblr would really benefit using tone indicators. a lot of people may use them, but i havent seen a lot of it! as a neurodivergent, it helps us understand the tone of what you're saying. sometimes it's hard to tell whether you're actually mad, or it's just lighthearted, or if you're being sarcastic!

here's a chart of tone indicators if you're interested in using them:

also: please do not use any of these as a joke. do not put /srs if you are not being serious. these tone indicators are supposed to be helping neurodivergents and neurotypicals alike.

EDIT:

I'm seeing a lot of people who are nd commenting which makes me super happy! Some notes I think are good to add to this post:

Some neurodivergents find these to be infantilizing. There is nothing wrong with adding these indicators to a public post- but when having a private text conversation it would be best to ask if the person is okay with tone indicators being used!

Please do not put tone indicators in tags! They dissappear when the post is reblogged.

And here's some notes added by myself:

I put these on here because I want to help; I don't intend to makes fools of the nd community at all.

Some people are saying that it would be too hard to remember all of them- you don't have to! I really do suggest saving the list and referring back to it when necessary. You can also just search it up or ask the person to clarify!

All tone indicators are useful. While yes, some neurodivergents don't think there needs to be so many, it can still be helpful. I find all of these indicators to be helpful to myself. Saying that the nd community only needs a select few is generalizing. There should be no problem with adding other tone indicators when they are more fitting!

fucking,,,i would love grandma’s fur coat, give it here

articles written by people that have never faced a real problem in their entire life

Today, November 20, is the Trans Day of Remembrance, a day to memorialize those who have been murdered as a result of transphobia.

We honor those who found the courage to be true to themselves in the face of transphobia.

Although I am not trans myself, day in and day out, your stories have given me the courage to live life to the fullest and not let adversity and homophobia be my downfall.

Those whose lives were taken shall never be forgotten for they are still among us. They are the very foundation of our community. We are not just a collection of random queer individuals. We have come together with a purpose. There is still a long way to go. We must look up to our trans siblings who were true to themselves despite being condemned, hated on, and taken away from us, and draw courage from them.

Violence and transphobia will never win. Community, truth, and acceptance shall prevail.

In your footsteps of truth and courage I shall follow. Now and always.

Thank you.

Rest in peace.

19 years after the events of 'If you must die, sweetheart,'

Grogu is older. Stronger. He can protect the other younglings - he can even protect Master Luke, despite the constant questions of 'why you?' That, Grogu thinks, is a stupid question. Who else would it be? 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794

well, there you have it. the first step in my Mandalorian Grogu Universe. I have a lot of ideas, some of them really cool, some of then might be terrible. We’ll see how it goes.

(The fic does heavy reference the first part of its series, so strong encouraging to read that first part before this one)

“If you must die, sweetheart.”

“Die knowing your life was my life’s best part.”

So remember The Mandalorian, my new hyperfixation? Remember that fanfiction? Yeah I gave it a lil’ update. No, I don’t plan on updating more - I didn’t even plan on updating this. No, I might not hold true to my word and might give it another update. I don’t know, I’m not in charge of the words.

Oh, also something I didn’t mention in the fanfiction itself, but all (both) chapters are named after songs I’d listened to earlier. Might’ve been obvious, I don’t know. The first chapter (and the name of the fic, now) came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2fCcggNkTs&ab_channel=KeatonHensonVEVO) And the second chapter came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ar1grAdGkec&ab_channel=OhWonder-Topic) both are very emotional bangers, both songs I kept playing on loop while I wrote their chapters.

With the holidays coming up I wanted to let you guys know something amazing that the app Ibotta is doing. Right now they are offering a free Thanksgiving meal. How it works: 1. Download the app here: Click Here

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4. What you do is go to Walmart (or do pickup) and buy all these items, make sure you get the exact items above. Buy them. Go back to the app and scan the receipt. It’ll put all the money into your account. You can cash out at $20 for instant Paypal money back. Adding all the food above - you hit the $20 automatically. So everything above is COMPLETELY FREE and you get your money back within minutes of scanning the receipt and cashing out.

The big thing I want to stress is right now so many people are struggling. Even if you don’t need it, get it, redeem all the offers, and DONATE IT. If you have a friend struggling, give it to them. Donate it to your local food bank. Someone needs this. You get a ton of stuff for completely free and it can give you a simple Thanksgiving meal. As you see above you can even get a turkey. 2020 has been a terrible year for many families, many need the extra help, so please think about donating the food if anything.

If you have any questions please let me know I am here to help: https://cravefoodie.com/ask

Reblog this so we can help as many people as possible!

HEY GUYS! YOU KNOW BREONNA TAYLOR??? YEAH WELL HER BOYFRIEND IS GETTING FUCKING SUED BY ONE OF HER KILLERS. LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY THAT BLACK LIVES FUCKING MATTER

I take in a deep intake of breath, pressing my palms flat against each other. “Okay,” I say. Point towards a youthful face that stared back at me with wide eyes. “You’re me.” My finger flicks toward the other face that stared at me. “And you’re me, too.” My fingers interlock with one another, press firmly against my forehead. “And you’re all here, in my room...why?” Future-Me and Younger-Me exchange a quick glance. Or rather, Future-Me glances towards Younger-Me, as Younger-Me is having way too much fun with my phone. “Universe likes to mess around,” Future-Me finally manages to say. I groan and lean against the headboard of my bed. “Right,” I mumble. Rub my eyes. “That makes sense.” My gaze gets drawn back towards Younger-Me. That childlike innocence. That optimistic hope. They had the whole world wrapped around their little finger - and they had no idea. No idea. Clueless, to what was coming. My eyebrows furrow. I lean forward, my mouth open and- Future-Me stops me by holding a palm out to my face. They meet my gaze, shaking their head. “Don’t,” they say. “You can’t do it.” I straighten to give Future-Me an incredulous look. “They don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say. “Neither did you,” Future-Me reminds. “That’s why they happened.” “I can stop it.” My fingers clench. “I can warn them-” “In the unlikely event that they even understand you,” Future-Me interrupts. “Changing the future can be devastating.” My teeth ground against each other and I glance away. Future-Me was right, and I knew it. As much as I hated knowing, as much as every fibre of my being wants to shake Younger-Me and tell them all the signs to look out for- I can’t. A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance back up, meeting Future-Me’s sympathetic gaze. “You’re angry,” they say. “Wound’s still fresh, huh?” I wince, then sigh. “Somewhat,” I mutter. The hand on my shoulder tightens slightly. “They have to go through what we went through,” they remind me. “They have to learn what we learnt - which means that they will have to meet Her.” Another hand rests on my other shoulder. Turns me around so I fully face my ten-years-in-the-future self.  “They’ll get hurt,” Future-Me murmurs. Gives Younger-Me a sorrowful glance. They sigh, then glance back up at me with a hopeful smile. “But they’ll survive. Just like we did.” I stare into my own eyes for a while, then sigh and nod acceptance. “I know,” I murmur. Give Younger-Me my own glance. “I just can’t- can’t help but worry.” Future-Me chuckles. “Oh yeah, you never really stop.” “Is that a general thing or are you being specific to me?” “I can’t tell you,” Future-Me wags a finger, “just like you can’t tell Younger-Us.” I huff, annoyed. Then sit still, my eyes widening. A hopeful glance back towards Future-Me.  “Does this mean the future’s good enough not to risk?” I ask. Future-Me meets my gaze and smiles; amused. “Maybe.” A lonesome chuckle spills past me. “That’s probably the best thing I’m getting,” I mutter. Future-Me wraps an arm around my shoulder and draws me into a half-hug. “I knew you’d come around,” they tease softly. Our attentions are both drawn back as Younger-Me releases a short giggle of laughter. The smiles on all our faces mirror one another. “What’re you doing?” “Playing!” “Are ya winning?” “Yeah!”

prompt 1394

Write a story that has three characters: yourself ten years ago, yourself now, and yourself ten years from now.