#Youre Most Important Survival Skill Is Asking For Help

between the numerous black bloggers and transfems getting the scorched earth treatment, and the rampant zionism, transmisogyny, antisemitism, antiblackness, sinophobia, etc etc it should be clear that matt and the rest of the staff on tumblr's team Aren't good people

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Bouta go to sleep but I need to yap about the dream I had last night.

PICTURE THIS- you're me, waking up fully clothed at he ass crack of dawn but somehow also a bright morning.

You're ready to go to school, walk to the bus stop (not even 4 houses away) and stand at the stop sign

(you start having conversations with the people at the bus stop BUT OH NO)

you're conversation stops- you glance down the road anticipating the worst...

A red trolly- I sign of bad omens, is making its way down the road. It's taking it's sweet time but still going at a pace that makes you want to get outa there

You all start panicking and thinking about places to hide

(this is a 'mock nightmare', it's one of those dreams that feel scary enough to make you feel hella uneasy but not enough to be dreadful)

You talk with one of the girls (who is low-key a baddie) and she says go to Ms. (Neighbor)'s house and hide in-between the bushes and the porch railing, so you do

The Red Trolly rolls up

(btw there aren't even trolly lines in your city, that's how scuffed this bs is)

You try to duck down as low as you can, BUT, because you're in a dream, you're body doesn't do exactly as you ask. so you remain the tiniest bit visible

This is your doom. The aura emminating from the Trolly is heavy and frightening. The feeling of despair washes over you as you watch the trolly conductor step out and stare you down.

He says something about how he's "Going to get you this time!", and you run into the neighbor's house.

He's already inside and at the door, you sorta run sorta evade around the house. Heart beating out of your chest, blood flow pumping to you ass of all places.

He catches up to you. His face is one of determination and irritability. (What I saw) He has sort of a tired dad look mixed with an angry police officer vibe. His brown hair combed back, barely noticable stumble and frowned lips make his appearance even more indignant than it is.

He's all up in your space. You can't take it anymore. He's grabbing you, trying to get you outside so you can go into the Trolly. You don't want to so your next course of action?

'Seduce him.'

Yeah.

That's actually I heard at that exact moment. We're gonna seduce this mf

You start trying to coo at him and quell his irritable self, he calms a bit, hearing you out as you start glazing on him and his assumed achievements more than a Lebron James fan glazes their idol when they watch a Lakers™ game.

He starts going with it, getting comfy. You're both really feeling whatever this chemistry is. The door is still open but no one dares go near the house with the Red Trolly in the vicinity. The room you are grinding on him in is near empty.

He has his hands on your waist, maneuvering you both around the room while your actually dey humping and making our with each other

(yeah this turned into a wet dream reeeaaal quick 💀💀 no joke)

You push him off, sabotaging your pleasure, and he starts mumbling about needing to go anyways...

He makes quick work out the door, driving the Trolly away. As soon as he and the red vehicle are gone, the Aura of Death™ goes along with them.

The end.

Btw this is one of my RECURRING DREAMS, had this one in 4/5th grade I believe ☝️😎(😭🙏)

He's so goofy and silly I love him

Daily Yellow Character 174:

Brian Thomas (Hoodie) from Marble Hornets

B O B R O S S

To the High Priest Cadion,

With all of the love of the OtherBeings, we hope you make it to the wedding of R. Darciest P. II and Elyrssa H. Kriftssues. We miss you very much.

...all of us.

But, moreover... how are you feeling? Are the views of the Hazel River as beautiful as they say? Are the people of Diordian nice? Have they treated you well?

Arleen isn't happy, she wants to know what you're doing, who you're with and where you are..... and frankly, I do too.

It's been many, m a n y, months since your last report. It's been WEEKS since your last letter! Are you okay?

I know you told me not to, no matter what, but I've sent some health-men to make sure you're alright.

I've missed you everyday since you've left for your annual spirit journey. And I've missed you even more since your last letter when you told me that you were going to stay in Diordian for an extended period of time.

All I can hope for is that you find your spirit again, and hope that the OtherBeings keep you safe, and then some.

With all of my love for anyone in the world,

Second High Priest London §

*<3*

seeing this made me feel like i just got a letter informing me of my own death

Dear Friends,

I write to you with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. After 188 days of displacement, constant fear, and struggling to survive, we managed to escape with our lives and reach Egypt. But the pain didn’t stop there. Just yesterday, we lost my children's grandfather 💔, not due to direct war, but because of malnutrition and the lack of basic life necessities. We couldn’t save him, just as we couldn’t save our home or our dreams.

The rest of my family is still trapped in the war, suffering the same harsh conditions that led to the passing of my children's grandfather. We are here trying to build a new life, but we have lost everything. We lost our home, and my children were deprived of their schools and universities. Even my eldest son, who worked so hard to build his future, lost his job and saw his dreams shattered.😔

We are now in desperate need of your help. We seek to secure a safe home that will provide us and our children with basic needs. Life in Egypt is extremely difficult, and prices are soaring beyond our reach. All we ask for is a chance to rebuild our lives and secure a better future for our children.🙏🏼

From the depths of my heart, I ask you to stand by us in these difficult times. Your support means hope and life to us.🙌🏼🇵🇸

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Why does bro have to be h0rny RIGHT NOOWWWWUH

WHY can't I just fantasize about engorphing myself on your freshly bloodied carcass in some misty woods in peaceeuhhh 🙄🙄😒

RB to see how others think-- also, what territory you're from and version of English you speak! (this is to settle a thing I am pondering)