Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003)
me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea
can I just-
if you don’t like someone’s blog? unfollow them.
If you don’t like someone’s fic? stop reading it.
if you don’t like how somebody is characterizing your blorbo - ignore/block.
If you follow someone you like, but notice they post things that you don’t like? block the tags.
If you see someone tag something incorrectly/don’t tag it at all? kindly inform them.
If you see somebody make a mistake, do not attack them. human error is a thing, and most of the time people are super apologetic about it.
You’re absolutely allowed to be passionate about what you love, but your experience engaging in fandom is entirely your own.
And honestly, if the experience feels overwhelming or is making you miserable, just log off for a few days…take a deep breathe, go outside, bathe in the sun or sit under a tree… but follow and engage with others who make this joyful for you (that’s the whole point here!)
because there is literally zero reason for you to send hate messages, fight with people online, or get angry over fictional characters or ships.
it's that time of year again! HAVE FUN
Kārlis Keisters
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
transmasc vincent sinclair (!!)
i love him sm, i will be drawing more transmasc!vinnie when i have the means to c:
Bo:
Wears black socks with sandals.
Knows all the moves to Footlose and 75 miles until Heaven from “Best little Whore House in Texas”
Has been seen singing into the hand of his tools/knives while in the middle of killing people.
He has a “Dance” playlist that he listens to time to time, and he dances to it while fixing cars and killing.
Actually, while he was in the basement with a victim, he started singing “I wanna Dance with Somebody”. And the victim came in with the backup.
Vincent:
Also knows the moves to “75 Miles until Heaven”.
Jump scares his brothers all the time! Like, he is known to hide and jump out of nowhere! Trees, bushes, the roof— nowhere is safe.
What he wears to bed: a pair of duck slippers that quack every time he walks, wears hair curlers, and a bright pink bathrobe. He also does those green face masks, too, with cucumber slices on his eyes.
His coffee mug says: “Too Pretty for this Shit”
Lester:
Can quote the whole Bee Movie.
Eats coffee grinds after being used to make coffee.
One time, he barked at Bo while arguing with him. It went like this:
Bo: *yelling at him*
Lester: bark bark bark bark!
Bo: …
Lester: …
Vincent: …
Bo: What the fuck!?
They never talk about it still to this day.
He wears these on Sundays to piss Bo off: