Homophobes Are Not Allowed To Use Computers Because The Inventor Of The Computer Was Gay

ATTENTION TUMBLR!!!

Since I wasn’t able to raise enough money to escape my abusive home and get a new apartment, I’ve had to move back in with my homophobic dad who is legally my guardian through the courts. I am an adult, but he’s had me deemed mentally incapable by a judge, even though this is far from true. He is trying to send me to conversion therapy in the United States, right now it is just threats but I need out before he actually does it. Please help if you can. I need to raise enough for lawyer fees to contest his guardianship (5,000 to start), the move (rent is $1600 altogether because I need first and last months) and food + basic necessities/furniture ($1,000). Altogether, I am trying to raise $7,600. Below is the link to my money pool where you can contribute.

@zerocapitalism @thebibliosphere @lostindaydreams-gemz

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Ambient sounds for writers

Find the right place to write your novel… 

Nature

Arctic ocean

Blizzard in village

Blizzard in pine forest

Blizzard from cave

Blizzard in road

Beach

Cave

Ocean storm

Ocean rocks with rain

River campfire

Forest in the morning

Forest at night

Forest creek

Rainforest creek

Rain on roof window

Rain on tarp tent

Rain on metal roof

Rain on window

Rain on pool

Rain on car at night

Seaside storm

Swamp at night

Sandstorm

Thunderstorm

Underwater

Wasteland

Winter creek

Winter wind

Winter wind in forest

Howling wind

Places

Barn with rain

Coffee shop

Restaurant with costumers

Restaurant with few costumers

Factory

Highway

Garden

Garden with pond and waterfall

Fireplace in log living room

Office 

Call center

Street market

Study room from victorian house with rain

Trailer with rain

Tent with rain

Jacuzzi with rain

Temple

Temple in afternoon

Server room

Fishing dock

Windmill

War

Fictional places

Chloe’s room (Life is Strange)

Blackwell dorm (Life is Strange)

Two Whales Diner (Life is Strange)

Star Wars apartment (Star Wars)

Star Wars penthouse (Star Wars)

Tatooine (Star Wars)

Coruscant with rain (Star Wars)

Yoda’s hut with rain ( Star Wars)

Luke’s home (Star Wars)

Death Star hangar (Star wars)

Blade Runner city (Blade Runner)

Askaban prison (Harry Potter)

Hogwarts library with rain (Harry Potter)

Ravenclaw tower (Harry Potter)

Hufflepuff common room (Harry Potter)

Slytherin common room (Harry Potter)

Gryffindor common room (Harry Potter)

Hagrid’s hut (Harry Potter)

Hobbit-hole house (The Hobbit)

Diamond City (Fallout 4)

Cloud City beach (Bioshock)

Founding Fathers Garden (Bioshock)

Things

Dishwasher

Washing machine

Fireplace

Transportation

Boat engine room

Cruising boat

Train ride

Train ride in the rain

Train station

Plane trip

Private jet cabin

Airplane cabin

Airport lobby

First class jet

Sailboat

Submarine

Historical

Fireplace in medieval tavern

Medieval town

Medieval docks

Medieval city

Pirate ship in tropical port

Ship on rough sea

Ship cabin

Ship sleeping quarter

Titanic first class dining room

Old west saloon

Sci-fi

Spaceship bedroom

Space station

Cyberpunk tearoom

Cyberpunk street with rain

Futuristic server room

Futuristic apartment with typing

Futuristic rooftop garden 

Steampunk balcony rain

Post-apocalyptic

Harbor with rain

City with rain

City ruins turned swamp

Rusty sewers

Train station

Lighthouse

Horror

Haunted mansion

Haunted road to tavern

Halloween

Stormy night

Asylum

Creepy forest

Cornfield

World

New York

Paris

Paris bistro

Tokyo street

Chinese hotel lobby

Asian street at nightfall

Asian night market

Cantonese restaurant

Coffee shop in Japan

Coffee shop in Paris

Coffee shop in Korea

British library

Trips, rides and walkings

Trondheim - Bodø

Amsterdam - Brussels

Glasgow - Edinburgh

Oxford - Marylebone

Seoul - Busan

Gangneung - Yeongju

Hiroshima

Tokyo metro

Osaka - Kyoto

Osaka - Kobe

London

São Paulo

Seoul

Tokyo

Bangkok

Ho Chi Minh (Saigon)

Alps

New York

Hong Kong

Taipei

You have no right

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youtube comment of the week

Dear longfic writers

If you sometimes feel like it was pure, ridiculous hubris that you ever started a story that would take so much work and persistence to finish, I promise you, you’re not alone.

If you feel like you’ve already been writing forever and the “good bits” are still ages away, you’re not alone.

If you’ve been stuck for days or weeks or longer because you know what happens later but you don’t know what happens next, you’re not alone.

If you’re desperate to squeal about your beloved OTP but you feel like you can’t, because spoilers, and it’s driving you nuts, you’re not alone.

If you feel like you’ll never finish and you’re bound to fuck it up somehow, you’re not alone.

If you wonder if you’ve sabotaged yourself because who’s going to click through to a 28 chapter WIP, you’re not alone.

If you feel like you’ve been pouring your life into a single story for ages and will be for ages still and you don’t know why anymore because hardly anyone seems to care, you’re not alone.

If you can hardly even plan the further-away parts of the story or even think about them because thinking about them reminds you how absurdly far you still have to go and you get massive anxiety, please believe me.  You are not alone.

I finally looked at the tags and I'm sorry to say that literally all I do is add on then vanish into the night. Possibly an occasional check to see if anyone has added on themselves or completed it cause I don't have the patience to write more than 5 paragraphs. I have the mind but my hands refuse. I'm sorry. Maybe one day.

Everyday on your walk into town, you take a moment to leave some food as an offering, at an old forgotten shrine. The shrine itself had been mostly covered over when you first moved here, but after a rather unfortunate run in with bullies, you had ended up hitting your head on it, after falling. After that, you had done what you could, to clean it up respectfully, feeling bad for getting blood on it, and not knowing it was there.

It’s been years since you first found it, and you still don’t even know who or what the shrine is dedicated to, but you never fail to leave a small offering, and dust away any debris that has gathered. There’s something about doing it that comforts you, almost like visiting a good friend. Sometimes, you’ll even stop a while and talk to the shrine, sharing your thoughts and worries, or just talking about your day. It helps you feel less alone.

Unfortunately, life has a way of making things worse. Somehow, you managed to have an unfortunate “accident” and broke a few bones. Needless to say, you have been completely bedridden since it happened, not really having anyone around to help you much. You’ve managed, but still, there’s very little distance that you can cover in your state. 

One evening, as you lay resting, your window opens up, and someone steps through. Dressed in traditional clothing and armour, they gingerly crouch beside you, looking you over tentatively. 

“So this is why you haven’t come to see me…” They murmured sadly.

write for the audience you want, not the one you’re afraid of

u got it…. pard’ner

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