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Some Random Guy: *Literally risking his life because he Really Likes a video game*

Prompto: Whoa! What do you think they’re doing?

Noctis: Some kind of contest?

Prompto: All the way up there? Looks a little risky, don’t you think?

Noctis: Nah. I’d be there and back in a flash. 

Ignis: I’d fancy a walk up there.

Noctis: You seriously want to do that?

Ignis: Can’t spell “funambulism” without “fun.”

Noctis: How do you even know that word?


Ignis

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

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Heyy, it’s Cassie!  A few days ago i reached 3k, so i wanted to show my appreciation to you all. I really don’t know what to say, but just thank you. My work is far from perfect, yet you all for some reason still support me. Words can’t express how thankful i am for that. I produce gfx/art/gifs for my enjoyment,   however, the best part about it all is your feedback. I’ve received many compliments on my work and it really benefits me since i always have the mindset that my work isn’t good enough. Your feedback has such a huge impact on me and encourages me to continue.

When i hit this milestone, i wanted to make gfx based off of your archive, but school is approaching now which leaves me with not much time. I really wish that i could do more, but maybe i can contribute to you in some way in the future? Ahhh anyways, this is my way of saying thank you for now. 

Below is a list of people who make beautiful content/lovely people who i enjoy following. I know i used a heart, but everyone here is special. Thank you again to my followers, love you all! ^;;___;;^

bold - mutuals
💗 - talk on a daily basis, occasionally, or i’m mutuals with who i’ve talked to once that sent me really sweet messages

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Happy Birthday, Dame Agatha Christie! (b. September 15, 1890)

Commissions

So I’m off for the next few days, I’m not doing anything, and could use some extra cash, so I thought I’d actively broadcast I’m open for commissions for the next week or so. 

I’ll only be doing rough lines and simple colouring, such as with the image below, and it’ll go 25usd for fullbody, 15usd for waist up, 10usd for bust. +10 an additional character. 

If you’re interested, hit me up here or at ao.taborn@gmail.com. Thanks guys!

Hey I Hate Asking For Help

Hi I’m Jeremy I’m 18 and I’m trans.

I’m stuck at my mothers home in Mississippi I have been stuck here for a month. I don’t think I have a job waiting for me anymore but being here is not good for me. I need to get home and I need a little help to get there. I know there’s a thousand posts like this and not everyone can throw money at strangers but I’m on a big downward spiral and if it continues I can’t promise I’ll be around a lot or at all. I am purposely forced into femininity and my mom takes every chance to affiliate feminine things with me. She doesn’t know how to handle me or anything to do with me. She told me the day after I got back from a behavioral ward that I wasnt allowed to ruin my body and I could be a lesbian if I wanted but I wasn’t allowed to be trans and ruin my life like that. So least to say it isn’t good being here I have to go as soon as possible. If you can throw a couple dollars at me my PayPal is photovoltaick@icloud.com and thank you for even like reading this and double thank you to anyone who shares this