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˙ . ꒷ .🌹 . 𖦹˙— 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄

°✩₊!⠀BASIC INFO

Name: ㅤCLAIRE
Pronouns: ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐄┃𝐇𝐄𝐑
Age: ㅤ21+ y/o
Gender / Orientation: ㅤFemale/Demi-Fictosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: ㅤFILIPINO

°✩₊!⠀NAMES & NICKNAMES

• Nathalie Claireㅤ∕ First Name
• Claireㅤ∕ Online and Part of First Name

Nicknames:

• Nath [called by: Family Members ] — Family members Only
• Claire [called by: Online Users Around]

Petnames:

• Thalie [called by: Family Members] — Family Members Only

°✩₊!⠀MORE ABOUT ME

Hobbies:

• Fanfiction Writing
• Dancing and Singing
• Yumeshipping

Details:

• I support OC x CC, antis can block right now, I would rather have my Desired and Dream Reality Shiftings and live in it for peace.
• I treat minors with caution, care, and respect; adults can block me if they find it weird.
• I LOVE THE TEKKEN SERIES, and it will be my ONLY FANDOM in the world

Yumeshipping Status:

• MIRROR-SHARING/SELECTIVE: Lars Alexandersson

°✩₊!⠀MEET MY DESIRED REALITY OC

⎯⎯⎯ ALEXIS “LEXI/LEXIE” BLAIR FLORES

• Childhood Best Friend/Romantic Interest of Lars Alexandersson
• Hailing from Argentina, with the Ethnicity of Sweden, Canada, Argentina, and Cuba
• Fights using Systema and Gymnastics
• Yggdrasil Forces’ Secretary and Officer
• Yamato Nadeshiko with Brains and Calculating Wits

°✩₊!⠀NOTES / WARNINGS / TERMS

Let’s make this simple.

I am kind and patient with children and younger people because they deserve guidance while they grow. That does not mean my space is open to everyone. Boundaries exist for a reason.

Do not follow or interact if you are:
– under 15 or 30+
– immature, narcissistic, hypocritical
– clique-obsessed, fake allies, or drama addicts
– control freaks, moralizers, or entitled weirdos
– fiction police, pedophiles, or pedophile apologists
– people addicted to brainrot who spam nonsense

If any of that describes you, keep moving.

Now, another thing people struggle to understand: I am selective and mirror sharing. I am not delusional. I know fiction and reality are different. Lars is a fictional character, and I respect every ship involving him, especially the Lars × Alisa community. Your yumeship and headcanons are not a threat to mine. I am not here to police anyone’s content.

Doubles: respect determines access.
If you are kind and normal, we can coexist peacefully. If you become competitive, invasive, passive-aggressive, or territorial, that access disappears immediately.

Respect is earned through behavior. If you compare, copy, correct, or try to control how I write Lars, you will simply be removed.

I match energy.
Be respectful, and you’ll receive respect.
Be rude, entitled, or invasive, and I will be cold without apology.

If you block me, I block back. No exceptions. I don’t chase people, and I don’t beg for space.

I write OC × CC with dark themes, emotional narratives, flawed characters, and original lore. LGBTQ+ supportive.

If this bothers you, leave quietly.

✧ Last Updated: 3/12/2026
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Первый пост…

Привет,

Решил зарегаться на tumblr, типа прикольный и популярный онлайн дневник говорят. Не знаю, но решил попробовать.

периодически завожу дневники, потом они куда-то деваются и забрасываются. Но практика хорошая, помогает держать мысли собранными. Особенно это нужно когда в голове полный хаос…

A lovely commencement.

Welcome home lig, i missed us \;

GREEEEETINGS EARTHLINGS

So I was chilling right? Just on discord. Then I see this incomprehensible horror infront of my eyeballs.

Now I dont give a fuck if he likes skirts or wtv. But his toes are out. His bare feet. Now I im just sitting and pondering if im making such a big deal out of nothing.

Sulki & Min design analysis - Explanatory document

Her Name Is

Details
Exhibition poster
2019
Offset lithograph
594mm x 841mm (A1)

Designer/studio
Commissioned by Asia Culture Center and Oh Sunyoung

Project’s Context
The poster was designed for an exhibition that tells the stories of Bangladeshi women’s historical struggles for democracy, human rights, and peace.

Intended audience
The design’s intended audience are those who may be interested in museum exhibitions that focus on stories of identity, world issues, and feminism issues. The designs more artistic contemporary style, thats feels more aimed to a younger or design influenced crowd, rather than your typical mainstream audience.

Design elements

Complementary colours
Use of bright magenta and green, making the posters colours work together, creating contrast, but harmony, and an overall bold
eye-catching poster.

Dominate use of shape
Vertical light coloured rectangles that frame the exhibitions title “HER NAME IS” , the torn paper edges of the rectangles drawn from historical origins of the archive of the Bangladesh Liberation War Museum. The two parallel rectangles also highlights the exhibitions subject and its host; the countries Bangladesh and South Korea, as the main image of the poster is a map of east asia, illustrating the geographical context of the show.

• Bold, easy-to-read text
• Transparency between the text, image, and shapes
• Limited colour palette (magenta, green, and white)
• Lithograph print texture overlay

My review
I really love how intentional this design is, paying close attention to the core fundamentals of this exhibitions identity. Sulki and Min make the main title central, the personal pronoun of ‘Her’ solidifies the importance of women’s historical struggles, the bold titles feels like a reclaiming of identity, power, and the importance of individual voice.

Including the imagery of the map of East Asia feels like a really nice detail to include that relates to the highlights the exhibition’s offering of Bangladesh’s contemporary history, a nod to how the the exhibition examines issues of colonisation and war, experiences and history experiences shared among many asian countries through the perspective of women.

This design feel relevant to the poster that I will create as it really shows the power of simplicity, how contrast can be so powerful and effective.
I think that in this context, with the font/text being so simple but bold becomes a really effective design element. The overall poster seems catered to a younger audience with its funky colours, overlapping transparency which are all things I would want to consider for my design as I want my design to appeal to those who are interested in discovering the inner-city of Tāmaki Makaurau and find true connections to a place.

Anyway that is all, hope you liked this analysis and review!!!

References:
https://www.acc.go.kr/en/exhibition.do?PID=0202&action=Read&bnkey=EM_0000003687#scheduleList02
https://www.sulki-min.com/wp/her-name-is-poster

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Hi, im Kit. I’m a highschool student.

I really dont have a plan for this blog, a bit of everything like the name suggests.

I’m currently in the very early stages of writing a book. I like horror games. I really like TADC. I’d consider myself punk, I love the music and I hold the ideals. I’m really into government and law, when I graduate I want to go to college for American government and become a member of the house.

Some of my favorite books are: Fourth wing (the whole series), The hunger games, 1984 (feels very relevant), and Night.

I’m learning to draw but I’m not very good lol. I might share some when I get better.

I’m anti-ICE (FUCK ICE), anti-MAGA, anti-ai. If you support any of that fuck off and don’t follow me.

Some of my favorite bands are: Bad Religion, Rage Against the Machine, NOFX, Sublime, Nirvana, Arctic Monkeys, The Offspring, Drop Kick Murphys, Against Me!, and Rise Against.

I’ll probably post about my book, life, fandoms im in. everything

Estoy aprendiendo español

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Hello. (In an ominous tone)

The US and Taiwan have signed a trade deal. In January, Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick had claimed that Taipei would invest towards building chips and chipmaking factories in the US. According to him, Taiwan agreed to invest at least $250 billion in production capacity and to guarantee $250 billion in credit. The intended goal is to “bring 40% of Taiwan’s semiconductor supply chain to the U.S”, according to Lutnick. What is Trump’s endgame? Palki Sharma tells you.

Fuel pumps are running dry across Cuba as the island nation faces a deepening energy crisis. Power cuts lasting hours have plunged millions into darkness, forcing residents to navigate their homes with makeshift torches. Long queues snake through petrol stations whilst buses and trains run less frequently. Airlines are suspending flights to Cuba due to jet fuel shortages, and hotels are shutting down as tourism evaporates. The crisis intensified after US pressure cut Venezuela’s oil supplies following President Maduro’s capture. Washington has threatened tariffs on countries supplying fuel to Cuba. Havana is rationing fuel for hospitals and water systems whilst seeking international support from Mexico, China and Chile.

The nature of war has evolved — from ships to weapons, spies, and now attention. UK Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has called the decline in reading a national security threat, as non-readers are more vulnerable to misinformation, which Britain links to Russian influence. Even Uttar Pradesh has introduced 10 minutes of mandatory newspaper reading in schools to build habits and cut screen time. Palki Sharma tells you why governments are encouraging reading.

2/6/26:

At dusk, a boy accompanied his father inside a tackle shop. The fishy stench will wreak on their clothes hours after their adventure. Despite the boy chopping off his years-long growth of blonde hair the night before, his father still brought him along with little spite between the two of them.

       The wind disheveled his new, uneven hairdo. It looks boyish.

       When the father opens his wallet to pay, the blonde boy glances at the photo of a girl younger than himself inside the faux leather. A heat rises inside the back of his head, behind his ears, that will leave a headache for the rest of the forty-minute car drive to their fishing spot. Thoughts dance on his tongue, but none of them are vocalized.

       At sunset years later, the man accompanies his father once again inside a shopping mart. They have not gone fishing together for several years. The heat has only worsened as it suffocates the small town, and has become their excuse to never go out.

       As the father opened his worn wallet, the girl smiles back at both the men like she did in the tackle shop years ago. Like she has for years before then and afterward. She must be no older than ten years old in the photo.

       A question pushed itself past the young adult’s lips. “Who is that? Why is that in your wallet?”

       They have fought this war multiple times before, and like every war there is no winning. The father has come to terms with this, despite being an easily instigatable man. He replied simply,

       “That’s you.” He did not say the photo was of his daughter, but he did not say otherwise either.

       As the older man reaches for his card, his child steps up to the cash register and inserts his own.

       “I’ll pay this time.” He pulls out his ID, blonde stubble across his blemished skin, to show the cashier, so the two men can purchase the liquor in their shopping cart. The cashier does not even glance at it as she accepts the transaction.

       Some more years later, the blonde man will seat himself on a barstool inside his company-provided hotel room. It is far from a permanent home, but he slouches as if his body was made for this seat. More likely, his body has been taught to accept exhaustion no matter what seat supports it.

       The popping sound of an aluminum can will reverberate off the barely furnished walls. He will drink the alcoholic beverage, but as he does, he will remember the little girl that promised her friend she would never taste a sip of beer because of her dad.

       He will remember her smiling at him inside the neighborhood shopping center, inside the cramped fishing store, after every photoshoot and littered among his mother’s camera rolls. The blonde girl with a graduation cap will collect dust on the glass of her picture frame, lingering by the family of three at every gathering.

       He will remember the first day he noticed facial hair prickling from his pale skin. Instead of feeling that anticipated overwhelming wave of joy, despair clogged his throat as his reflection reminded him of his father before he grew out that salt-and-pepper goatee. The man will continue to dread shaving, leaving the patches of hair, but will still grimace at the sight in the mirror.

       He will remember a similar pressure inside his head forming while he studied at a public library, his eyes scanning across his intro to psychology homework. The chapter illustrated brief descriptions of various mental diagnoses and their treatments. It reminded him of his mother, despite her refusal to see a counselor, and he was reminded of himself, but not enough to properly understand or reach any sort of epiphany. He will continue to avoid a counselor throughout adulthood, like his mother always had.

       The neon colored can will start to fold in underneath his grip, the liquid inside being pushed toward the top by it. Despite these memories, none are worse than the ones of his prepubescent face gleaming back at him, contrasting his grim complexion. His distaste toward those photos is complex; jealousy and pity combine into a bittersweet flavor in his mouth worse than that of the fruity beer he drank. 

       Again, he will remember the car drive after him and his father purchased the alcohol. A name rang in his ears, one that his father seldom used, and the man seldom hears anymore. It is only spoken because he had failed to hear his father’s question, distracted by a family of two girls and a dad walking next to the road, a cooler and fishing rods in their hands. Although the name is hardly his own, he responds to it with little hesitation every time it reaches his ears.

       A familiar density grows inside his stomach, rising in him and flowing within his body’s cavities. It has been eating itself out, oozing out his pores, for a long time now, overtaking his skin. It is not manifested in his body modifications, or in the remnants of his childhood he leaves to the trashmen to collect; No, this thing that overcame him has existed far before his parents or anyone else’s understanding. It leaves him unfamiliar to his family, but too well known to himself.

       This young man’s hatred has been working to carve him hollow for an uncountable number of years. It is not a hatred for his parents, or the people he has left behind. It is a hatred toward himself.

       The sound of a group of people chattering indistinctly as they return to their respective hotel rooms will momentarily distract him from his string of thoughts. Even the birds chipper conversations to each other outside the complex, despite the sun having long gone down. He does not remember them doing this when he was a child in this city, nor does he know when they began to. A pile of paperwork sits stagnant on a desk inside his own room, untouched but not forgotten. The city’s air is still warm during October.

       From these distractions, he will realize he impulsively opened the can before him, not out of any real want for it.

       He will decide it is best to finish what is started, though. He brings the deformed can up to his lips once more.

A Son Still Lost -Sammie

This is my first time writing here, so I’m still getting used to the formatting of this app. This is also something I wrote a while back, but am still decently proud of and did some tweaking to. Thought I’d start off with something I knew I wouldn’t hate and delete later. I have a new draft I hope to post soon, as well. But anyways, if you read this far, I appreciate your time! :)<3

20191229 by mac demarco

Let’s bring 2016 back

time to create and share my life - my thoughs - my feelings

First post!!, also madoka🤤