41) where I want to be right now: in a better mindset also Scotland 🙂↕️💕
42) the last thing I ate: regular salted chips
Yes ma'am professor sir 💦💦💦
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Kiwifarms I have sent this personally to every-single social media’s. my name is Emily Cassidy in real life, I just have yet to change my Tumblr here.
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FUCK GOD!
And any moron who still believes and submits to this oppressive nonsense!
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We Are All Witnesses Now
I saw a quote on LinkedIn the other day that stopped me mid-scroll.“I can’t believe what you say because I see what you do.”Which is a polite, professional way of saying:Sir, the math is not mathing.And it struck me how profoundly true this feels right now.Because we live in a strange era where people say things with enormous confidence while doing the exact opposite in broad daylight.It’s…
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GHDHDHSHAHA AAAAAHAHHHHHGG SIX SEVENNNNNNNNN
thats it that’s the post 6 7
Kat
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I will lose my account- for something I did not do.
Someone has been impersonating my account and has phished people and scammed them.
I did nothing wrong and I can attest to that fact. I also believe that whatever happens is bound to happen.
This place is has been a haven for me and my thoughts, and a place where I can share literature I adore. It was nice knowing you all and I wish you all the best.
(I sound so dramatic but I’m just in my feels lmao)
love yall and stay hydrated divas
muwah xoxo
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honestly it’s good for your health to do things like have a running “will they wont they” with a friend. this won’t have any repercussions.
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Wiki Lies Spreading to Professional Work: The Nightmare of Misinformation
So, for those that don’t know, I’m doing an index of businesses in DC Comics as a fanfic writer’s resource. It’s what I do the photo posts for and I have a post or two here already where I debunked all the fanfic-y, inaccurate garbage filling the LexCorp and Wayne Enterprises articles.
In fact, now that I think about it, the whole index spun out of my correcting the thing about Sundollar and Jitters. Huh.
Anyway, my latest chapter had to do with cafes, and one of those entries was on Sundollar Coffee, the DC Starbucks. I brought this subject up in the entry, but I’m going to say it here as well.
On the page for Sundollar on the DC Database, it says that Sundollar’s motto is “The best money can buy.” It has said that since June 28, 2013, when the original article was written.
Here’s thing, though. I looked through every item on the Sundollar appearance list. I saw a few other comics and sources the list did not have. in all the things that predated June 28th, 2013, I didn’t see a trace of that motto. Not one. I keep looking, but I still can’t find it, and I suspect I can stop.
It’s always possible that this line came from some source that somebody rudely decided not to name. I found an unknown Sundollar appearance on the internet, a piece of what really looks like legit comic art with no hint as to where the hell it came from. But the line could have also been–like other things–made up by someone confusing fanfic with truth, and passing the former off as the latter.
Actually, the place where I found that undocumented picture is a good example of fanfic passed off as truth, because it’s the Cassandra Cain Mainframe. They have an article on Sundollar.
Everything the article says? Probably true facts about STARBUCKS, but nothing I read stated any of that stuff. That is not how truth work. That’s not how encyclopedias work.
Maybe people are tired of hearing me say this, but here’s a reason why this is so problematic. Not only are unsubstantiated statements getting copied around the internet, quoted by the likes of YouTubers and Comic Book Resources alike, but they almost made their way into professional work.
Do you guys know where that picture up top came from? It’s from the Batgirl movie that was cancelled in 2022. Apparently, it was one of a few leaked set pics.
Look at the billboard. The motto is there. “The best money can buy.” The motto that has no source. The motto that cannot be backed up with the sources on hand, and is therefore as good as a lie.
Now, maybe, in a remote possibility, the filmmakers were drawing off a source the rest of us don’t know. Perhaps they and the wiki contributor have secret knowledge they’re hoarding. Or maybe the writer’s room simply read the DC Database and took it as fact, when it is by all accounts, not.
And that is the nightmare of misinformation. Make it stop.
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Student has missed our meeting which means my butler Elias will send him to the torture prison
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Salt Covered Lies by Caria Benson now live on Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GPQN1XV5
Since the day she buried her four-year-old daughter, professional researcher and historian Dr. Isa Reynard struggles each day to survive. In the midst of a routine assignment, she uncovers unexplainable inconsistencies in the paperwork of a long-dead WWII Monuments Man. Her curiosity piqued, Isa begins to uncover the truth, inciting someone who will do…
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I wish my phone would stop listening to me, I just got this ad
I was literally just talking about heat or apartment life. And I have a Tonkin dog
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After a while it starts to feel like a sick joke. You ask for help. You ask again. Eventually you’re not even asking anymore—you’re begging. You’re drained, exhausted, completely worn down from trying to hold everything together on your own. You keep telling people you need help, over and over, hoping that eventually someone will actually hear you.
But the silence that comes back is deafening.
Meanwhile you watch other people do nothing, barely lift a finger, and somehow the world still shows up for them. People support them. Things fall into place for them. They’re surrounded by help they didn’t even have to fight for. And you’re left wondering what you did so wrong to be the one fighting every single battle alone.
You keep doing the right thing because that’s what you were taught to do. Be responsible. Be strong. Keep pushing forward even when you’re breaking inside. But the harder you try, the more it feels like life just keeps kicking you back down. Like doing the right thing doesn’t matter at all.
And eventually the exhaustion turns into something heavier. Not just tired, but empty. The kind of tired that sits deep in your chest and makes you question everything. How unfair the world can be. How invisible you can feel while screaming for help. How many times you can say “I can’t do this alone” before you realise no one is coming.
Because there comes a point where you stop asking. Not because things got better, but because you’re too exhausted to keep shouting into a void that never answers.
And that’s the part no one sees — the moment someone doesn’t give up on life, but quietly gives up on being heard.
