Time will never forget.
((RP BLOG. Anything not marked OOC is FAKE.))
Your name was originally Miss Scratch, but now you go by Mrs. Drugov. You are an AP English teacher in a high school in New York City and live in the suburbs, in a mansion with the rest of your crew, the Felt.
You have quite the fortune and are married to a Diamonds Droog, as well as having three pets, a young dragon, Malachite, and a German Shepherd, Exa, as well as a vulture named Shiva the Destroyer, all acquired through anonymous shenanigans.
What will you do?
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“Ah, that sounds rather dreadful.” You give her a playful grin and follow her, looking over the large pile. The owner of the stand smiles, to which you return, seeing as he knows you pretty well.
Once your friend is done, you move on to another stand, a newer one.
“Oh…
You chuckle at her response, but what she adds makes you curious. “No, you didn’t. Do tell, please.”
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The cute little market isn’t far, a farmer’s market, buzzing with life. You snag a basket and make your way along the aisles, chatting as you examine and pick out vegetables. “How has your work been treating you, dear?” You ask, dropping a few acceptable cucumbers in…
“Ah, that sounds rather dreadful.” You give her a playful grin and follow her, looking over the large pile. The owner of the stand smiles, to which you return, seeing as he knows you pretty well.
Once your friend is done, you move on to another stand, a newer one.
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Every time I come back here and haven’t lost followers, I just kind of marvel. You all are stunning, really, I just. Ahh. Scratch’s muse has just kind of escaped me for the time being and I’m really so sorry about that.
Thanks for sticking around anyway.
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I don’t like the new Tumblr post page. I suffer from severe sight loss, and contrast is important when looking at things, such as reading letters, looking at labels or reading things on the web. I use a magnifier often, so I can quickly enlarge and read a bit of text without screwing with the page layout (Increasing text size works sometimes, but usually it just breaks everything)
With these new icons, I’m finding it too difficult to use. I cannot see the link/unlink buttons at all, and everything else is very faint. I cannot read tags once they’ve been typed in, and above this post now is a box which upon zooming in rather large says ‘upload another photo’, which I cannot read, and it’s difficult to figure out where the edge of this box is. Furthermore, the Close button at the bottom right, I can’t see the edge clearly, and often mis-click just to the side. I can press Escape now though.
I doubt the moderators or staff of Tumblr will see this, so I won’t expect them to fix anything, but if you’re part of the Tumblr modding community, please consider making something to replace these buttons and boxes to make them easier to see for those of us with a visual impairment.
Tumblr is becoming harder to use, and is ruining my enjoyment of it, and if things keep going this way of making things look trendy rather than them being functional, communicating with my friends will eventually become more of a chore than a passtime.
This is the type of complaint that is /actually real/ and worthwhile to maybe fix for those who need it…
A big thanks to everyone who’s reblogged this, I’m happy the response was positive, and that y’all understood my difficulties. <3
Signal boost for the visually impaired community.
This is one of the best posts I’ve seen on the subject of the new update, and the subject I was referring to when I made that lazy snark about accessibility the other night. Social media is terrible when it comes to accessibility, and tumblr has just been getting worse and worse. More to the point, the creators and developers have been showing again and again that they really don’t give even the slightest fuck about their disabled users, which considering how vital said services are/can be for pwd is nothing short of infuriating.
Signal boost!
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You stand once you have the check and pay before your friend can say anything, smoothing your skirt. “I’d love for you to join me, although, I’m hardly buying anything exciting. Damyen is horrible about keeping food for himself in the apartment.” You stand by the door,…
The cute little market isn’t far, a farmer’s market, buzzing with life. You snag a basket and make your way along the aisles, chatting as you examine and pick out vegetables. “How has your work been treating you, dear?” You ask, dropping a few acceptable cucumbers in your basket.
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“We’ll…” You think for a moment. “Just the store, really.” You chuckle. “And grading, oh goodness, so much grading. I have fifty essays to grade, all varying from five to eight pages long.” You grin. “It’s all my fault, though.”
You wince at the mention of grading,…
You stand once you have the check
and pay before your friend can say anything, smoothing your skirt. “I’d love for you to join me, although, I’m hardly buying anything exciting. Damyen is horrible about keeping food for himself in the apartment.” You stand by the door, tilting your head to the side as you wait. -
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sighs over how long I worked on this without the best results oh well here you go
LAKSJFASDLJF TIGGERS BOOTS AND SWEATER!
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“That sounds like a perfect idea.” Your eyes flicker to look at the window at a man walking his dog. “I suppose, but I’m excited. It was… Certainly a surprise.”
Another chuckle. Keep it lighthearted, yes. “Oh, yes! I’m glad you like it, dear. And thank you, as well….
“We’ll…” You think for a moment. “Just the store, really.” You chuckle. “And grading, oh goodness, so much grading. I have fifty essays to grade, all varying from five to eight pages long.” You grin. “It’s all my fault, though.”
