#mod talks

My fave is Glaceon! to be specific it is shiny Glaceon that is my fave ^^

These vetters have been posting about Palestinian/Gaza/Arab culture/Islam/etc. for a really long time, [1] [2] [3] (these are Wayback machine links to the tumblr accounts of 90-ghost, el-shab-hussein, & nabulsi before you start crying "but, you can post backdate on tumblr!") [4] (moayesh's Instagram because his tumblr is fairly new) meaning that they didn't just pop up after Oct 2023 to start posing as a qualified individual. They are real diaspora Palestinians with stories to tell and culture to share.

GFM also has strict requirements for withdrawing money, needing evidence of a bank account from a country they service and a solid way to transfer funds from that bank account to the recipient's bank account. If the funds are withheld from the intended recipient, that can be reported to and resolved by GFM.

If you're too overwhelmed by trying to distinguish between scams and real fundraisers, then whatever. That's your problem, not everyone else's. You don't need to publicly announce to everyone that you're too busy/tired/incompetent/ignorant to properly investigate fundraisers, so everyone else should stop supporting them as well. There are plenty of vetters and scam-busting blogs dedicated to helping people distinguish between real and fake.

Donating to established nonprofit aid organizations is absolutely a good deed and is much more straightforward, but it's not the only way to help. Especially with the repeated aid blockages, sometimes Ghazan families need a more direct flow of money to pay for the ridiculously inflated cost necessities (I recently received a video from Farah wherein she states that a bottle of dish soap cost $50. $50!!!!) as well as save up for evacuation costs once the Egyptian border crossing opens. (Thousands of dollars!)

♡ You're allowed to imagine/make content of your F/O(s) helping you keep up with your mobility aids

♡ You're allowed to imagine/make content of your F/O(s) tracking when you next need to take your meds

♡ You're allowed to imagine/make content of your F/O(s) taking care of you on your lowest days, when flare-ups feel like they'll never end or you can't get out of bed

You're not "hard to love", "a bother", or anything like that. They love you, romantically or otherwise. They want to see you comfortable and happy. You don't have to be miserable all the time. You can make cute scenarios that include your disability, add it into your sona's lore, and think of ways they'd lift your spirits or stand up for you. They love you, not in spite of your disability, but because it's part of you

This especially applies to selfshippers with conditions society likes to ignore. NPD, ASDP, schizophrenia-spec disorders— ones so bad you need constant bedrest, aids, or caretaking. They'll never judge you for any of it. They'll make accommodations for you anytime. They want you to feel loved

You deserve to feel loved

This is purity culture and (allo)arophobia.

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Vaggi: So I'm thinking maybe Valerie could be a good name. It means valor and it ends in -ie so it wouldn't be too hard for people to get used to it.

Charlie: All good points! And maybe we could call you Val for short!

Angel: (undertale death sound effect)

Charlie: (REGRET) Oh. Right.

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Emily, rushing in to stop Sera from locking down Heaven: Sera! What in the name of the Speaker are you doing?!

Sera, who recently found out the century long genocide was for nothing, scared as hell that either Heaven is in danger or that she'll have to kill more Sinners again, has to keep Lute from starting a war with little to no help, and on the verge of a mental breakdown from the pressure of being the only real authority figure Heaven has due to Abel and St. Peter having no aura and the Speaker only showing up when the plot calls for it:

Sera: MY FUCKING BEST.

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Abel, waddling in: Sera don't be mad but Lute is breaking all my dad's stuff and she sang a whole musical number about. well. You know the Old Testament? She wants to do that but to all of hell. And I dunno how to tell her that in 2025 that's called a war crime.

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Abel: Boy I sure do love being good at everything and everyone telling me how good I am at everything!

Abel: (Gets murdered due to Cain's jealousy)

Abel: Ok that wasn't. Good. Maybe I won't take a solid stance on anything and I won't try to have any presence. Maybe people will like me that way!

Lute: SHUT UP ABEL! Adam didn't even fucking like you!

Abel:

Abel: I CAN'T WIN

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St. Peter: So I know Lute was being mean but like. Can we make me the official mascot of Heaven? (Holds up a shirt with his face on it)

Sera: No we cannot! Heaven already has a symbol!

St. Peter: Oh really? Who?

Sera:

Sera: Peter.

Sera: (points at The Last Supper, specifically Jesus) You cannot be this stupid. You knew him when you were both HUMAN, for the Speaker's sake.

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St. Peter: Helllllo Mr. Slithers!

Sir Pentious: Mr. St. Peter, that is not my name-

St. Peter: Uh huh, just got one question. So we went over how spiritually you got into Heaven, but physically how did you get in? No one told me that part.

Sir Pentious: Oh! Well, I died, again, it was all black for a little bit, then I floated up into a room where the Seraphim were.

St. Peter, whose job security depends on there being only one way into Heaven and him guarding it: ...

St. Peter: Ok so you're not gonna say shit to anybody-

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Charlie: I just don't understand how to get through to the Sinners! These techniques work for human pastors on Earth, my research said so. Angel, what am I doing wrong? What do human pastors do that I'm not?

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust: (internally) Do not say molest kids do not say molest kids she is hanging on by a thread and this would only make it worse Anthony I swear to god do NOT say molest kids-

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Lute: (yelling in the Speaker's face)

The Speaker: (internally) Oh good heavens when was the last time this child did laundry. She smells like rotting corpses and... oh good lord that's Adam's scent. Why did he smell like that. Why does SHE smell like that. I can see Adam's blood on her skirt. Do we not have washing machines.

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Valentino: Ah yes. Me, my boyfriend, and his ex that he keeps tied up in the corner.

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Charlie: Niffty please say something nice about the hotel or I might kms. 

Niffty: Ok! (Then proceeds to describe the hotel as the most disgusting place ever and the only nice things she says are in Japanese)

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Vox: Hey there angels, it’s me, ya boy.

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Sera, looking at Vox: Oh. Oh that’s the consequences of my actions.

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Sir Pentious: I’m about to explain mortality to an immortal being in the only way I know how. SONG!

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Alastor: If I can’t use my arms to traumatize people, I’ll use my LEGS! (then proceeds to bend his knee UPWARDS)

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Baxter: Who needs stable employment! I have friends who fold my blankets the right way and a girlfriend who matches my freak!

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(If Shok.wav could speak)

Shok.wav: Dad does Heaven have fish flakes.

Vox: If they don’t I’ll force them to make them just for you.

Shok.wav: LET’S FUCKING GO!

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Rosie, feeling Alastor’s soul contract break: Goddamn it they left me out of the plot again.

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Vox: (having a suicidal episode)

Valentino: (flip flopping between finding that hot and moping that he’s not the center of Vox’s attention anymore)

Velvette: And they say I exaggerate when I say I’m the backbone of the Vees.

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Adam, in the double afterlife: Is someone praying to me?

Adam: HOLY SHIT! Abel’s aura farming hard core! Just like his old man…

Adam: Ok fine I’ll be nice just this once. (shows up to intimidate Lute)

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(This one came as a result of me saying Charlie's name too many times)

Charlie Morningstar: -And that's how everything's been. Vox almost took the sinners to war, my dad's recovering from being used as a battery, Emily got her wing blown off, but at least things turned out alright in the end. How have things been in your world Charlie?

Charlie Dompler: Oh you know, the usual. I watched Mother Nature kill Moth Man because I littered and told her he did it.

Charlie the Unicorn:...