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Asexuals were always part of pride and it really fucking shows when people think it's a recent term.
Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing
This image is so so fucking important to me
Reblog this, cowards
Shout everyone else taking the vow of silence today
Tonight, I saw the theater showing of the Amazing Digital Circus finale. 🎪
No spoilers, only my honest reaction:
That ending healed something inside of me. ❤️🩹💙💛
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Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
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is this the ORIGINAL?!???
oh holy shit i didn’t even know where this meme came from
OH MY ACTUAL GOD THE ORIGINAL
ORIGINALS ON THE ROLL
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happy pride month
In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.
I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!
From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!
I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.
Edit: Yes, this also works on mobile!
The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.
(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)
If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.
The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.
insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box
add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box
delete -> self explanatory
on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic
The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.
Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.
pride month!!!
Is that a miette?
Pride for you! Pride for a thousand years!!
you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum
This hands down the best comment in the notes, I will not be taking criticism.
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
The full picture is even more heart breaking after you open the uncropped version. Just a heads-up, it's rough
“The Roman Catholic Parish in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was just grafitted.”
Nah let’s post it. Let’s feel it. Don’t look away.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
They were CHILDREN.
They were murdered in cold blood.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
Reblog this or just stop following me
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
this is the memorial at the vancouver art gallery. 215+ pairs of children’s shoes (as well as stuffed toys and flowers) cover the steps…
They taught us in physics that an object in motion stays in motion unless something acts on it and i didn't care at the time but as a writer i think about this constantly. your character cannot just stop. something has to stop them. something external, something internal, something that costs them. a person doesn't change direction for no reason. a story doesn't either. newton was writing craft advice and nobody told him.
I’ve been getting back into my sdmi aus. Sorry if this is a little annoying or all over the place (i have chronic insomnia, it’s late lol.)
I have a new idea for a canon divergence au which may be to self indulgent but it’s where:
Everything runs exactly the same until season 2.
Basically, after Cassidy splits off from Ricky she finds out she’s pregnant. Definitely not ideal for her but she’s busy trying to save the gang in whatever way she’s able. So she doesn’t tell Ricky right away. Then Ricky corners her in the hair salon and he does his whole pitch to try and get her back on his side. But instead she’s like “look, I’m trying to protect ALL the kids, including ours.” And now Ricky’s scared that Pericles and Brad and Judy are going to kill Cassidy while she’s weaker than usual so he first tries to convince her to leave crystal cove and when that doesn’t work he’s actively trying to protect her. Which kind of helps fix their relationship because they’re spending more time together with a common goal that doesn’t involve curses or treasure.
Then the gang figures out what’s happening (after they eventually forgive Cassidy) and they find Ricky’s eternal suffering hilarious.
Basically, Cassidy is trying to protect the kids from the evil German bird and the eldritch horror, Ricky’s having a panic attack in the background 24/7 while trying to protect his partner, and Pericles has this weird slapstick routine going on in the background where every time he tries to talk to Ricky, Ricky hits him with a stick and tells him to go away.
BREAKING NEWS: ASH FINALLY ANSWERS HER ASKS!
There are so many reasons I love this idea, it took me a hot minute to figure out where to start.
Humans like to think of themselves as something separate from the animals, but really that’s just our own hubris. I read a fascinating book about evolution once called The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins. It was years ago so I don’t remember the whole book precisely, but the very first paragraph makes the following claim:
“We are survival machines - robot vehicles blindly programmed to preserve the selfish molecules known as genes.”
-And using an analysis of Darwinism and animal behavior, Dawkins spends the rest of the book proving his point.
So! How does that apply to Ori’s idea for Scooby Doo fanfiction?
Humans are just survival machines made of flesh and bone, and our monkey brains are always on the hunt for things that activate our happy hormones. It’s the body’s reward system for doing the necessary maintenance needed to stay alive. But we aren’t immortal, and the ultimate purpose our genes created our bodies for is to pass on copies of them to the next generation of survival machines.
I made a post touching on this recently, but Brad and Judy lost their baby and their corruption by the curse didn’t escalate as much as it did until after they returned to Crystal Cove and reunited with Fred. And I think it’s because when they saw their son again, he wasn’t the infant they remembered. And in a lot of ways he had more in common with Fred Jones Sr. than he did with them because that’s who raised him. (Srsly Imagine kidnapping a baby from a pair of scared teens YOU made homeless, and then NAMING THAT BABY AFTER YOURSELF WTF.) Honestly it wouldn’t wholly surprise me if Brad and Judy were a little in denial and that’s why it was so easy for them to betray Fred the way they did. Like in their minds they know that’s their son but in their hearts they see the baby they lost and Fred as two separate people, and they were never able to form a proper attachment to the latter.
Ricky and Cassidy on the other hand would NOT have this happen to them.
If you’ve read One of Us or some of my analysis posts in the past, you know the way I believe the curse of Crystal Cove works. The Entity takes pain and character flaws that are already there and puts a magnifying glass on them. In Ricky’s case, it used the pain of Pericles’ betrayal, his pride in his company, and his greed for the treasure to corrupt him. To the point that it even blotted out Ricky’s love for Cassidy for a while.
But for all of the reasons outlined in Dawkins’ book, a baby tends to change people’s priorities on a dime.
I can imagine it perfectly:
Mr. E’s mind sort of stutters to a halt when the words leave her mouth. “Including ours.”
Cassidy is scared, but she smiles when she sees the look on his face. His hands are starting to shake when she takes his large hand in hers, and gently places it against her belly. She isn’t showing. She doesn’t have a name or a sex either just yet for the welcome accident growing inside her. But she knows it’s there, and the love she feels for it is indescribable.
Ricky doesn’t know either. But he knows Cassidy. And he knows she’d never lie to him - not about this.
That night in the lair last month. We were both so angry at each other when we did it but that has to be when-
Everything he came here to argue with her about doesn’t seem to matter anymore. His heart is pounding in his ears and a new instinct has just awoken in his brain. Something bigger, older than them. Older than humanity. Older than the entity beneath the town. It’s programming encoded by the genes of a prehistoric ancestor, passed through the ages when evolution found it beneficial to a species’ continued existence. Mine! It screams! MINE!
What was he doing? He loves Cassidy. And he suddenly realizes he never stopped loving her, but somehow he’d forgotten he did. How could that be? He loves Cassidy. Every part of her. Including the baby- their baby- Oh god he’s going to be a Dad. His knees feel weak. The room is spinning. He feels like he’s going to throw up. He’s angry with himself. He did this to her! Cassidy was going to be such a wonderful mother but seriously? NOW?! And with HIM?! She deserved better than him. Their child deserved better than him! He’s so terrified and so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself. But suddenly one thought lodges itself in his mind and that’s the rock he clings to: I’m going to protect you.
This child would never struggle like he did. Like Cassidy had. And Cassidy would not go through what Judy had, either. He would not fail, like Brad did. They would not fail. No matter who they became or what they decided to do, the person this child grew into would be happy and safe and loved for as long as Ricky drew breath.
To Ricky, it seemed like longer, but it took all of about twenty seconds for all of these thoughts to go swirling through his head, and all of a sudden everything else that seemed so important this morning seems quite insignificant.
Far beneath the town, the Entity screams with rage, as every carefully woven string it had so masterfully strung on one of its most valuable pawns snaps.
I was going to just write my thoughts on that, but it ended up a short snippet instead. There is just so much greatness that could happen with this idea and GOD, I hope you go through with writing it, Ori!!! PLEASE!!! 🙏😭
my phone autocorrecting fanfiction to fabrication might be my last straw
I mean. What is fanfiction if NOT an act of fabrication?
For the last time. A bear is a FAT hairy man. FAT. FAT. Say it with me because it's not a bad word. Bears are fat men. Stop showing me dehydrated and muscular hairy white men. That is not a bear. That is some generic white guy I don't want to look at. Give me real bears or give me death.
sometimes i think about how not only did mayor jones scam, terrorize, and then scare 4 teenagers out of town, he also blackmailed two of them, stole their baby, and then NAMED THAT BABY AFTER HIM
I’ve been having additional thoughts about this very thing for a while now. We only ever get the story from Mayor Jones’ perspective, but can we take a minute and think about what Brad and Judy must have been going through?
Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated is a show that does an exceptional job of hiding the true extent of its own tragedy. (It has a lot in common with Gravity Falls in that regard.)
It’s easy to hate Brad and Judy. The narrative wants you to because by the time we meet them they’re adults and they’ve been corrupted by the curse. Still very much responsible for their own actions, but what we don’t see is how they got there.
Imagine the night they disappeared. They were sixteen or seventeen years old, suddenly thrown out of the only home they’d ever known. No High School diplomas, no support, no identities. HOMELESS. But then a couple months after they disappear, OOPS. Judy’s pregnant.
So now we have a homeless, scared, PREGNANT teenager. They would have been minors trying to hide their identities so who knows if she got any prenatal care or even if she went to the hospital. In either case they were scared, stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing and certainly had no business taking care of a baby. They couldn’t even have taken care of themselves at that point. And absolutely none of that is their fault.
So maybe Judy was hospitalized. Or holed up somewhere to heal. Maybe they talked about it, and they agreed that they needed help. So Brad, still just a scared kid himself, took the baby and tried to go home. Maybe he was going to ask his parents or Judy’s for help, or maybe he was just going to leave the baby with them. But either way their son, their family was going to be safe.
… But Fred Jones found him first. And he took the baby. Infants are so fragile, Brad couldn’t have done a single thing to try to get him back without risking hurting the child in the scuffle. And what are you supposed to do other than anything, when there are claws inches away from your baby’s neck?
So Brad left the baby there.
Now imagine Brad having to travel back to whatever hospital, motel, or camp he’d left Judy in. And imagine him having to tell her what happened:
I lost the baby. The Freak has the baby.
She would have been- what that poor girl must have gone through goes beyond words. She would have been devastated. Heartbroken, angry, numb.
And imagine what Brad must have gone through. He was the one who tried to go back. He lost their son. And now if they ever went back their child would die.
Assuming the Freak was telling the truth and the baby was even still alive.
The guilt and the worry would have driven anyone crazy, and it would have been so easy for Brad to blame himself and for Judy to blame Brad, but those poor kids had already lost everything.
All they had left was each other, and so that was what they clung to.
Perhaps a little too tightly.
-And that’s exactly what the curse used to ruin them.
