kess

you have to let me let you go she/her, bi 🏳️‍🌈

[kessfansworld]

i don’t know if anyone has experienced something similar, but god, this has been plaguing my mind for so long that i just need to dump it somewhere. yk how everyone’s experience with sexuality is not the same, and how we are all different human beings? i’m bisexual and i am aware that bisexual people have different experiences that vary, it’s just i have never found anyone who experiences bisexuality the way i do. so i’m putting this out there, cause i need to know i am not alone. does that make sense? okay so let’s start. i’m a woman who’s bi, i like women, and men, and enby people. i however would never date a man ever again, let me explain why: i tried dating a man, and it dawned on me that the reason it lasted as long as it did was cause i didn’t need to physically be intimate with him, i don’t want to kiss, cuddle, or even hold hands with a man. i especially never want a sex with a man. when i came to realization i ended that relationship, and stayed single. the thing is i have never dated a man since then and the more time goes on, the more i start to hate the concept of it. i don’t think i could even do a long distance relationship because it means a relationship with a man. something happens to me when i think about having a relationship with a man, i get really uncomfortable with the idea, and it makes me cringe. i try to convince myself that it’s just because men are misogynistic so i must not feel safe with them, but i know even if the best man on earth came and liked me, i wouldn’t give that relationship a chance. i just don’t want to do anything with men anymore. however when i look at celebrities who are men online, i think to myself they’re good looking, but that’s as far as my attraction to them has gone. it’s just a fleeting moment in time and as soon as it starts, it’s gone. i used to wish i could crave a relationship with a man like everyone else. when people would ask me who my crush is, i would pick a random boy and then talk about him in a way i knew you were supposed to talk about crushes. i just don’t know anymore, i feel very confused and sort of strange because i have never seen experience bisexuality the way i do, i hope that there’s people who relate to this, i just don’t want to feel alone anymore. it’s hard putting up a front when people talk about men, cause i like some male characters and ships involving men, but i think of them non-romantically and non-sexually. it’s just that i enjoy the story and the character, and sometimes i think to myself he’s hot, but that’s it. nothing else happens. i just became content with this, i try not to force it, i just focus on women and enby ppl because i am very sure about my attraction to them, there’s that fluttering feeling every time i find them attractive, i have daydreamed, and i have longed. i just want answers so i can put this matter to rest.

[kessfansworld]

imagine this: it’s the 90’s and you’re in london. you haven’t seen your friend for 4 years because she left and you keep sending her emails, and she doesn’t respond, but you know she doesn’t want you to stop, you know her to the point you can tell without her having to say so. you don’t blame her for leaving. you don’t know the reasons, but still you know she made the best choice for herself. during the years she’s been gone, you start notice something‘s amiss. you figure out it’s nothing first, but the doctor tells you it’s kidney failure. you’re shocked. it leaves you speechless. you decide to hide the truth from your family and only you know your diagnosis. the doctor says there’s 95% chance of death within next five years, so you lose hope. one day, when you’re tired, you accidentally send your medical documents to your friend via email, who hasn’t seen you for 4 years. you write to her so much, that you accidentally forgot to delete her email, that’s how engraved she is in your thoughts. she reads the email and comes back to london, a place she hasn’t been to for years. she uproots her entire life for you and you think to yourself my friend is back, but boy, you don’t that your friend is a lesbian who’s been in love with you since the first time she saw you, but you were married to her cousin, so she didn’t confess. the said cousin has been dead for years. you’re francesca bridgerton and you’re about to experience a lot of things. and what if i told you i wrote a fanfic about the said premise? https://archiveofourown.org/works/81337321/chapters/213828231

[lost-in-eriador]

in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

[redacted-metallum]

Let's outlive some motherfuckers this year

[kessfansworld]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i posted this fic a few days ago, was debating whether or not to post it on my tumblr but i just want to talk about it for a second, if you wanna hear me yap my heart away; then yay!! shauna shipman post rescue, about how jackie haunts her memories, how past doesn’t leave her and keeps a firm grip over her. i kept thinking about her parents and what their reaction was about shsuna marrying jeff, i kept wondering about how hard it must have been to become a mother for the second time, to give it a try while she wasn’t sure if she even wanted an another child but she still did it, and then what it looks like years after. i kept noticing how shauna didn’t talk about her parents in adult timeline on the show and wonder what that entailed, both about her mother and father. i wondered if her and her mom were close or if it was complicated. i wonder if her mother would be accepting or not, same with her father. i created a carefully structured piece but it can fall apart any second because shauna and her parents are complicated. i made it so shauna was trying so hard to convince herself to marry jeff and knew her mom could talk her out of it so she pushed her mom away, the last tether onto the past. i didn’t do same with her father, i wanted their relationship to feel less emotionally connected, that there were little stakes in between them, about how shauna was used to her father not being around, that the attachment she used to have as a child slowly wilted away as she grew up. how she went to her father became she doesn’t care for his judgment but she cares for her mother’s. i sprinkled nostalgia into her interactions with nat and with the message lottie wrote her, how there’s concern, history and trauma. how it’s all over every single of shauna’s interactions. i don’t know if i got shauna right but there was just so many missing moments in show and i am excited for s4 to dive into them but i couldn’t hold myself back about diving into shauna’s wedding, her parents, the past memories with jackie, how her grief when she got back felt like, how it’s not fresh but feels like that. how the world felt foreign, how she felt like she didn’t belong into the way society was structured because wilderness was structured by completely separate rules.

[kessfansworld]

okay i had no idea supernatural would ever make me feel this way when i first started watching the show; i thought that i would just watch it and then i would move on but turns out my perconceived notions were gonna be total bullshit in hindsight now that i look back at it, supernatural latches onto you and brings you along the ride, you watch sam and dean age and meet new people, you watch them create bonds that become like family, you see them meet people who become allies and friends, some who end up enemies. you watch their progression, you watch cas be in love with dean, from the start to the finish line. you watch them meet, fall out, make up, hold grudges, forgive each other through the following 12 years. 12 years of knowing someone and how intimate that is, and we see it reflected on the screen beautifully, you follow their love story and in the end maybe you start falling in love with their love story, you want them to get a happy ending but you know they won’t. i wish it’d gone in blind, i tried to avoid spoilers during my time watching it and i did mostly good but this one thing i knew and i was dreading it, i didn’t want to watch the final four episodes, it was just going to make me extremely sad for these characters, knowing in the end sam and dean had only each other left, i’m glad they had that — each other, their brotherhood was a beautiful journey to see, their sacrifices and their love for each other was amazing, i’ve always loved sibling bonds in tv shows or movies and they managed to be my favorite in the end, i love them!! i loved so many characters and i want to be in peace with the ending so bad but i’m not, i tried to be but i just couldn’t. is this how it manages to pull at your heartstrings? dean and cas are just WOW. that’s the word to describe their story and to think it just ends in that dark room, with that one last look and with that last goodbye. that’s it? adam was right when he said “since when do we get what we deserve?” 😭😭😭😭

[stuckinapril]

Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

[stuckinapril]

She’s so one dimensionally evil you guys 😭😭 how is she real

[glittergoon]

We cannot let this wretched, wicked billionaire prevail. Here are a few UK-based organizations I found online that work to support our transgender brothers and sisters.

Galop

Charity supporting “LGBT+ people who have experienced abuse and violence.” Also offers support to friends, family, and professionals.

Support services include emotional and medical support, help navigating the criminal justice system, and information on emergency housing

Gender Identity Research & Education Society (GIRES)

“UK-wide organisation whose purpose is to improve the lives of trans and gender diverse people of all ages, including those who are non-binary and non-gender.”

Maintains a directory of regional groups.

Mermaids

Charity that “supports transgender, non-binary and gender-diverse children and young people, as well as their families and professionals involved in their care.”

Runs regional support groups.

TransActual UK,

A “national, trans led and run organisation focused specifically on working for trans adults in the UK” with a focus on advocating for and empowering trans people in the areas of healthcare and legal protections.

[kessfansworld]

“Why did you come all the way here, Jason? I mean—Alfred could’ve come to you, and then that would have been that, so forgive me for asking but why, now?” Dick asked, almost demanded. His brows were furrowed, he wasn’t beating around the bush, was he?

“I call that bullshit, I know you. You wouldn’t come here if you had a choice not to, so you’re here for a reason.” Dick prodded him, jeez he wasn’t going to let things go, was he? He wasn’t just going to shut the fuck up, not after the last time.

“I came here to deliver that letter to Damian, but I also came here for other reasons, well, you know about what.” He was twiddling his thumbs around, trying to not move his hands. He didn’t like admitting his faults when it came to Dick Grayson but this is something that required an apology. Dick might let things go, but he couldn’t do that. Dick deserved an apology but how do you apologize to someone who used to be your brother—or brother-shaped or someone who was never a brother but you might’ve been brothers, someday. Not anymore, the chance for that is too long gone.

“No, I don’t. I don’t know much about you these days, you just disappeared, Jason. You caused a mess and disappeared, and I had to clean up that mess.” Dick’s jaw was clenched. His voice had an edge to it. That Nightwing—well now, Batman edge. He’s fucking Batman, now. Bruce isn’t the guy in that cowl anymore, it’s Dick’s blue eyes’s who overlook Gotham.

“Jeez, I have to spell it out for you, didn’t I?” He mumbled. His voice had reluctance to it, he was rubbing his palms. “I came here to apologize. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.” He couldn’t look at Dick, he couldn’t get the words out fully, despite mulling over them for hours in his mind.

“Wow, I didn’t think those words were in your vocabulary.” Dick ended up saying. Seriously, he’s such an asshole, because Jason was spilling his guts out and he had to rub the salt in. He’s such an asshole but he’s right. This time, he’s right, other times he won’t be. Or Jason hopes he isn’t, he doesn’t want to apologize to Dick the next time.

“The cowl is yours, not mine. Gotham needs Red Hood. I just forgot that. I don’t know why I thought Batman could ever be me—Batman has it’s purpose but so does Red Hood.” Jason finally gets the words out, Dick is Batman now, he’s not his Batman. His Batman is gone.

He doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that Bruce is dead, that the Batman he was, won’t ever lecture him ever again. It’s fucking stupid, isn’t it? To think about your dead d—the person who used to be your dad. Bruce hasn’t been his dad ever since that warehouse. There was only Batman ever after, only Batman turning to look up at him. Spitting words out that Jason didn’t want to hear, won’t ever get the chance to hear ever again.

One day, he’s going to forget the voice. He forgot Catherine’s voice, he forgot Willis’ voice. He can remember them, remember their faces. He remember Bruce’s face. He will have Bruce’s photographs, the videos of him. He’ll have audio recordings of him but that won’t be Bruce. Not really. just the person Bruce was.

His other children will remember Bruce’s hugs. They remember how firm and gentle his hugs were. How gentle he held them people he cared for, the Bruce that died for them—is the their dad Bruce. They get to remember their last memories of him and he’s just their fucking dad.

The realization stings, it’s why he can’t work with Dick, the Batman Dick is going to grow up to be. Bruce had so many years before he became the Batman he was, each version different than previous.

They live in a penthouse now; Dick, Damian and Alfred. Dick is probably going to be what Bruce was to Dick. A brother who’s eventually going to become a father.

Jason doesn’t fit into this family, he doesn’t fit into this new version of them. The family they become after Bruce died.

He and Bruce weren’t even a family. Not anymore, the last time he saw Bruce, they fought, about the same things. They went in circles, always spinning but never landing. Jason wonders if there was ever a destination for their relationship. Would they have stopped talking eventually? He can’t answer that, he can guess—but there won’t ever be an answer. Bruce left, Bruce is dead. Dad is dead. The dad he had at 15 will never come back, he died when Bruce’s heart stopped beating.

He doesn’t even know if Bruce loved him anymore. He’s so unsure about that. He died knowing Bruce loved him, Jason hoped Bruce died knowing despite everything, Jason did love him. He can’t stop loving Bruce, even if he made so many mistakes, said so much vitriol.

“It doesn’t cost me anything to forgive you Jason, so I will.” Dick is looking at him, seeing something Jason doesn’t understand. Jason didn’t come here for Dick’s forgiveness. He came here to deliver and he did—both the apology and the letter. A letter that’s none of his business. A letter from Talia to Damian, he’s not interested into prying in their relationship. Their relationship is theirs, just like he and Bruce’s was.

Whatever happened, however it happened. The grief won’t leave Jason, he’ll just drift seamlessly with it. Maybe find a use for it, he found a use for that crowbar. This will be useful one day aswell, he doesn’t want to be miserable about Bruce if it’s for nothing. But grief is a shithole like that—just making you miserable for no reason other than, just because. That’s the price we pay for love, or maybe emotions. Jason doesn’t care to dwell on what grief is for.

“I’m gonna leave, give Alfred my best okay?” Jason ends up saying, he’s glad to be done with this conversation and done for Bats—at least for now, they’re truly never going to leave him. That’s that. Bats and stupid birds.

”Hmm, okay. Goodbye, Jason.” Dick mumbles back. Jason heads out, done with emotions for today. Here’s to incoming emotional constipation. Cheers.

Unbeknownst to Jason, he keeps looking at his brother, until he hears the shut of the door.

He never thought he’d hear Jason apologize, particularly for this. He doesn’t understand but maybe he doesn’t need to.

[kessfansworld]

i’m gonna ask the question that has been on my mind for a while. what do people think about the fact that there’s accounts who have ai generated voiceover reading tumblr posts, because these videos get so many views. sometimes they even go viral. sometimes the username from the original user is cut down and there’s just no way to find the original account and give them love. it’s mostly from dc fandom, which i frequent. i don’t know, just how do people feel about this? how does the fandom feel about this, because what i would perfer is them sharing the original tumblr post, leaving a link for us to find the og post and give them our love and respect, and also leave the username in, don’t cut it out and not that ai voiceover. that’s what i would perfer but this isn’t about me. i just can’t imagine coming up with an idea and seeing it going viral and my username isn’t even there, and it’s ai voiceover. i don’t know—something about it is just off. i know i’m big believer of generative ai having no place in fandom

[amal0alkfarna5]

"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."

The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?

I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.

How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?

If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.

Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

Donate to Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Family from War in Gaza, organized by Ghazal Naseer

‎‏Dear friends, ‎‏My name is Ghazal Naseer, from pales… Ghazal Naseer needs your support for Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Famil

Please

Yes, I will donate 😭💔

Yes, I will Reblog 😭💔

Voting ended onApr 14, 2025

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[amal--331]

In the darkest moments of our lives, we look to the kindness of strangers—please help us give Mohammed a chance to live.

[gazafreee]

Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every day—just like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg you—PLEASE HELP US. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.

This is the terrifying reality for many children in Gaza:

1. Airstrikes often target residential areas, leaving children with life-altering injuries.

2. Hospitals lack medicine and equipment, and most families cannot afford private care.

3. Children like Qais are at risk of permanent disability, even death, without timely treatment.

I watch my child cry in pain every night, and I can do nothing but hold him. No mother should face this. We need your support now more than ever. Every donation—no matter the amount—can help save Qais’s leg, his future, and his life. Please, Don’t Look Away. Help Us Heal.

Donate Now Here

If Qais was your only son, would you let him face the same fate or would you help him?

Yes, I Will Donate 😭💔

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Voting ended onMay 6, 2025

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[suhailafamily1]

🚨 Urgent Appeal: Save My Family’s Life Before It’s Too Late 🚨

The war is growing more brutal by the day, The planes are raining down shells, burning, killing without mercy. Today, the Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our area immediately amid heavy bombing. Since this morning until now, they have killed 70 people, and my family and I barely survived. 💔

Most families have been displaced, but we do not have the money to escape to safer areas. The cost of transportation and displacement is extremely high, while what little we manage to gather is barely enough to keep us from starving amidst the siege, border closures, and insane price hikes. 😓

Time is running out, and danger surrounds us from all sides. We need to urgently gather the cost of evacuation and transportation to save our lives.

Please, do not leave us alone in this hell.

Your donation now means saving our lives and giving us a chance to live. 🥹🫂

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[kessfansworld]

something about how beautifully 9-1-1 treats step parent and step child relationships is so special to me!! and one day chris and buck are gonna be apart of that list and i can’t wait to see that, how that will look like, what’s their family going to look like!! may and bobby’s relationship has evolved in such a short time, so has bobby and harry’s. just the way 9-1-1 shows parental love, maddie’s and chim’s love for jee-yun, the way karen and hen loves danny and mara so much!! buck’s and bobby’s relationship and how sometimes relationships are parental but you don’t need to put label on it, you can just be. chim’s relationships with the lee’s that’s something 9-1-1 got right. and it’s on tv for everyone to see. every family is different and sometimes they can look different as well but love is always going to unite us. 9-1-1 is built on love, so much of it. maybe that’s why we fell in love with it and sometimes even things we love can disappoint us, we were able to go to 9-1-1 for comfort so it’s okay to feel upset, because we want to see these beautiful relationships on your screens, we don’t want to lose even a piece of it.

[sajagz]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

[heavenlivebytalkingheads]

okay I've been biting my tongue on this one a bit but the odds of any money you give to a uk trans or especially LGBT charity reaching a single uk transfem is vanishingly unlikely. the primary "resource" these orgs provide is jobs for trans people who can make it in a professional environment, and the vast majority of trans hires are tme (and thus unaffected by the judgement!).

if you know a charity run by transfems take a punt but otherwise please donate to fundraisers instead.

[barleynaut]

FiveforFive - a transfem and trans women collective fund

FiveforFive is a collective crowdfund for UK trans women, trans fem people and organisations which support them.

Boosting to say donate to Five for Five, run by trans fems and distributed your money directly to trans fems.

Many other LGBTQ+ charities (like AKT, Gendered Intelligence) provide counseling, host support groups, weekend camps, and they do good work - but as OP said this is not money that’s directly in the pockets of those most in need and affected by this recent UK ruling. (Gendered Intelligence is trans-led and does more with their funding as opposed to Mermaids, and AKT directly helps homeless queer youth by helping them find housing. Trans Legal Clinic also provide housing services + are known for their support with transitioning legally + trans healthcare advocacy.)

[gremlingirlsmell]

boosting the boost. the way it works is they randomly spread the donated money between 2 charities/orgs and 3 individual transfem crowdfunds at the end of each month.

if youre a transfem in the UK you can submit your crowdfund/PayPal/etc via a google form, theyll keep your data private

[kessfansworld]

currently watching supernatural and my love for sam winchester keeps reaching impossible levels. it’s like how you feel about a best friend you’ve know since you were 6 years old and you asked them: “do you want to be friends?” and they enthusiastically said yes. and then you just never want to let them go and you want them to be okay forever and be happy and nothing bad happen to them.

[our-queer-experience]

losing my mind trying to explain how jk rowling isn’t just Some Terf, she was a well established celebrity who brought anti-trans ideology to the general public and that doesn’t compare to public terfs who you’ll only know of if youre in trans or terf circles. not everyone has heard of posey parker but EVERYBODY has heard of jkr. she got to explain trans issues to people who didnt know about it before her so all the convo was on her terms. she is not just some person with a twitter.