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8nin

“what’s stopping you from-“ listen i am so so sleepy

um-jammer-tranny

and like. broke

ghostcaterwaul

Reblog to gain creative energy and to give more creative energy to the person you reblogged this from.

inthetags

reblog and put in the tags what your favorite song is that is more than 5 minutes long

#comfortably numb - pink floyd #wish that you were here - florence + the machine #nothing else matters - metallica

Hey :)

First, how you doing?

I was wondering if you will continue your Storm Hawks fanfiction. It been a while.

See ya :)

Hi! I'm alright, I'm still around! I know it's been forever since I updated. I'm sorry! I haven't abandoned the fic, I've just been going through a long bout of not writing and barely even reading. I have the rest of the story planned out, but the actual writing has been like pulling teeth.

I can't make any predictions about when I'll get the next chapter finished and posted, but I haven't given up on it. The chapter has been started! It's halfway-ish done. I just need to muster up the gumption to buckle down and get back to it.

#storm hawks fanfiction

thinfatfit

My ethics professor once told our class that society justifies hating fat people by saying they overburden the healthcare system but no one uses that excuse to hate high level athletes who also disproportionately use the healthcare system

parentheticalaside

They don’t even need to be high-level. Active people who are just regular folks are some of the most expensive people for health care systems. When I lived in Boulder, a professor pointed out that the city had some of the highest orthopedic costs in the country, just from the bicyclists, runners and joggers, hikers, mountain climbers and others breaking bones during recreational pursuits.

fittingoutjane

And this is why I have zero tolerance towards talk of denying care for "preventable" health problems. Because where do you draw the line? Steve never exercised and now has heart disease. Jim exercised a lot and has joint problems. Sam exercised moderately, but one day he forgot to wear his helmet.

What about, say, drug use, or self-injury? Aren't those just manifestations of mental illness? Are we not going to treat mental illness now?

Healthcare is there to be used.

dragon-in-a-fez

I like when my dreams reuse locations from past dreams. like oh cool we doin a bottle episode

malarkay

Only to get annoyed when I wake up because it failed to trigger lucidity. Great job, genius! You once again believed that a place you've never been to except in dreams is real and somewhere you would logically be.

kaiartx

sound on <3

#wheel of time #moghedien #ishamael #lanfear #rahvin #wot on prime #I'm dying!

vancouver-lord-goldeneyes

Forsaken 5D chess, Lanfear trying to align them against Moghedien but secretly she’s sending Sammael after Rand while trying to sniff out Rahvin’s infiltrator in her cabal. Rahvin trying to remind them that they fought amongst themselves more than they fought the Dragon but he’s also playing them against Graendal and Semirhage. Moghedien was listening all along and had what seemed like an alliance with Rahvin but actually she was just using him and his contact to figure out what Lanfear was doing. And all they got for this was dead Black Ajah, Sammael crushed under rubble, and Moghedien’s fixation on Nynaeve. Absolute clown behaviour 10/10 no notes.

malarkay

And yet some people will still say that the show has strayed too far from the books. Pfft!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers

larimar

tracyverdugo

mashithamel

Terrific interview with Kate Fleetwood, I love this bit about her accent change in Tanchico, and how much the actors have embraced the details of their characters!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #kate fleetwood

crackinwise

Can anybody give these old-ass Democrats protest lessons? They're acting like they're still living in pre-2015 politics when the GOP gave a shit and wasn't deranged.

A member gets up and starts shouting: All get up and shout with him.

Don't walk out: MAKE them carry you all out, not shutting up the entire time. I'm serious, go limp, be dead weight.

Putin's Puppet says a provable lie: Everyone chant "LIE" in unison for a solid minute instead of holding pitiful little signs in front of a man who can't read above a 3rd grade level.

Have someone who knows ASL sitting with you, interpreting everything in full view.

If you're gonna hold signs, make them BIG like you're actually trying to do something. Have them in multiple languages.

Make other signs that say clever or cutting things that will make him rage for days. "DOESN'T OLD TRUMP LOOK TIRED?" or "PUPPET PRESIDENT" or "EVERYONE IS FACT-CHECKING THIS SPEECH TRUMP DIDN'T WRITE" or "THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES" or his current tanking approval rating next to a laughing emoji.

Make a stink every day in congress, throw as many bills as you can on the floor even if they go nowhere, look like you're trying.

Have someone, idk maybe someone you actually want to boost for President in 3 gd years, be your voice of opposition in the media, loudly complaining and telling the facts, every single day. Let the people know you're there!

How hard is this? There's probably better suggestions than mine if they actually hired seasoned protestors or behaviorists/psychologists or even the biggest teenage troll they can find on a messageboard.

The Emperor Has No Clothes. So fucking act like it.

misfitwashere

DO SOMETHING!

eurodynamic

wilwheaton

Generally speaking, I am supportive of kids when they struggle. Everyone struggles, and just because your struggle is different than mine, doesn't mean it's less valid.

But.

BUT.

Come on. 600 words is nothing. I will write and throw away 600 words ten times before I finish the 800 words I need to turn in. You can do this. You need to do this. You do not want a future -- and I don't want to grow old in a future -- where you are outsourcing your creativity, your critical thinking, and your ability to put words together to a computer.

Trust me? Please? I'm old and I've read / watched / written a lot of science fiction about this.

ladyimtolstoy

A friendly reminder to USians: if you are planning to vote on Election Day, your mantra is "Nothing I see today convinces me not to go vote."

Exit polls suggest DT cannot be caught? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Exit polls suggest KH has it in the bag? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Pundits are saying the country is swinging overwhelmingly red? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Pundits are saying the country is swinging overwhelmingly blue? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Polls can be misleading (intentionally or not). The methodology can be biased (or simply poor). Early results may not reflect what the full count will show. There may be a red mirage. NOTHING YOU SEE CONVINCES YOU NOT TO VOTE.

The biggest Democratic win in swing states means nothing if democrats don't turn out everywhere to keep the reliably blue states blue.

VOTE. Wear appropriate weather gear if you think you may have to stand in a line outside (coat, hat, gloves, umbrella, sunhat, whatever, you know where you live). Bring water and a snack and something to do (book, game on your phone, podcast and headphones, whatever, you know what you like). GO VOTE.

NOTHING YOU SEE ON ELECTION DAY CONVINCES YOU NOT TO VOTE.

queen-breha-organa-archived-dea

I just found this quiz and it’s, phenomenal

A quiz for artists and writers to figure out the primary emotion they create from. 28 questions, 15 results that are about 150 words each, d

queen-breha-organa-archived-dea

I haven’t seen anyone else get grief yet and like…

thecrazyalchemist

Ooo this is interesting!

Tags (no pressure+ open)

the-bookshelf-queen

Yeah...

i-made-the-sky-purple

How do you know about my secret fantasy world where I have a platonic partner and a functional family

sassysnakedemon

Welp, I just got grief. Considering I've written no less than 3 angry/sad/broken poems about my late soulmate in the last few months, I guess that scans.

Grief

You create from grief. It is an endless grief that pours out of your eyes and mouth and fingertips over and over again; a grief too vast to be contained. It demands an outlet, and so for you the act of creation is much like weeping. Your work is a memorial to everything you have loved and lost, all you have longed for and been denied. Much like crying, pouring your grief out into your art brings you relief. The feeling of loss pervades your work, but the depth of your grief also speaks to the depth of the love that preceded it. After all, every tragedy is only what it is because someone had loved something enough to grieve it.

Gonna tag couple of people here - no pressure to do this quiz or anything, but I am interested!

@di-42, @naturallyteal, @missunderstoodlyrics, @phoen1xr0se

phoen1xr0se

Well, fuck.

Not me thinking I'd get Melancholy or Grief or some such and then somehow getting the one answer that hurts even more... it's like getting a slap across the face, goddamn.

Some no pressure tags: @captainblou @bowtiepastabitch @dragonfire42 @pannotbread @ngkiscool @dragonwars2601 @foolishlovers @maaikeatthefullmoon @shadesofecclescakes @crowleys-hips @celestialcrowley @crowleysgirl56 💙

rachelillustrates

Did NOT expect this considering how bitter I've gotten over the past few years and just..... okay.

Tagging anyone who wants to but especially @conkers-thecosy .

conkers-thecosy-deactivated2025

I would have guessed hope for you @rachelillustrates 💛

I got discontent

Tagging anyone who’d like to play!

s0ng-of-death

I GOT THE SAME RESULT LMAOOOOO. honestly though i was kinda frustrated most of the questions were about art as in the drawing kind (i know art's a very broad term nowadays that includes writing and stuff but eh), but it was.. um. an interesting experience.

tagging my beloveds!!

@thekingofthenameless, @gaylightisminetocommand, @mithrilhearts, @star-going-supernova. <33

star-going-supernova

Thanks for the tag!!

i'd say this rings true <3

lordofthefans

Decided to give this a try.

Wow. Was not expecting this result.

@hrodvitnon, @gorillageek27, @zerm2v0hg, @tosho89, and anyone else who'd also like to give it a try.

zerm2v0hg

This sounds familiar.

Tagging @princess-peregrine, @malarkay, @astraerystarr, @blueskyportrait, @dragynkeep

malarkay

Huh...

@fallingskywaterr

@grecae

#art #writing

star-anise

This is what the fight is like

Sooo, apparently the extremely tenuous and recent nature of the LGBTQ+ community's legal right to exist was not actually super widely known to a lot of people on Tumblr?

Which clarifies some stuff in retrospect. I have so often wanted to grab people by their lapels and shout, "Stop picking on someone for not meeting your entry requirements! We need everyone we can get, you asshole! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY HATE US OUT THERE?"

Aaaapparently... no, they did not know. Or they knew and were a conservative psyop preparing the ground for our loss of legal rights. Fun times!

So: Look, it is bad. Shit is scary. They really do hate us out there. You're not wrong.

But: This is what we've always fought. This boat we're in with its antique fittings and strange markings on the floor is a battleship. Work has always been going on in the basements, and when shit gets tough, we clear away clutter and roll out the cannons.

I found this chart a couple weeks ago and hung onto it because it felt like the map to my first 25 years on this earth:

[Image description: A graph titled "Same Sex Marriage: Public Polls since 1988." It is from FiveThirtyEight's NYT column. It records the percentage of US Americans polled who would say yes or no to legalizing same-sex marriage, from 1988 to 2011.

The two lines begin with roughly 10% saying yes in 1988, and 70% saying no; the two lines gradually draw closer over the years, until by 2011, the percent saying finally dips under 50%, and the group saying yes makes a tentative reach for the majority. End of image description.]

After some great social change has happened, when everyone has admitted that gay marriage is very cute and Pride is a colourful parade, hooray, people like to pretend that it was just natural and inevitable and happened on its own. People just became less prejudiced! Courts just decided on a case! Governments just passed a law!

In reality, it was a vicious fucking fight, every fucking time. Every fucking where. There are a lot of people who deeply, sincerely believe that a hundred years ago, society had good rules about sex and gender and intercourse and marriage, and that changing those rules has made the world worse. They don't always agree on the specifics, but they can work together far enough to fight anyone with new ideas.

This is why we are a community. Even when we don't have the same experiences of attraction or identity, even when we don't do the same things, even when we have wildly different ideas of a good time. Because when these groups take aim, we're all under fire, and none of us is responsible for why they hate us.

In some ways I think it's a miracle that there seems to be a generation that did not grow up, as I grew up, constantly glued to news reports about What Percentage of Society Hates Us this month. I can't imagine who I'd be if my brain and heart and soul hadn't been tied up, that whole time, in the political question of whether I'd get to dream of a decent future.

I think that it will give us strength to have people who can imagine a world where no one hates us. Who believe in it so strongly they can taste it. That's my prediction: If you didn't know this was coming, you'll be a boon to us, because we have always needed joy so fiercely, in this fight, to keep us going on. We have needed drag queens and punk bands and "her wife" and safe space stickers. Parade floats and wedding days and little dogs with rainbow collars, badges and banners and meetups, because more than anything else we need to fight our own despair, and our fear that the world will never get any better than this.

It will. We know it will. We can taste it.

Look up to the history, organizations, and people who've got us this far for information on what forms of activism will actually advance our political goals. Look to the side to make sure the comrades within reach are keeping their heads above water, and that you're keeping enough joy going to stay alive. Look back to see who's more vulnerable than you are that you might have forgotten or been tempted to leave behind. Look after each other. Look after yourself.

We can do this.

To your battle stations.

prismatic-bell

If you are only-just-barely old enough to be on this website, if you JUST turned 13….you still predate, by a few months, the day I got spit on by a member of the Westboro Baptist Church for being in an equality march. Here’s the event. I was 21.

My role in the spitting was standing by a barricade. I wasn’t engaging at all, because we’d already been warned several of the counter-protestors had been attempting to incite riots, so we weren’t even LOOKING at the WBC. And apparently I just happened to be close enough to spit on.

And as a protestor whose future depended on not being arrested several hundred miles from home, I had only one choice. You’d probably like to hear that I beat the shit out of Shirley Phelps-Roper, and trust me, I wish I could tell you the Hollywood version of this story where I did that and everyone went “wow! This person was just standing there and got spit on! Clearly this is a sign bigotry is the wrong choice and we should grant full queer rights RIGHT NOW!” But that would be a lie. So instead I’ll tell you what really happened: with the words “trying to incite a riot” clanging in my head and the specter of jail time as a visibly queer person dancing in my mind, I smiled at her, and said “Jesus loves you, ma’am” and did not wipe her spit away until she was out of sight. I walked about a quarter of a mile with her spit drying on my cheek, to protect the thousands of people around me and the millions for whom we marched.

Less than thirteen years ago. If you’re just old enough to vote, you were probably literally in your kindergarten class when this happened. If you’re just old enough to drink, you were in third grade. A teacher might even have flipped on the TV to let you watch A Historic March, if you happened to be in a place like LA or Maryland (as we used to put on our signs in those days, Maryland, the Marry-Land, because it was the first state where same-sex marriage was legal). Most places certainly not, but perhaps in a few.

The battle never ended. But I want to leave you on a note of hope, not despair. And I want to underline what OP said about needing every person we can get.

I did not cry when Shirley Phelps-Roper spit on me. I didn’t cry when we started reciting the Constitutional right to assembly off the side of a building. I didn’t cry standing outside the White House, wondering if Malia and Sasha were seeing what was happening outside and if so, what their dad would tell them about it, or listening to any of the speeches. But I did cry that day, and thinking about what made me cry is bringing tears to my eyes again now.

It was a straight couple along the side of the protest route. Probably in their 40s or 50s. Black man, white woman, holding a sign they’d made out of a bedsheet.

It said “STAY STRONG 40 YEARS AGO OUR MARRIAGE WAS ILLEGAL TOO WE STAND WITH YOU.”

We’d been instructed under no circumstances whatsoever to leave our groups, because of the whole they-might-incite-a-riot thing and also because it simply wasn’t safe to be alone and confused and visibly queer in a city that wasn’t your own, surrounded by people who said you didn’t have the right to exist. So I couldn’t hug those people. But I waved at them, along with a whole bunch of other protestors, and they waved back at us.

It was a pair of allies who’d faced similar discrimination and hardship who’d made me feel hope. The other queer people around me were amazing, but that couple is the one that stayed in my mind. They represented a world where we could win, because they had won. And I promise you, not a single person around me was suggesting they didn’t belong there. I think we all fell a little in love with them, actually, for accepting the risk and putting themselves out there and finding a way into DC (which is no small feat even when there’s no protest on, DC transportation is horrible) to hold up their bedsheet and tell us they loved us.

If someone says “you have my gun and sword, let me help,” you don’t stop to ask what army they’re from or tell them they’re in the wrong uniform. You shove over a little and you let them get in line, and you ask how many bullets they have.

I’m tired. I don’t have all that much ammunition left. But you’ve got me as long as I can keep shooting.

Let’s go.

brightlotusmoon

You have my spear, my little revolver, my husband's handguns, my axe, my sword, and my Maryland pride.

Living this close to DC for my whole adult life has been... interesting.

purpleprincesseater

That graph is from 2011, and shows a very slight majority of the population approving of same-sex marriage.

For some perspective, here’s the current graph:

Yes, that’s right, 67% or over 2/3 of the population are on our side now. 25 years ago it was the opposite.

Another interesting tidbit, just for fun:

“People often say that same-sex marriage now is like interracial marriage in the 60s. But in terms of public opinion, same-sex marriage now is like interracial marriage in the 90s, when it had already been legal nationwide for 30 years.” --Randall Munroe, XKCD

obliquecompendium

And before anyone points out that marriage is just a reiteration of heteronormativity, my answer is: yes, and? If this many people object to us doing something that boring, how do you think they feel about us the rest of the time?

We need to hang together.

Nobody is free until everyone is free.

prismatic-bell

If you think that, then you’re probably quite young, and need to learn a little more about the AIDS pandemic and why we picked marriage as the nail to hang our hat on.

For a more immediate view, I’m going to ask my elder queers to provide some information on trying to see your hospitalized partner or correctly execute their estate. I’m just a little too young for the first-hand view of that.

But I will share this shocking fact I learned during my marching days, and it should explain a lot:

In the United States of America, OVER A THOUSAND INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES are granted to married couples, but not to unmarried couples or domestic partnerships.

These range from hospital visitation to paying inheritance tax to how you do your income taxes.

We didn’t pick it to be boring. There are many huge reasons we picked it, and tbh calling it “boring” is a huge disservice to those who died on the steps of the CDC to bring you that right.