Call me Magpie.
40's, Queer, writer, and textile nerd
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I wore my IWW shirt to our school production of Hadestown (I’m on tech) and it ruled! Thank you for everything you guys do, it’s a delight whenever this account is on my dashboard :-) I’m not in Florida but I’m nearby and seeing such a cool movement in an otherwise very red part of the country is awesome! <3
This absolutely delighted our social media team, thank you so much for the message! :D
Every day I am haunted by the fact that Jupiter Ascending was not based off of a million word space opera fantasy book series and that I cannot go to the library and take out like six door-stopper sized volumes of sheer unhinged gendervibes-y space werewolf bee queen batshittery where every new freudian space eugenicist villain talks like he's trying to eat the scenery's pussy out harder than the last guy. 😔
"I'm lying to you but this sentence is technically the truth without context" is such a good trope. Like yes the way that I am spinning these words forms a lie but if you squint I'm actually not lying.
When your boyfriend suggested a hike, you were quick to agree. Things hadn't been going well between the two of you, so you hoped this would be a chance to talk. Little did you know, your boyfriend had already made up his mind about dumping you, quite literally in the middle of nowhere.
You got a leg cramp and had to sit down for a while. The sun was setting, so he said he'd go to the top of the ridge and see how much farther there was to go. You had your suspicions but in the end, you trusted him, and what a mistake that was.
He's gone before you can even call his name. For a long time you sit there in shock, rubbing the tight muscles in your leg, trying not to panic. You have a map, but you hardly know how to use it. Hiking isn't your thing, and you can't remember the way back. You get to your feet and hobble up the ridge, hoping you'll be able to spot him, but he's already gone. Tears start to well in your eyes as rage swells in your chest. This is it. If you somehow make it back safely, you're going to end things with him. He's going to regret his actions, beg and tell you that he didn't mean it, that he didn't realize you'd fallen so far behind. He's done it before, just not on this scale.
He probably wants me dead. That dark thought seeps into your mind and you swipe the tears from your cheeks. You're not just going to sit here and accept your fate. You take a step forward.
SNAP.
You pause at the sound of a twig breaking. That wasn't you.
"H-hello?" You call out into the growing darkness, squinting as the sun fades and takes the last of the light with it.
You didn't think this hike would be so long and you didn't bring a source of light, and your phone somehow ended up with your boyfriend.
"Is someone out here?" You try again. "Hello–"
Something warm bumps against your hand and you scream and pedal backwards, falling on your ass.
"Sorry," a voice whispers in the dark. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh my god, so I'm not the only one out here. Can you help me?" The adrenaline racing through you causes you to speak too quickly, without thinking.
What if this isn't a good person? What if they're out here looking for victims who are lost and alone? A chill comes over you, especially when you realize the person is in the dark, same as you.
"Are you lost?" They ask.
You listen to the way they speak. They have an odd accent and a lisp that makes their words end in a hiss.
"I..."
"It's okay, I'll help you."
Something touches your hand. Fingers entwine with yours and pull you up from the ground. Their fingers end in sharp curves. Claws?
"What–" you try to pull your hand away, but they hold on tight.
"Careful, you might fall," they murmur.
Something clunks and rattles.
"What's that?" You peep out, unsure whether to cling to them for safety, or run because they are the danger.
"My bones," they say softly.
You don't realize how scared you are until you take a breath and it turns into a sob.
"P-please don't hurt me," you say meekly. "I just want to go home. My boyfriend left me–"
"Shhh, I know, and I won't hurt you. Not you," the voice says.
You stumble along in the dark, fearfully clinging to their too-long fingers and sharp claws. The moon is little more than a sliver in the sky, and the most you can make out of the thing beside you is their freakishly tall form and antlers on their head that are strung with tiny bones like a wind chime. The bones rattle every time they turn their head to look at you. You snap your eyes away, your heart pounding in your chest.
You don't dare say anything else for the next five minutes. Suddenly your feet hit asphalt, and you stumble. They catch you, but you hear your shirt rip as their claws shear through. They readjust and grab your arm instead, apologizing.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt," you murmur.
A highway stretches before you, dipping towards the starry horizon. Insects buzz and the wind is a whispered howl in the trees.
"A car will come," the being says. "This land traps people. Please don't return."
"Are you trapped?" You ask.
They're silent for a while. "I'm used to it," they reply.
You hear the distant sound of an approaching car.
"Be safe," they say hastily. "I must go."
As headlights crest over the hill, you catch a glimpse of their lumbering form and pointed antlers as they slip back into the trees. You manage to hitch a ride and get home safely. You find your boyfriend huddled in a corner of the living room, looking like he's seen a ghost. His backpack is ripped to shreds, clawed in the same way that your shirt is, except he looks like he's had a much more violent experience.
He's shocked to see you're alive and barely protests when you kick him out of your house. He keeps asking what happened to your shirt, and if you saw it too. He tells you he's afraid it's going to come back and kill him and he's almost mad with fear. He runs off with his phone glued to his ear, and you have a feeling this is the last time you'll see him.
Today my Advanced Clinical Pathology professor trailed off in the middle of class and said, “If I seem distracted, it’s because last night I was talking with a friend and she asked ‘Who’s that chick in Titanic?’ but all I heard was ‘Chicken Titanic,’ and ever since then I’ve been thinking about a chicken on the bow of the Titanic like Kate Winslet, wings held high. It’s all I can think about.”
You listen to music regularly? Why? Have you even tried quitting? Could you quit? You get music stuck in your head? Wow. You're so ruined and music brained. I bet you make your partners listen to music with you when you have sex. Music addiction has really ruined a whole generation. You know it's not realistic to expect reverb in real life, right? You're probably so desensitized that you don't even feel anything anymore when you hear a bird singing that it wants some fuck.
If you're someone who wants to be able to find (or avoid) ships while reading on AO3, odds are good that a fan coder out there has created a user script that could help you out.
User scripts are similar to extensions. You add them to your browser to automatically adjust web pages for you. User scripts allow you the opportunity to personalize them, however, which is wonderful for things like AO3 filters.
Here are a few that might be worth a look:
AO3 multishipper saviour - if you want to read about a particular character in a relationship without specifying any other person. The relationships can be specified to be romantic or platonic or both.
AO3: Reorder Ship Tags - Automatically reorders relationship tags on work blurbs so romantic ships (/) always appear before platonic ships (&).
AO3 Relationship/Character Highlighter - highlights the ship/character you’re looking for if they appear in the first two relationship/character tags.
AO3 romantic relationship savior - hides all romantic relationships in sort & filter page that has "/"
AO3 First Relationship Tag Filter - toggle on the script if you're browsing a relationship tag and all the works that don't have that tag as their first tag will be hidden. Works on both romantic (/) and platonic (&) relationships.
AO3 relationship savior - hides works that have too many relationships in them.
AO3 Only Show Primary Pairing - will hide fics that don't have the designated pairing listed first in the tags.
AO3 Only Show Primary Pairing (Auto) - The difference between this and Neeve's script is that it automatically detects the primary pairing, little to no configuration needed.
AO3 Show every pairing except THAT one - Remove relationship tags from script which you do not want to read.
If you want to save your filters, there are two ways to go about it.
If you do the same search/filter every time, just bookmark the results page with your browser. The URL contains all of your filters, so every time to visit that URL, you'll get the pre-filtered, updated results.
If you use the same filters on different searches (e.g. always filter out Character Death in every fandom), then you can use a bookmarklet to run your filters for you. Instructions on how to set it up can be found here.
Remember when Lil Nas X beautifully explored his sexuality, seduced and killed the devil to the banger of all time, and instead of cheering on this openly gay and proud Black artist for his artistry and fighting back against respectability politics, suddenly said respectability politics was all the Queerest Place on the Internet cared about? Hm. Wonder what happened there.
Anyway I miss him and hope he's doing better with his mental health 🙏🏾
Like say what you want about "bad queer representation", but this was the song that made me openly and happily accept that I was bisexual. To see him up there Black and beautiful, making music that I love, absolutely killing it? Yeah. You couldn't tell me shit. This man made me proud to be out. "This will make them think we're evil for being gay" hey newsflash dawg-
Today my Advanced Clinical Pathology professor trailed off in the middle of class and said, “If I seem distracted, it’s because last night I was talking with a friend and she asked ‘Who’s that chick in Titanic?’ but all I heard was ‘Chicken Titanic,’ and ever since then I’ve been thinking about a chicken on the bow of the Titanic like Kate Winslet, wings held high. It’s all I can think about.”
easy to miss that one of the reasons maternal mortality is diminished so extremely by modern medicine is that modern medicine makes it so much more possible to identify the pregnancies that will die and take you with them, or are otherwise unacceptably high risk. and then discontinue those ones safely, before it's too late.
thought about this because it's so frustrating when people argue that 'dying in childbirth' is a historical sort of event that doesn't happen nowadays (false) and therefore is irrelevant to the legal status of abortion, since it's not a real danger.
except it super is, and i think a lot of people haven't noticed that this argument in addition to simply being incorrect is basically the same as when people say we don't need vaccines for deadly diseases because no one gets those now anyway.
like yeah one reason for that is we vaccinate everybody ffs.
Note: after the end of Roe v Wade in the US, the maternal mortality rate (and the infant mortality rate) are showing clear increases in the states with the strictest anti-abortion laws.
Forcing people to carry high risk or non viable pregnancies to term kills.
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