On twitter I’m seeing dozens of threads from Black activists warning people against burnout, giving all sorts of useful tips about preventing and managing it for the sake of a long-term, sustainable effort.
On tumblr I’m seeing a hell of a lot of young white kids yelling at anyone who actually follows those steps, and acting like burnout is a moral falling rather than a well-proven psychological phenomenon.
Be careful who you get your information from. Don’t let guilt lead you to make choices that will harm both you and the movement.
I’m going to reblog this again since I see more individuals are inquiring about burnout prevention tips in the notes and it’s why I sought out this resource. I hope it helps you!
this is really important!!! I’d just like to add: doing self care to avoid burnout =\= ignoring or deciding the movement is over. just bc I’ve seen a lot of white “allies” who post one thing and decide they did their part. You don’t always have to be on the cause 24/7- but being an active ally takes more than a single post and a pat on the back before stepping away because you’re tired of being exposed to it.
So one of my best friends IRL is convinced she isnt good at drawing, even after YEARS of me saying otherwise.
Well during this pandemic and not being able to see her she made me a card and put some drawings in it, one of them was this AMAZING Tony artwork and to prove A FUCKING POINT I'm posting it here so please dont let this flop and comment or reblog your opinions.
Tagging some peeps I think might like to see this bc again I csnt let this flop.
Tony came to Las Vegas for business but what would the playboy be if he didn’t spend at least a night of his stay on the strip.
He took two of his men along with him and while the night may have started off tense, after Tony convinced Steve and Bucky to let loose and down a couple of shots it was like he was back in college again. The three men shouted and joked in a way that was definitely not professional but Tony didn’t care.
They deserved a break and if that included Tony retelling his story of how he set that keg stand record at MIT before projectile vomiting on his fling at that time then so be it.
They’d bounced from bars to gambling floors before ending up at a fancy casino. Tony hadn’t drank too much seeing as he had to be up early for a deal with Toomes. He got his phone out planning on calling Happy when the hooting began.
He paid it no mind even as the noise grew and it wasn’t until Steve joined in whistling appreciatively that he glanced up at the stage his mouth running dry instantly.
The prettiest slip of a thing on stage. Flawless cream colored skin that you’d think would get washed out instead shone underneath the lights. Piercing pools of caramel brown eyes that drew him in paired with a cupid’s bow lined in crimson lipstick.
The boy moved fluidly on stage the huge white feathers hiding most of his figure from view. He moved with confidence and grace that only a trained professional could exhibit despite the heavy headdress atop his head. One feather placed in the front and one in the back and he swayed sensually to the beat. He switched his feathers quickly but not quick enough and Tony caught sight of his ass shifting as he felt his dick twitch in his pants.
It seemed like he wasn’t the only me that noticed as the noise grew substantially but the dancer only smirked making sure not to let anything else show. Just as he went to remove one feather the other took its place just as quickly.
He pulled the audience in, shouting and hollering increasing as the feathers traveled farther up exposing his upper thigh before covering himself up again quickly and making a show of looking left and right. There was a pause before he snapped the feathers open revealing his body that was hidden underneath and Bucky must have heard him swear under his breath because he grinned at him knowingly.
His erection was now visible through his pants but he couldn’t be bothered enough to cover it was his eyes remained glued on the beauty in front of him.
Adorned in a bejeweled G-string his small cocklet barely noticeable, pretty pink nipples on display. He kicked high and Tony almost choked on his drink and his thoughts wandered dangerously.
As the final part of the act he removed the underwear dropping it on the stage seductively. Covered by only the fans he strutted off the stage ‘accidentally’ loosing grip on the one covering his ass pretending to notice only when the hooting and hollering of the audience increased at the view of his shapely backside.
Shaking his ass teasingly as he bent over to pick up the fallen feather Tony swallowed thickly, eyes never straying from his figure as he exited the stage beautifully.
He didn’t realize he was still staring until Steve nudged him, “Hey Buck! I think Stark here has the hots for the performer.” The two grinned widely at the sight of their boss whose eyes still hadn’t moved from where the dancer disappeared offstage.
“Give it up one last time for the burlesque dancer Peter Parker for his performance Feathers and Fantasy,” the host announced and the crowd cheered as Peters leg came into view, peeking between the crack in curtains and he ran a hand slowly down what Tony assumed felt like heaven before emerging fully and posing beautifully. The crowd; Tony included, went wild one last time and the boy basked in it.
He knew he was gorgeous. An unattainable beauty that no one could afford. That no amount of money could buy.
He caught the attention of a nearby waiter, “Him,” he pointed to the boy leaving the stage once again, “Peter Parker, let him know I request his presence.”
The waiter nodded and soon enough the scantily clad performer in his flamboyant headdress and towering heels was approaching them effortlessly.
“Mr. Stark, I’m a huge fan you’ve called for me?” The boys voice ran smooth like aged whiskey. He resisted the urge to run his fingers over the delicate porcelain like skin just within his reach.
“Bigger than the ones you used during your performance?” As soon as the words slipped from his lips he wished he could take them back. His first words directed at the beauty weren’t smooth and sultry, didn’t consist of his usual suave manner. It was a fucking pun, and he swore as soon as he heard Barnes poorly muffling his laughter the man would be cleaning his bathrooms next week.
Tony stuttered, “I-let me start over sorry I’m usually better at, than this I don’t know what happening.” he abruptly shut his mouth realizing he was just making it worse. Halfway convinced someone had put something in his drink he snapped his fingers, “Rogers, Barnes go get a drink or something I don’t care just get out of my sight.”
The two men stumbled over each other doing a miserable job at hiding their wide Cheshire grins as they shook in silent laughter. Tony ran a hand through his hair catching Peters looking at him bemusedly.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Before Tony could finish nodding the boy had settled down in his lap his curvy backside pressing purposefully against his...oh.
“You know some men call me mean Mr. Stark, a tease.” Peter turned around throwing a leg over Tony’s lap so he could properly face the man, “They say I put myself on a pedestal because I think I’m untouchable, unattainable,” Peter leaned in close lips brushing against the mob bosses ear, “because I won’t give a man a little ‘special’ attention.”
Tony found his fingers dancing along the Swarovski crystal encrusted G-string as Peter spoke.
“It’s not my fault they can’t have me,” Peter leaned in impossibly closer, “but do you wanna know something Mr. Stark?”
Tony responded voice rough with lust, “What is it baby?”
“I don’t think I’d mind giving you some special attention.”
