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Bea-Italy-She/Her-Born in the 1997 Still searchingfor an icon 😂😂

[coloredcompulsion]

[keskaowl]

tags from coloredcompulsion:

[2urban2fantasy-deactivated20241]

“Could you be the chosen one?”

“I am very much the guy who’s here.”

[lifewithchronicpain]

[peterokii]

sketches for Palestine

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

[liberalsarecool]

Liberation for the vulnerable!!

[versegm]

Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.

[versegm]

It's gonna come as a surprise to most of you, but if you don't want to do that for whatever reason you're allowed to not reblog this post. I'm not holding a gun to your head here I'm just trying to spread the word for people who do want a backup of their stuff.

[magz]

Also, made this guide for backup Tumblr blogs (ft. export blog method, and python 3 script method):

How To Backup Your Tumblr Blog

Tumblr Backup (Python 3 Script) Index Summary What this does: Things used in this method: How to set up: Setting up Python If you messed it

[bisexualbaker]

I swear I did this before the Porn Purge and then completely lost the how-to link, so thank you @magz​ for sharing it again!

[bisexualbaker]

Reblogging this again in light of Tumblr's actual death knell possibly having actually sounded maybe.

[givemeunicorns]

I have been noodling over posting this for several days but I think it's important for some people to hear.

At a March on Saturday, at a pro Palestine march, my group and I were targeted by by nazis. Not targeted for violence, but targeted for recruitment. They weren't wearing swastikas, they weren't spewing blatant antisemitic hate speech. They seemed like two normal dudes. They marched with us, talked about how awful everything in Palestine was, how we wished world leaders would grow a pair and hold Israel responsible for fucking war crimes, how existing in the world right now was hard. They were empathetic, they were kind, they seemed like genuine good dudes.

Until we passed a synagogue where people were handing our water to marchers. They had signs defending Palestine on their table. But the tone of the conversation changed. These two seemingly normal dudes started talking about how "performative" the gesture felt, that Jewish people should be doing more. That they needed to PROVE it. They started talking about "Zionist" propaganda in the US, about how it was deeply entrenched in capitalism. Things that, on the surface, seemed reasonable but it set off alarm bells in my head.

When I was a kid, I remember getting the speech of "don't repeat anything your uncle or cousin so and so says and don't argue with them. Try to avoid them but if you can't be polite." Because those uncles and cousins said a lot of hateful things about anyone who wasn't like them, but their favorite targets were black people and Jewish people. I would find out as an adult it was because many of those uncles and cousins were in the Klan. When I studied hate symbols for a class in college, I found my self looking at images I'd seen on arms and necks and hands my whole life, because I live in an area of the US where the KKK is still around. And standing in that crowd, listening to these guys talk, i had the most horrible realization I've had in a long time.

We were being fished by Nazis. We were a group of able body, white American leftists. At a march in support of stopping the murder and genocide of Palestinians, these motherfuckers were out here, trying to find people they could get to hate Jewish folks. I wasn't the only one in my group who clocked it, and when we called them on it, the masks came off. They called us a bunch of "Jew loving bitches" before they moved on.

But we're marched with these guys for a couple hours, talked with them, laughed with them, brought them into our circle. For a moment we forgot we also weren't immune to propaganda, we weren't immune to people who make hate sound reasonable and that people like that never start out saying the quiet part out loud, they lean on your anger and your sense of helplessness to move you where they want you. If the last eight years has taught us anything, it's that fascists know how to adjust to the times, to work with what they got, to recruit. They know how to radicalize people, how to weaponize anger and helplessness. And I'm sitting here, every day, seeing posts that sound exactly like these guys did and it worries me.

I know I'm talking to the No Reading Comprehension Website, but I'm begging you guys to develop some now.

You are not immune to propaganda. We are all angry, as we fucking should be. We are watching an entire culture, thousands of lives, whole bloodlines, being wiped out in real time, and for many of us our nations are at best, wringing their hands, and at worst, shipping them weapons, all to protect capitalist greed. It's monstrous, it's disgusting. But look, REALLY LOOK, at the things you are tweeting, sharing, look at the language and how it's used. Take the time to educate yourself about how hate groups use social justice causes and civil unrest to recruit, research the posts your spreading, check your sources. If you are out protesting, be situationally aware, and do not be afraid to clock and call out Nazis. Listen to Jewish people, listen to their concerns, educate yourself on what Zionism and antisemitism actually are and how they can be weaponized. It doesn't feel as good as rage, it doesn't feel as good as having a group you can functionally rail against in a way we can't against a nation a world away, but it's a skill that's going to help you and a lot of other people in the long run.

[i-am-aprl]

[ID: A video clip showing a Black person in a green coat interviewing an elderly white person holding up a flag, with more protesters in the background displaying Palestinian flags.

The interviewer asks, "Why is it important for you to be here today?"

The protester responds, "Well, uh, I'm Jewish, I'm Israeli, my parents were the only survivors of their families from the Holocaust. They both survived Auschwitz. I'm not going to support genocide am I?

"I'm here with the Palestinians, and we are here with Palestine, because we don't believe that what the British government is doing is correct. The British government is supporting this genocide! It's arming Israel, it's financing Israel.

"BBC and the other media here is supporting genocide. This is illegal. This is immoral. We don't agree with it, we will never agree with it, and as Jews -- and myself as Israeli -- I am totally against it, and we will continue to be against it.

There are now more than 60 such events in the whole of Britain, uh, people don't want to support this. They are against this government on so many other issues, but especially on this one."

Another elderly white protester next to the first joins in, leaning forward to add:

"And, also, this didn't start on October the 7th. In 1948, Palestinian villages, hundreds of them --"

Another elderly protester interjects specifically, "500 of them".

The second protestor nods and continues, "were demolished, thousands of Palestinians, innocent men, women, and children were slaughtered, and seven-hundred and fifty thousand Palestinian refugees were created. That's when it started, and it hasn't stopped since!"

End ID.]

[kedreeva]

When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.

One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and I’m pretty sure Google didn’t exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.

I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didn’t ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.

I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.

I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered.  When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldn’t go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.

She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasn’t going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.

I don’t know why I’m remembering this so hard tonight, and I’m not sure if there’s a point to sharing this, except that I know she’s gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didn’t have to be boring, it wouldn’t have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasn’t ‘a kid’ anymore. And she’s gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.

And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. I’m an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasn’t always. I’ve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steel’s presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks don’t belong in fandom, and that they shouldn’t interact with younger folks at all, and I just think… I can’t agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.

So I guess, like, if you’re here and you’re 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if you’re younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.

[devooshawrites]

This hits hard…because I’ve been that younger folk and interacted with amazing older folks when I first started poking around on the internet. Back before web browsers, when telnet and usenet were a thing. When AOL was a thing. When the web consisted of text only viewed through Lynx. I took a class in college on how to use the new World Wide Web.

Not sure how many of my followers know this, but I’m that ‘older folk’ now. Next year I celebrate turning fifty. While I understand the need for younger people to be vigilant and aware of interactions with older fans (I’ve talked to younger fans and have heard the stories of grooming and abuse), it does hurt when I’m shut out of a space because I happened to have been born when Nixon was president.

During Covid, that trend on Twitter where, all of a sudden, all these ‘love you’ accounts sprung up? *character name* loves you - and if they followed you back, they loved you. It was such a cool and fun concept, I thought. It spread positivity, and watching the accounts interact with each other was so fun! So I joined. I created an account for the mother of one of the characters of my main fandom. I figured…I love her, I am about her age, and I would love to play the mother figure. It was so great the first few days. The way I interacted not only with the accounts of the other characters…but with the fans themselves! I don’t remember smiling so much at that point. The world had shut down, but here I was, making fans laugh and smile. It was amazing.

Then. One of the account owners decided that we should have a Discord group for the fandom love you accounts. I immediately joined, and filled out the introduction. I’ve always been transparent about myself online. I’ve never hidden my age. And while I didn’t put my exact age in the introduction, I put ‘late 40’s’.

Someone in the general chat channel said “Wait…devoosha? You’re in your 40’s?” I replied “Yep! :)”.

Next thing I know, I’m kicked out of the Discord, and also the group chat on Twitter. At first, I thought maybe I had done something technically wrong. But I found out quickly from a few of the others, that one of the younger kids had freaked out and demanded I be blocked. I was allowed to interact with the users playing my character’s family members and certain other characters, but I couldn’t interact with others.

All my joy for the game drained out of me. It was the first time my age had become an issue - for ANYTHING in my life. I certainly wouldn’t put myself in a position to make anyone uncomfortable - that’s not who I am - but these individuals never even gave me a chance. I admit I’m not perfect, but I’ve never intentionally caused harm or hurt anyone…and if I have, I’m the first to acknowledge it and apologize. I’ve always tried to create safe spaces for younger folks. I help mod a Discord for our fandom that has a ton of young kids in it, and we are fiercely protective of them.

To know I was lumped in with predators and groomers just because that first number in my age was a 4 instead of a 1 or 2…that hurt.

It still does.

I don’t know if young kids today think that once you graduate college, you have to give up everything that brings you happiness or that you have to give up what makes you, you. I don’t know. I’m a grown-ass, almost-50-year-old woman with a full-time job (21 years at current job) and a mortgage, who writes fanfiction, squeals over fanart, buys merchandise, goes to cons, and collects Funko Pops. My house is decorated with fandom merch - in my living room and dining room. My backpack and work bag are Avengers, I wear fandom t-shirts on Saturdays to work, I have fandom plush sitting on my loveseat right now, I’m trying to figure out how to display the light sabers my husband and I built last time we were at Disney, and I have to buy a new charm display to hang more charms up in the dining room. I live and breathe my favorite fandoms.

I would think seeing that would give, like the above says, hope that you don’t have to give up the things you love just because you grow up into an adult. I did, for awhile, and I was fucking miserable. When dear husband and I finished hanging up the last of the fanart in the living room, having finished the dining room, and I got to look around at all the stuff I love displayed in the two rooms we spend the most time in - where our friends spend the most time when they visit - I felt so HAPPY. I’m sitting here now, looking at our Avengers art, the Star Wars legos, the Given/Yuri on Ice/EEnE/Promare/Sk8 fanart, and the Disney/Klance/Avengers/YOI plush on the loveseat…and still feel that jolt of happiness. It should be an encouraging thing.

Yet…it’s always in the back of my head. “I’m too old to be this way”. That’s what I’ve been told online, by young kids who don’t understand.

Yes, be wary of older folks online. There are those who are bad and who have evil intentions. But to gatekeep fandom love from people who are older and, sometimes, wiser, is a slippery slope. I love getting to know the younger folk in fandom. I feel it gives me a fresh perspective on the world. I’ve always felt that the more people you get to know - especially the more people who are different from you - benefits the world by opening up the mind. When you can see that people who are different from you deep down are actually the same - those issues we have with racism, genderism, ageism, transphobia/homophobia/queerphobia, sexism will disappear. Just as I learn from younger folk…I feel younger folk can learn from older folk. We’ve actually ‘been there, done that’ and can usually offer advice or a sympathetic ear.

Not all of us older folk are bad. I’d say that the greatest majority of us older folk aren’t bad. Be careful, yes, but don’t exclude. We need each other.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

With a Kiss Consume- Final Chapter

Ch. 6- As Boundless as the Sea

Summary:

After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Previous: Ch. 5- Seal with a Righteous Kiss a Dateless Bargain

Start from the beginning: Ch. 1- Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

“Book” 1: These Violent Delights

Playlists:

These Violent Delights Playlist

With a Kiss, Consume Playlist

KeiDabi Playlist (all TVD&WaKC songs)

Keidabi Fluff Only playlist (specific to ch.4 onward)

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Updated!

[silverhawk]

can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??

a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.

[wbicepuppy]

no come back ma’am

[spoookiepie]

*under my breath* underwater girlfriend

[transmechanicus]

underwater wife

[jambambles]

Underwater love of my underwater life

[gailynovelry]

There are benefits to being a marine biologist

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Ch. 4 With a Kiss, Consume- Dabihawks fic

Summary:

After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Update: Ch. 4- A Smoke Raised with the Fume of Sighs

Prev. Chapter: Ch. 3- Give Me My Sin Again

Start from the beginning: Ch. 1- Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

First Part: These Violent Delights

These Violent Delights Playlist

With a Kiss, Consume Playlist

KeiDabi Playlist (all TVD&WaKC songs)

Specific to chapter 4 onward, Keidabi Fluff playlist

[chibird]

Motivational penguin friend believes in you! ❤ Keep doing great!

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon

[chibird]

The power of those big sparkly eyes is boundless. ✨

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Ch. 3 With a Kiss, Consume- Dabihawks fic

Summary:

After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Update: Ch. 3- Give Me My Sin Again

Prev. Chapter: Ch. 2- A Rose by Any Other Name

Start from the beginning: Ch. 1- Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

First Part: These Violent Delights

These Violent Delights Playlist

With a Kiss, Consume Playlist

KeiDabi Playlist (all TVD&WaKC songs)

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

I search the skies within you, just to see a rainbow.

Lineart by me, color by the INCREDIBLE @beautiful-typhoons ♡♡♡

A sneak peek at what's to come in With a Kiss, Consume because it's Dabi's birthday 🥰

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

With a Kiss, Consume- a Dabihawks fanfic

Summary:

After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Ch. 2- A Rose by Any Other Name

Previous chapter: Ch. 1- Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

First Part: These Violent Delights

These Violent Delights Playlist

With a Kiss, Consume Playlist

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

With a Kiss, Consume- TVD Sequel

Summary: After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Sequel to These Violent Delights

Chapter 1: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

These Violent Delights

With a Kiss Consume Playlist

Alright, we’re kicking this off klajdfkald with a huge thanks to my lovely Mely and Neida for feedback when I panicked alksdjfk

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

I gotta set up the right links but I need to speed clean first♡ chapter two is up!

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

With a Kiss, Consume- TVD Sequel

Summary: After Endeavor’s death and the exposure of the Commission, the Dabi, Keigo, and the rest of the League set up in Tokyo to lay low for a while. With Keigo’s wings gone and Dabi’s need for vengeful justice sated, both of them struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They’re more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Sequel to These Violent Delights

Chapter 1: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

These Violent Delights

With a Kiss Consume Playlist

Alright, we’re kicking this off klajdfkald with a huge thanks to my lovely Mely and Neida for feedback when I panicked alksdjfk