Aliases and Names: SpawnofEris, Unknown Entity, or any other nickname pertaining/alluding to those (e.g.Spawn, UnEn).
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Age: I'm a minor but I won't be giving out my specific age. My age range is 14-17
Gender/Pronouns: I am Bigender (I will not be disclosing my AGAB). I use she/they/he and prefer masc, femme, and gender neutral terms.
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Nationality: Bajan!! (AKA Barbadian)
Hyperfixations/Interests: I'm an artist--I enjoy drawing and writing; my (current/biggest) hyperfixations include (but are not limited to):
Hanging on for dear life right now:
-Bungo Stray Dogs
-Alien Stage
-Cult of the Lamb
-South Park Foreign Kids
-Grey Lock (Analogue Horror)
Other Media Interests: Arcane, Hilda (the Netflix Series), Wakfu, Green Yuri/TGSWIIWAGAA, I <3 Amy, The Owl House, Amphibia, Demon Slayer, Mech Cadets, She-Ra and the Princess of Power, etc
Basic Blog Info: Heyo! This is meant to be a multifandom art/writing blog. However, it's mostly dominated by reblogs at the moment. However, with (most of) my original posts, I will try to post some of my hyperfixation or OC art and writing!
[New!!] Tag System:
#SpawnSpeaks=Original text posts (And maybe a few reblogs where I said things that I wanted to find later lol.)
#SpawnDoodles=Original art
#SpawnScribbles=Original writing
#OutoftheVoid=Random posts/Shitposts/A few of my reblogs
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Extra: I have (suspected) AuDHD & Social Anxiety; I'm a therian. However, I will rarely mention it or reblog anything related to it; I use tone tags! So, please consider using them where necessary. I understand that not everyone is familiar with/understands tone tags so I will be putting their meanings in brackets in posts.
if I had even slightly less self control I would reblog the "tumblr is a nightmare for people with ocd" post 500 times a day but I think we all know this already. hoooooooooooooooooly shit
Something I really struggle to get people to understand is that like. Sometimes there was no intentional homoerotic subtext, the author was just extremely misogynistic. Sometimes the author wasn't "secretly shipping" those two men, the author literally just hates women so much that they see them as being literally incapable of relationships with depth. Like this is kind of a big thing with misogyny actually. A lot of extremely misogynistic people truly believe that a man can only have meaningful and complex relationships with other men because they literally just think women are so inferior they only exist to birth children and clean the house. It's like when people say along the lines of "no one worships exclusively men quite like straight men do". It's just that phenomenon actually. That happens to be manifesting in a raging misogynist's writing. Writing a man character who literally only puts effort into his friendships with other men while completely ignoring his literal girlfriend or wife is actually an extremely straight thing to write. And that doesn't mean you can't ship those men or that there are no stories with actual intentional homoerotic subtext. I just think it's important to be able to recognize extreme misogyny in writing and acknowledge it without brushing it off and assuming good intentions when literally all evidence is screaming that this was a misogynistic writing choice and not a representing gay men choice.
the way ive had to drop ppl for this and theyd get angry at me and thought i was like defending capitalism or somethin instead of the fact that id always get targeted immediately after they were caught
hear me out, this is a good way to exercise white privilege as a form of protest and we SHOULD be stealing more and commiting more petty crimes against corporations. More than any minority
the fact that this is ur take away when the discussion is nonblacks putting black ppl in literal danger bc of not caring how certain behavior automatically gets blamed on us regardless of if we r participating bc of rampant racism….yall make everything bout ur selves u cant help it 😭
if ur a trans girl and ur partner is not an ardent transfeminist, frankly you need to dump their bitch ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you.
if ur a trans boy and ur partner is not an ardent antitransmisandrist, frankly you need to dump their bitch ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you.
if ur nonbinary and ur partner is not an ardent antiexorsexist, frankly you need to dump their bitch ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you.
if ur intersex and ur partner is not an ardent anti-intersexist, frankly you need to dump their bitch ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you.
From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!
[Image ID: a post made by NASHVILLE ZOO that says: We're asking our community to stand with us in protecting the animals, habitats, people and future of Nashville Zoo. A proposed 69,000-square-foot data center is planned for property directly adjacent to the Zoo. While developers claim the facility will have no impact, no environmental studies or impact assessments have been conducted to evaluate potential effects on our animals, visitors, staff, or the surrounding community. Data centers consume enormous amounts of electricity and water; straining power grids, depleting natural resources, and damaging our watershed. With nothing more than the word of a profit-seeking developer, how are we to know this new data center will not lead to irreversible damage to the animals we exist to protect? We cannot afford to find out years from now how this facility has negatively impacted our 1.4 million annual visitors, our local community, or the 3,000 animals entrusting us with their care. We are calling on the Nashville community to join us in our fight to stop this data center from being built, now. Please sign our petition and say yes to the Zoo by saying no to the new data center. End Image ID].
I am in elementary school. I have discovered something in myself that is different from my peers. I have no words to express this feeling, so I instead live in discomfort for years and years and believe it to be normal.
I am in seventh grade. I have lost my entire friend group because a rumor was spread that because I am queer, I must be a creep. My last sleepover with those friends was spent sitting in the same room as them while they texted each other talking shit about me.
I am in seventh grade. I have endured homophobic bullying from snarky comments to food being thrown at me in the cafeteria, and today finally swing back. I get one of the bullies on the floor and the teacher breaks us up. I get in trouble for fighting while she continues to bully me. Nothing is done about the bullying when I speak up about it.
I am in seventh grade. I am being outed to my entire classroom by the people I share a table with. They are walking to every single desk and telling each classmate I am queer. I watch as every head turns to look at me in disgust. I am completely alienated from that class and spend my days working alone.
I am fourteen or fifteen. The discomfort I have lived with my entire life finally has a name: dysphoria. I have come out to my family as trans. I am in my room alone on my birthday, crying because every card has "girl" on it.
I am fourteen or fifteen. I get a tone with a family member because I am tired of her excuses for continuously misgendering me. Her husband corners me outside and threatens to hit me if I ever talk back to her again, and tells me my identity is made up. My family sides with him.
I am fifteen and sixteen. I wish I could die instead of living in stagnancy.
I am seventeen. My country is passing law after law to restrict my community. Trans people are going missing and being murdered, and their lights are snuffed without so much as a whimper. I am disgusted and afraid and grieving alongside my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings.
I am twenty. I do not speak to much of my family anymore, my mother has only ever called me my birth name, and I have lost every single friend I ever had except one, and had to rebuild myself and my circle from the ground up. Family holidays are hollow. I have self harm scars permanently etched on my skin, purple half-moons under my eyes that are like stains at this point, and I will never forget how I have been treated and what I have endured. My heart breaks knowing millions out there experience the same things and worse.
I am twenty. I am crying in my boyfriend's arms about not feeling like a real man. I am hearing him reassure me that he sees me for me and he loves me as the man I am. My small friend group strictly calls me by my chosen name and pronouns. I am in love, I have more support than ever, and for once, I'm starting to feel glad I'm alive, glad that I held on. For once, I have hope.
I am twenty. It is pride month and I am hearing the same complaints over and over again. And I am not apologizing for existing a little more brightly this month. We have all fucking earned it.
I am seven. A girl I was close with, I always thought was pretty, but notice that the way I see her as pretty isn't just compliments. I say nothing, because of how confused I am.
I am ten. I read a book, The Mighty Heart of Sunny St. James, and the main characters are two sapphic teenagers. I now understand why I felt so different around that girl, and I mention it to my mother and grandmother. They sit me down for the gentle but usual “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve”. I say nothing.
I am thirteen, shit's fucked to sum it up. I'm still sapphic, but I have to hide under the label of AroAce, because the next talk I got is more aggressive.
I am fourteen. I get introduced to social media, a quiet site that not many know. I discover many identities, and label myself a demigirl and a lesbian. It shifts to nonbinary, but it doesn't feel right.
I am fourteen. My mother takes my phone because she saw my messages, and I have to resort to emails to my friends. I get a girlfriend behind my mother's back.
I am fourteen, and I write a letter to my mother, explaining how crushing it feels for everyone BUT me in my family to be accepted. I'm one of the fortunate ones, I know, because she changes herself to accept and support. She holds me after my breakup.
I am fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. My identity changes over time to genderfluid unlabeled, agender sapphic, agender unlabeled, and finally (and currently) agender biromantic asexual. My partner of almost four years, who is genderfluid, doesn't care about my gender identity in the slightest and misgenders me. I don't realize this is wrong until my mother intervenes. That's my first introduction to discrimination within our own community.
I am eighteen, nineteen. I'm finally comfortable in my own skin, but the political climate is becoming dangerous. I'm not as vocal about my identity unless a small business, not a large business, makes it clear they're allies.
I am nineteen. Laws are still being brought up to oppress my community.
im five years old and my best friend is the prettiest girl ive ever seen, but when my family asks if i have a crush and tease me over a boy i know, i yell at them because im uncomfortable and i dont know why my girl best friend comes to mind
im eleven and i find out about gender identities. I start to explore. Nothing feels right yet, but im definitely not cis. Some of my friends look really pretty
im twelve and i have a girlfriend behind my parents back. They find out. My mother cries for days and doesnt talk to me for a week. I find out she was considering disowning me
im thirteen and i try to come out as nonbinary. I get grounded and my mother tells me thats not how god made me
i am fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and my friends call me a different name and use different pronouns and i see the judgement on my parents faces but they learned that no matter what, i will not stop being trans
i am fifteen and in an abusive relationship, my partner hits me and doesnt let me speak. Im too scared to seek help from my parents in fear of them due to being in a queer relationship
im sixteen and we’re sitting in a restaurant and my father calls me a faggot to my face
im seventeen and the political climate is getting rough and the laws at my school over not being allowed to go by another name or pronouns without parent permission is suffocating, i cry every day in almost every class for weeks and i nearly get up and scream several times. I cant tell my parents about how i feel
im seventeen and my father tells me how ill find a nice guy to marry and have kids with even though ive been out as gay for half my life now. It hurts
im eighteen, the politcal climate is awful, im openly queer to be strong for others who cant, but i carry an alarm everywhere i go in fear. Im trans and aromantic and not accepted for either by my family, people ive known for a while keep misgendering me, and i get told im delusional in a lot of places.
i still have it pretty easy compared to so many other queer individuals. Laws are getting worse, some places still outlaw queerness and some places make it punishable by death.
so you're telling me the fifa world cup is all men? its all men's teams? and so is the superbowl? and all the sports teams that states are known for and make copious amounts of merch for are also men's teams? and only 5 women have ever entered formula one since its inception in 1950 and only two of them were able to compete? and this is normal? its acceptable?
Even for apps where they don’t have a publicly stated minimum, their algorithms will bury you.
4 stars does not mean 4 stars. It means 1.4 stars.
If you give a person a 4 star rating, to these companies, you are not saying “I was mostly satisfied with the service, but there’s always room for improvement”—which is what 4 stars should mean—you are voting for them to be fired.
Genuinely, do not ever give people 4 star ratings on gig service apps for any reason that is not a safety issue where their continuation on the app could seriously hurt people.
If someone gives you “just OK” service where you don’t want to give them 5 stars, but you don’t actively hate their existence and hope they die, just don’t rate them.
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
*taps mic* the queer community needs to make more effort to make pride events accessible despite corporate influence on pride and structural inaccessibility.
the queer community needs to hype up disability pride month (july btw) while queer pride month is happening. the queer community needs to amplify disabled queer experiences.
the queer community needs to recognize intersex people and how many of us have disabilities related to our intersex variation - and this Still Does Not Prove Eugenicists Right.
the queer community needs to fight ableism and love disabled people. queer or not. also quick question. why do you think the right paints us as insane predators.
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