The age verification thing is horseshit!!!!!! full stop!!!!! Everyone knows the moderation on this site explicitly targets transgender people, especially trans women & transfeminist allies, people of color, and other marginalized groups, often marking their blogs and flagging their posts as mature.
This new update will explicitly take away the visibility of marginalized people. Raise hell about it. Write reviews and call in like we did for the reblog update. If anything, this is even more important than that one, especially for trans women and people of color who are already flagged.
I'd like to thank @trashpanda365 for sending me those videos about the building collapse in Miami and guaranteeing that I'm going to have nightmares tonight about being in a collapsing high rise.
It's also making me think back to the Hyatt Regency disaster.
For @whumptober2020 day 27: OK, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card? (specifically "earthquake" and "power outage," kind of.)
Continues on from day four, wherein Aziraphale met up with a distraught coworker, waited for Crawly at the base of the Tower of Babel, and then it fell on him, day five, wherein Aziraphale did his best to help the citizens of Babylon, and was caught by demons for his trouble, day eight, wherein Aziraphale found brief and unexpected camaraderie among the prisoners of Hell, day eleven, wherein Hell tried to make a deal with Aziraphale, day twelve, wherein Crawly finally stops by, and doesn’t help, day fourteen, wherein Hell subjects Aziraphale to a very unpleasant experience, which is admittedly kind of Hell’s brand, and day twenty-four, wherein all the lights go out and someone (who could it possibly be???) springs Aziraphale and guides him through the tunnels of Hell.
Aziraphale/f!Crawly. Content warning for structural collapse and being buried alive briefly.
As Aziraphale and his mysterious... savior? Secondary kidnapper? Well, whoever they were, as the two of them hurried through the pitch black tunnels of Hell, tripping over each other and little stones in the corridors, Aziraphale felt something wrong. He'd been spiritually uncomfortable the whole time he was in Hell; the whole place was hostile to him, and he could feel it. It was like something was pacing just outside his physical body, waiting to seep inside him and claw him apart if he didn't pay attention. But this was different. This was... The hairs on his body all stood on end before he perceived the rumbling from behind them.
His guide broke into a run as the ground began to shake, first mildly, and then violently. Stones rained on their heads and Aziraphale's miracles were barely adequate to keep the bigger stones from shattering any of his bones as they fell to the ground. Hopefully whichever demon had taken pity on him was able to deal with the problem sufficiently themselves. Was it Crawly? Aziraphale hoped so, but he didn't dare say her name out loud, in case it got her into trouble.
(Not that he wasn't still cross with her, of course. He was very cross, and that was why he wanted to see her.)
The earthquake -- hellquake? -- became more and more severe, and Aziraphale's guide lost their grip on his wrist, but Aziraphale grabbed their arm himself -- whoever this was, whether they were saving him or using him to scheme, they probably didn't deserve to be crushed by a collapsing tunnel in Hell, and he clung to them as the whole tunnel collapsed around them.
Aziraphale stilled, because it was taking all his strength, miraculous and otherwise, to keep the crushing weight of the dirt and stone above him from crushing them both. His companion had gone still too.
With difficulty, Aziraphale made it so that some stable slabs of stone were by coincidence managing to hold up the worst of the collapse and they were only really buried in gravel and dirt. Retroactive miracles like that were hard, and he didn't really have the energy for more than one, so he'd hoped his companion might be awake to help, but easing one hand around their waist, they stayed still.
"They" was perhaps superfluous now; Aziraphale was pretty sure this was Crawly. Not that he had paid any mind to her physical form, of course. He tried not to think about that as, hanging onto her with one arm, he did an awkward sort of sidestroke through the sand and dirt and gravel around them, swimming them out of the collapsed section of the tunnel until they fell into a clear portion of tunnel.
And -- Aziraphale had to blink several times to be certain it was real -- there was light coming from somewhere above, somewhere very far away. As his eyes remembered how to see again, a long, long staircase coalesced in front of him, ending in a pinprick of maybe-sky somewhere very far above them. He turned the body of his companion face-up and found that it was Crawly, dusty and unhappy-looking and so horribly still that Aziraphale was certain she'd be headed to the recorporation line sooner or later.
He wiped some of the dust out of her face, because it seemed undignified to leave the body like this, even if it wasn't occupied anymore, and recoiled as Crawly began to cough.
She opened her eyes -- they were luminous in the dark -- and Aziraphale helped her sit up. "Angel," she said, looking very relieved. And then, after a moment, she looked so terribly worried. "Angel, I'm --" A coughing fit interrupted her. "I'm ssorry, I didn't -- it wassn't -- you have to believe --" She began coughing again, but her meaning seemed clear enough to him.
"Perhaps you shouldn't speak for a bit," said Aziraphale, helping her to her feet. "We've got a lot of stairs, it looks like; you'll want to save your breath.”
Hey. I cannot express enough how little it affects me if you write hypno, or mechsploitation, or petplay, or forced gender reassignment for transmascs. it's literally fine.
yeah, forcefem is about deconstructing the patriarchal ideal of a person, while forcemasc is about reinforcing it. i understand why a lot of trans women are uncomfy with forcemasc.
but like bimboification is equally pretty misogynist in concept. the whole "embrace femininity by being a dumb sex object" thing is pretty obviously bad if it's an actual ideology. but it isn't in a lot of cases, just like forcemasc!!! So implying that transfeminists are gonna call people transmisogynist for writing kink is kind of reductive.
all this being said, i will never call any TME a transmisogynist just because they write kink posts. that's the entire reason why isuggestforcefem was banned: because people thought kink reflected reality.
I don’t care what you do in your own spare time, as long as you also make an effort to care about transfems instead of vagueposting about the scary leftists who are gonna cancel you at the slightest hint of masculinity. cuz they don’t exist!!!!!
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