Call me JJ :]| Jax | He/They | Autistic | Practicing witch | Aspiring writer but mostly just the worldbuilding part | Overly fascinated by marine biology & fashion history | Artist who can’t stop drawing his characters | D&D enjoyer |
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Please do not lose hope. You matter, your rights matter, and you fighting matters. Everything is scary right now and you're valid to feel whatever emotions you're feeling right now, including loss of hope. But remember this is not the end. We may have lost this battle but that doesn't mean we've lost the war and we NEED people to keep fighting the war.
I'm not going to lie and say everything will be okay. But preparations need to happen and steps need to be taken.
If you are AFAB, do NOT mention anything about being pregnant, trying for pregnancy, or abortions. If you must seek an abortion, pay with cash and speak to those involved in person only. Leave phones in a different room to ensure no one's secretly recording the conversation. For period tracking, either choose a safe non-US based app (Clue is a good one) or start tracking manually by calendar. Stock up on plan B pills and look into long term forms of birth control (IUD, implant, hysterectomy, etc)
If you are trans/LGB+ and you must hide your identity, please do. I KNOW it hurts your mental health. I know it makes you dysphoric and suicidal. Please hold on regardless because the fight for your rights will not stop. Get rid of binders, flags, pins, etc that show your identity.
If you are a POC, interact with those from your community and adjacent ones. Avoid bringing up anything political. If someone asks your stance, tell them you don't discuss politics or you're not into politics. This specific tip applies to all marginalized people
If you are of a marginalized religion, do your best to keep it to yourself. Do not discuss or show your faith unless you know you're safe to do so. Whatever higher power you adhere to will understand if you have to hide, modify, or stop your practices out of fear of persecution.
If you are an undocumented immigrant, do not discuss your status with anyone. Present yourself as a completely legal citizen and avoid discussions about immigration, border security, and international politics.
If you are blatantly political on your social medias and worried for your safety, delete everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Your posts, your accounts, your emails, anything and everything that can be tied to you. Don't underestimate the power of doxxing nor the ambition of those against you.
If anyone has additional tips, please add them to this post. My asks are completely open for anyone who needs a space to vent or needs advice. Take the time to grieve, vent, and figure out your next steps to maintain safety. Be kind to yourself and don't judge your reactions. Take a deep breath and know that this is not over 💙
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I think I’ve talked about it before but the hypersexualized ‘twink feminine trans guy’ thing has caused people’s (mostly cis guys who prey on trans men) idea of what a standard trans guy looks like to be warped.
What is skinny for a cis woman is suddenly fat for a trans guy. Trans guys have to be super underweight to be ‘pretty’. And this pressure to fit into the ‘cute anime boy’ leaks into online spaces. I can’t tell you how many times I got called fat when I was 110lbs by other trans guys who think that the only way to be loved is to fit into what chaser cis men want them to be.
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So I played Portal…
#portal 2#portal#portal turret#companion cube#drawing#art#I am unhealthy attached to the turrets#I cried when I killed them#they sing so pretty#companion frankenturret
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Day 1: Rainstorm
Vampire shuddered as another peal of thunder split the night. Raucous gusts of wind made the whole house creak, and their fists quivered as they pulled the covers up to their nose.
They bit back the beginnings of a whimper, hoping the vampire in the neighboring bed was too fast asleep to notice.
When Vampire was turned...when they finally escaped, one of the first thing they learned about were the safe houses. They were scattered all over the world, sometimes an actual house, other times a church building, a warehouse, a shack, etc. Some were nicer than others, but they were all abandoned, set apart from the ownership of mortals. They were places of refuge for any vampire in a bad spot or who found themselves alone in an unfamiliar place.
Vampire had only arrived at this one yesterday, a little cottage at the very end of a road in the middle of nowhere. As far as they knew only one other vampire was hiding out here, though they'd spent most of the day avoiding Vampire, so they couldn't tell what sort of the person they were. The last thing Vampire wanted was to be an annoyance. The storm could be so much worse if they were kicked out.
A flash of lightning illuminated the small room, sillouhettes of the table, dresser, and neighboring bed flashing across their vision before fading into shadow once again.
The thunder roared
Vampire couldn't hold back their cry this time.
"Ugggh," the other vampire groaned. "What is even happening?"
"N-nothing. I'm s-s-sorry."
The other vampire sat upright, shaggy black hair sticking up allover their head. "Obviously, it's not if you're yelping every two seconds. Spill. I want to sleep."
Vampire really didn't feel like spilling their entire traumatic past to a stranger tonight. "It's really not that big of a deal... I just hate the rain."
The other vampire leaned on their elbow with a wide yawn. "Wha'dya mean? Storms are great. No sun, fewer people, more potent smells."
Vampire really wished they hadn't said that, they could practically smell the wet soil outside already. They closed their eyes and tried to ignore the pattering droplets on the windowpanes, so similar to the incessant drip on their coffin lid a hundred years ago.
"Well that's your opinion," Vampire said through clenched teeth. "That doesn't mean it's pleasant for me."
The other vampire yawned again. "Well, can you suffer a little quieter then?"
Vampire was about to promise silence when another lightning-thunder combo made them shoot upright in bed. They slapped at the lamp on the side table, feeling desperately for the on switch. Too dark, too dark. It closed around them suffocatingly. They couldn't breathe!
A long arm reached over their shoulder and flicked the switch upward, creating a circle of light around their bed. Vampire tilted their head back, staring straight into the other vampire's amber eyes.
"T-thanks," Vampire mumbled. If they could blush, their face would have been on fire.
The other vampire only yawned again, sitting quietly on the edge of Vampire's bed. "You scared of the thunder? Is that it? Or is it loud noises while in the dark?"
"I-I'm not scared!" Vampire said. "I just got startled for a moment, but I'm fine now, so you can just--"
"S'ok," the other vampire said. "I'm scared of bats."
Vampire blinked. "But...you're a vampire."
"They don't have arms. It's weird. Not to mention there's always the risk of rabies."
Vampire found themself chuckling. "I guess that's fair... Do you ever change into a bat then?"
"Heck, no. I have a perfectly good human figure. I don't need to go getting rid of my arms. Flying isn't that special."
Vampire laughed again. "So if I changed into a bat right now?"
"I'd throw this pillow at you." They patted Vampire's pillow a couple times before raising their arms toward the ceiling in a sleepy stretch. "So now that I've talked, what about you? Any dark secrets?"
Vampire worried their fang into their bottom lip. This was weird to talk about. So much more intense than having a fear of bats. But they also couldn't keep crying out like this without explanation.
They took a deep breath. "It was raining the day I was buried."
"Ah."
"The thunder and the rain was what I could hear clearest through the coffin. It was so dark, and small, and terrifying." They clasped their hands together to keep them from trembling. "It been decades. But every time there's a rainstorm it all comes rushing back to me. It's probably stupid, but I just can't get over it."
"S'not stupid," the other vampire said. "You don't just get over being buried alive. I get that." They slid an arm around Vampire's shoulders before freezing. "Sorry, I didn't ask if I could touch you."
Crash!
The wind thrashed the nearby tree's branches against the side of the house. Vampire threw themself against the other vampire's chest.
"It's fine," they squeaked.
The other vampire hugged around their head. "Ok, ok. S'all right. Just listen to my heartbeat."
Vampire listened hard, picking out the sluggish thump.............thump................thump from the sound of the storm.
"It's all ok. Everything's fine."
The other vampire shifted a little to lift their legs onto the mattress. "This ok?"
Vampire nodded into their sternum.
"Want me to stay?"
"You don't have to," Vampire said quietly.
"I'll go back to my bed when you've gone to sleep, how about that?"
Vampire nodded again.
"Ok." The other vampire settled back against the pillows, continuing to hug Vampire to their chest. "Just keep listening to that heartbeat. Listen to my breathing.
Vampire obeyed. Sometimes the thunder still made it through, causing them to stiffen, but it was much easier to ignore when they weren't alone. Soon enough, drowsiness settled over them like a blanket, muffling out everything, even the other vampire's voice--which had slipped from real words into incoherent murmuring.
When Vampire awoke the next morning, the other vampire still held them tight. The rain had stopped.
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I wonder how common of a trick that is now.. I kinda wanna make a poll to find out how many trans/enby/genderfluid folks used this trick to get called their actual name and not their deadname without having to come out
If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it the last five blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3
Sure, why not?
I'm a massive car nerd
I used to eat ants when I was 4
I have 10 chickens
@tameable50 @garmrin @acidl0llip0p @mun-urufu @four-leafed-queer-gal
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Rabbits! Rabbits! Rabbits!
Reblog on the 1st of every month for good luck and fortune to come your way.
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That moment when you finally get over writer’s block & start writing again so you go easy on urself and write a scene only sort of connected to your main wip so you don’t stress yourself and as you’re writing these two immortals and turns out they have homoerotic undertones that you didn’t intend and now they’re gay for each other
The gay wasn’t even on purpose this time, the fuck
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At this point we’re racing to see who can blow up eachother’s inboxes faster LMAO
p.s. your WIPs look amazing and I’m enjoying reading about them immensely
What’s your favorite sound to wake up to?
Hmmm… That is a good question. I live next to a busy road so I always wake up to cars, but it might one day be nice to wake up to the sound of the ocean. Waves make great sounds.
Thanks for the ask! <3
I love how we are just reading the entirety of each others blogs
p.s. crows are incredibly cool (:
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Uhh 3 facts
I convinced my family the reason I go by Jax wasn’t because I was trans but because it was a nickname from a short joke
I need a cane to get around like, a 1/3 of the time
I plan on doing concept art professionally but I can’t do early concept stages digitally
@sarahclarke13997 @ivaspinoza @bee-barnes-author @the-letterbox-archives @roxannepolice
If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it the last five blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3
Sure, why not?
I'm a massive car nerd
I used to eat ants when I was 4
I have 10 chickens
@tameable50 @garmrin @acidl0llip0p @mun-urufu @four-leafed-queer-gal
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Yo I WISH I could write an opener that good
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pl eas e do
watch out, tumblr. i'm in the mood to go into random writeblr's inboxes and asking questions for no reason other than to hear them yap about their books
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Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics
All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!
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the writer’s urge to ask your friends “do you wanna see a little somethin’ i’ve been working on?” when the little somethin’ you’ve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence
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