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The crux of the anti trans movement is a war on bodily autonomy. They don't want you to have any agency over what you look like, how you dress, who you date, whether to have kids, etc.

They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.

Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility. Our rights are your rights. Our destruction is your destruction.

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tangled the series fandom please tell me im not the only one who saw stan and pete and thought "oh yeah they smooched"

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"I want to be a dragon."

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I want my gay rights now! - Marsha P. Johnson (NYC Pride Parade, 1973)

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Reblog to give a trans man T

it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump

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I was excited to get an ask from you for a second but i see it was just varian :(

I cant be too upset cause live laugh love varian

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sword dividers 𓏵 by fairytopea

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the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters

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reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a sword

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A Bad Omen

So this a short story I wrote for an English assignment in November 2023. I remembered it out of the blue, reread it… and made myself cry. So I decided to share it here and maybe make other people cry 🙃

It’s not particularly amazing but I like it and isn’t that all that really matters?

___________ Dahlia slunk nearly silently over the dry ground. She shook her paws of the dead leaves clinging to her pads as her ears twitched toward the sound of the humans talking. It was a dreary, gray day and not many humans were wandering about.

She could pick out snippets of human words but not enough to understand what they were saying. She turned a corner around a silent little cottage upon a group of eight humans. Her eyes immediately found the youngest of the group, a little girl. She was still round-cheeked and slightly chubby, not yet rid of her baby fat.

She was just the kind of girl Dahlia wanted for her human.

She had been searching since she left her momma. Speaking of her momma, she took after her. Slick black fur, a little button nose, multi-colored eyes, and tufts of fur on the end of her ears. Dahlia hoped this was the day. The day she would get a home. She pattered softly closer to the group.

It all happened so fast. One moment one of the humans spotted her, the next they were yelling. She didn't understand. She could only catch snippets of words. "Demon", "death", "omen", then something smacked into her head.

She didn't think, she just turned tail and ran.

She darted towards the forest on the edge of the village. The voices followed her into the dark and imposing trees. It was eerily silent after a few moments. She darted into some dry brush on the edge of a looming bare tree and waited.

Nothing. No voices. No rustling, or pounding footsteps. Until the edge of the bush started moving. She hissed and backed closer to the base of the tree.

Into her hiding space came a large raven, black as a starless night sky. It embarrassed her, the way she jumped.

"What are you doing in here, little one?" The raven asked, voice a gruff caw. "Hiding," Dahlia replied, easing her tensed muscles and trying to get her black fur to lay flat. "From what?" The raven hopped closer and tilted his head at her, his beady eyes seemingly boring into her soul. Something about him made Dahlia shudder.

"From some humans. They attacked me." Dahlia spoke, her voice weak and tired, "I don't know why." She sniffed and settled her body against the dry ground, suddenly feeling exhausted. The raven let out a sharp breath, something like a sigh. "Because of your fur."

Dahlia blinked owlishly at him, "My fur?" She glanced behind her at her back. It was just a normal shaggy black. She looked back at the bird. He was giving her a sympathetic look. "Humans are scared of cats with black fur."

"But why?" She tilted her head, mouth in a thin line "Because they think you're a bad omen." The raven replied, tone soft and calm, but Dahlia could see a hint of anger behind his eyes. "'Omen'? One of the humans said that. What is it?"

"They think your presence brings back luck. Or that it means something bad will happen soon."

"But why?" Dahlia repeated, only more confused at his explanation. "Because humans are suspicious creatures. They'll believe almost any rumor. Especially about animals like you." It wasn't said like an accusation more a resigned fact but it still made Dahlia flinch. "But- That's unfair."

"You're right, little one. But believe me, it's nothing personal against you." The raven hesitated just for a moment. "I'm sorry, but it's time for us to go."

Dahlia tried to stand but the edges of her vision blurred and a wave of nausea hit her so sat back down, "Go? Go where, sir?" The raven hopped closer and touched a talon to Dahlia's forehead, "Your time is up, little one." Dahlia's eyes grew heavy and when she opened them again she felt lighter. It was a strange sensation, she felt like she was floating. And the yellow colors of the bush around her looked less vibrant than before. "What did you do?" Dahlia asked, voice distant and hollow like wind rustling through a faraway tree.

"I didn't do anything, those humans did. Your time was up." The raven replied. He was the only thing still clear and vibrant. "My ti-" Dahlia paused, looking down at her paws. She was completely transparent. "Oh..."

The “raven” let out a small sigh and gestured with his wing to the edge of the bush, “Let’s go, little one.” Dahlia stared down at her paws, there was a small ache where her heart was moments before. Who knew you could feel things when you were gone?

Dahlia startled when the raven spoke again, “You know, it’s not your fault.” Dahlia shook her head, she didn’t even know how her spirit had a proper head, “I know, but I don’t want… I don’t want to go.”

“I know, but it’s time. You know, death is not all that different from life. It’s another part of it. A whole new adventure. Plus, I have someone I’d like you to meet.” The raven said, the rough caw of his voice replaced with the soothing baritone of a human man. He slipped out of the leaves of the bush and spoke again, “Follow me.”

Dahlia didn’t know why, but the new voice made her calmer. She carefully followed Death out of the bush, flinching when she realized she could no longer feel the rough leaves.

Standing outside the bush was a tall figure, their features hidden by a black cloak. It only took a moment for Dahlia to realize that this was Death. But her eyes were drawn to the small transparent figure beside him. It was a young girl.

She looked to be only eight and it was impossible to tell the original color of her bouncy curls and soft round eyes but Dahlia could tell the girl was lovely. Death addressed the girl, “Bridget, this is Dahlia.” The cat didn’t question how he knew her name. Bridget smiled a dazzling smile, “Oh, she’s lovely!” She rushed forward and picked Dahlia up. She let out a soft meow of surprise before she realized she could feel the girl, unlike the objects around them.

Death’s tone had a smile to it as he said, “She’s yours if you wish, dear.”

“Oh, I do wish!” Bridget held Dahlia up to her face, “Well, kitty. Will you be mine?” Dahlia knew if she actually had eyes she’d be crying. She pushed her nose into the girl’s and meowed, glancing over at Death, “Thank you.”

Dahlia still wished she could have had a human in life but maybe Death was right. This was just a part of life. Everything went after a while, but that didn’t mean death had to be sad. It was time for a new adventure. For the first time she left her momma, Dahlia felt at peace.

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Also hint, hint here’s a link to it on AO3. Why? Because I can

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64657234

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young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

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a world without trans people has never existed and never will

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just realized that most people will go their entire lives without hearing “nothing left to lose” and that honestly shook me up a bit.