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If you’re straight, write stories with gay characters, but don’t write stories about being gay. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re cis, write stories with trans characters, but don’t white stories about being trans. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re allistic, write stories with autistic characters, but don’t write stories about being autistic. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re neurotipical, write mentally ill characters, but don’t write stories about being mentally ill. That’s not your story to tell. 

If you’re able bodied, write stories with disabled characters, but don’t write stories about being disabled. That’s not your story to tell. 

If you’re white, write characters who are POC, but don’t write stories about being a POC. That’s not your story to tell 

Write stories with diverse and complex characters, but unless you’ve experienced the oppression that we have, don’t write the stories that we need to tell ourselves. 

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Okay, can I just talk about this comic series for a second? This has got to be the most hilarious comic series I have ever seen. This is AJ & Magnus, a Calvin and Hobbes inspired comic series about an adopted kid, his talking dog, and his 2 gay parents. The humor is really good, very quick and to the point. This series is beautiful, please, give them your love!

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You gotta have a plan…

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As requested by @desktopdinosaur here are the animations for the new UR+ cards!

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Someone who's never seen Rocketman, please explain to me what's happening here.

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I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 

I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD

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I want to apologise to

- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown

- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world

- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music

- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever

- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer. 

- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work. 

- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much

- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.

- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity. 

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Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous, Part 1/???

Okay so I know I’ve done a lot of drabbles/fics recently that have the same theme as this one (I’m not going to give anything away😉) but @petitefeu had this amazing idea and wanted it brought to life! Any credit for the plot goes to them💓

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It’d been nearly a month since MC left Devildom. She’d stayed in contact with all of the brothers, particularly Mammon and Lucifer, using her D.D.D. After spending her last night at the House of Lamentation with Lucifer, she found herself growing more infatuated with the demon.

She spent a lot of her time talking to Mammon about her feelings. Although he was wildly jealous at first after finding out she’d slept with Lucifer, he eventually cooled down and became really supportive. The pair of them struck a really strong friendship despite being completely separated.

One day MC was in the bath, soaking in the bubbles as she messaged Mammon. Lucifer was busy with Diavolo so she hadn’t heard from him for hours. The last thing she’d messaged him was ‘please call me tonight, I miss the sound of your voice’ but his response was very hesitant because he was up to his neck in paperwork.

As her D.D.D vibrated, she reached over to pick it up from the toilet seat lid. However, as she was bringing it over to hold in front of her face, her elbow caught the edge of the bath, sending the D.D.D flying out of her hand.

“Fuck!” She muttered quickly as it went ‘paDONK!’ into the water.

She quickly scurried, her hands searching the bottom of the tub. As she retrieved the D.D.D from the water, her face fell after realising it’d stopped working. She tried everything she could to get it to work but there was no hope.

That night she left it in a bag of rice, praying that the unorthodox method would save her D.D.D.

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A week had passed and MC had absolutely no luck with the rice. She hadn’t been able to contact any of the brothers and she was beginning to feel more lonely than ever. ‘How did I ever manage before them?’ She’d ask herself.

It was a warm day and MC was busy hanging up her washing outside when she heard her name being called in the distance. Eyebrows furrowing, she thought to herself ‘that sounds like...’

Spinning around, her entire face lit up when she saw Mammon running her way. “Oh my goodness!” She squealed as she dropped her washing basket, quickly meeting him at the front of her garden. “Mammon what are you doing here?” She grinned.

“MC!” He shouted at her. She was taken aback by how unusually stern he sounded, “Where have ya been?! Ya haven’t answered your messages in over a week! I thought something terrible had happened to ya!” He panted.

“My D.D.D broke.” She giggled, still ecstatic that he was in front of her, “is it just you?”

“Just me.” He nodded, “Ya have no idea what deal I had to make with this bunch of witches to be here.”

She smiled brightly at his gesture. As Mammon gained his breath, he straightened his posture, giving MC a bizarre look. “What?” She questioned.

“Nothing...ya just seem different.” He examined closely.

“Are you going to hug me or not, Mammon?” She giggled at him.

“Oh right!” He mumbled with a small blush before quickly wrapping his arms around her, “I’ve missed ya MC.”

-

“Where’s Mammon?” Lucifer asked confused at the dinner table. The lack of presence from the loud white haired demon was noticeable.

“You don’t know?” Satan asked surprised, “Lucifer, he went to see MC.”

“What?” Lucifer questioned very seriously, “What do you mean he’s gone to see her?”

“I dunno!” Asmo piped in, “They must have been discussing it this week because he went out and met with some witches to find a spell that would send him to the human realm.”

As angry as Lucifer was at Mammon for making deals with witches again, he was more hurt by the fact that MC had been talking to his brother all week and not him. He began sulking to himself, getting angry at how stubborn MC must have been to ignore him. Did she not understand how busy he is? He didn’t want to decline her request to talk to him on the phone but he had no choice!

“Wow you really weren’t joking when you said you didn’t know.” Satan observed the eldest brothers sour face.

“Please excuse me.” Lucifer muttered, standing up from his seat. He left the room without a word as the other brothers shared awkward looks.

“Ouch!” Asmo said quietly.

-

“So MC what’s there to do in the human realm?” Mammon asked as he laid sprawled out across her sofa.

“It depends what you fancy.” She smiled as she brought him a drink, “How long are you staying for? Perhaps I can show you around!”

“Ya not gettin’ rid of me that easily, I’m staying for at LEAST a week.” He declared, folding his arms over his chest. MC couldn’t think of anything better.

“I guess I’ll go and make up the spare bed.” She giggled, leaving the room to head upstairs.

“Hey MC?” Mammon called as she left the room.

“Yeah?” She shouted back.

“Have ya got anyone else livin’ here?”

“No?” She confirmed with a very confused expression, “It’s just you and me - why?”

“No reason.”

-

MC was in her kitchen the following morning preparing breakfast for her and Mammon, getting ready for their day together out in her hometown. As she was buttering some toast there was a knock at the door.

“Mammon will you do me a favour and get that?” She asked him.

A little unsure, he reluctantly agreed. Making his way through her house, he opened the front door. He was surprised when he recognised the demon on the other side. “Lucifer! What are ya doing here?” He asked shocked.

“I could ask you the same question.” His brother replied in a stern voice as he stepped inside. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked strictly.

“Hey you’re not the only one who gets on with MC!” He defended himself.

“That doesn’t mean you make deals with witches to come here!” Lucifer seethed.

“I didn’t mean to! MC hadn’t spoken to me in a week and I thought somethin’ bad had happened so I came here to see if she’s okay. Turns out her D.D.D’s just broken.” Mammon shrugged.

“It is?” Lucifer asked, his face relaxing.

“Yeah! Anyway now that ya here I need to speak to you before ya see MC.” He said quietly, stepping out of the house with Lucifer, pulling the door shut behind him. “Somethin’ is up with MC.” He warned.

“What are you talking about?” Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Somethin’ ain’t right!” Mammon raised his hands, “I can sense it.”

“Are you sure those witches didn’t hex you while you were with them?” Lucifer asked, unconvinced by Mammon’s claim. “Now where is she? I want to see MC.”

“Fine, if ya don’t believe me go and see yaself!” He spoke, holding open the door, “She’s in that room over there.”

Lucifer stepped into the house, his eyes scanning the interior. He was in MC’s personal space now; every little decoration on the walls were chosen by her. He observed every piece of furniture and photo that was spread across the room until he reached the kitchen.

“MC.” He breathed with a relieved smile on his face.

She spun around at the sound of his voice. “Luci?!” She grinned as she ran up to him, engulfing him in a huge hug, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to teach my brother a lesson.” He smirked, “He hadn’t told me he was coming to see you.”

“Oh right.” MC giggled, “Did he tell you about my D.D.D?”

“He did.” Lucifer nodded as they pulled out of their embrace. His eyebrows furrowed when he could sense her aura. The demon became extremely confused as he held his beloved in his arms. Lucifer quickly glanced over his shoulder to where Mammon was stood.

“Told ya.” He muttered quietly.

Lucifer turned his attention back to her, slowly loosening his grip on her arms. “MC is there something you’d like to talk to me about?” He asked seriously.

“No?” MC asked confused, “Is there something I’m supposed to want to talk to you about?” Lucifer let out a hesitant sigh. Mammon quickly left the room, sensing an awkward conversation in the making. “Luci what’s going on?” MC asked him concerned, noticing both his and Mammon’s change in demeanour.

“MC as a demon I have certain capabilities...” Lucifer started with her listening eagerly, “When we love another we can sense their soul.”

“Are you sensing mine?” MC asked with a flutter in her heart. They’d never confessed their love for each other but their infatuation for one another was as clear as day to anyone.

“Yes...” he breathed, gazing down at her with nervous eyes, “and another.”

“Another soul?” She questioned his words.

“Yes, MC. I’m holding you right now and I can sense two souls in your aura.” He spoke reluctantly, worried that he was going to frighten her.

“What are you implying?” She asked quietly as nerves filled her body.

“Our night together...” he spoke softly, barely audible to her, “I don’t think it ended there.”

MC let out a deep breath. Her entire mind raced as she began to feel hazy. She had to step back from Lucifer; she leant on the kitchen counter as she tried to steady herself.

“I can’t believe it.” She shook her head, “You think I’m pregnant?”

“No.” Lucifer spoke seriously, “I know you’re pregnant.”

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day 19(?): boredom got way worse, trying to make myself a victorian friend

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When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

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If I mispronounce your name because it is foreign to my tongue, correct me.

I don’t purposefully allow the accents of your name to fall flat on my tongue like the European English demands or the language to sound chopped and misheard.

If I don’t say your name correctly, don’t shrug and say it’s ok because people have been doing it all your life. Your mother worked hard to name you that name, with all its syllables and apostrophes and hyphens and inflection.

I don’t want to disrespect your heritage, your culture, your great grandmother or grandfather and their struggle.

If I mispronounce your name, forgive me, but don’t let it happen again. Make sure everyone knows your name.

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One dumb demon boi ready to do some sweet dance moves. Definitely not to impress MC or nuthin’, or so he says 👀

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I spent my two-hour layover mourning the two halves of my Ovation. Help me save others from the same fate!

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btw… important PSA: cutting off the mold on the surface of food does nothing. you can only see the spores on the surface, but mold itself has spread and grown roots into the food. by the time you can actually *see* the spores, that piece of food is completely full of it. youre still eating mold. 

many of which are poisonous and have been shown to cause cancer. youre not even supposed to sniff it, because that can get spores into your lungs. like if you look up the health and safety guidelines for mold they barely stop short of telling you to put on a hazmat suit. 

like produce is okay as long as you cut around it at least an inch, but cooked foods? you gonna die. stop eating mold people 

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