#But for now it stays

[jessicanjpa]

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A snippet from this chapter of 1935, in which Rosalie is getting to know a fellow engineering major. This is her first time going to college. Edward POV.

"Edward, for once, could you just leave me alone?"

Rosalie twisted her arm, breaking my grasp. Is it so bad that I want to have lunch with one of my classmates? You know I won't let it go anywhere.

"This is a bad idea," I growled as George walked up to us the second he entered the dining hall. He was frowning at me.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, lowering his voice. Oh, come on.

"No, my brother was just leaving," Rosalie said through her teeth. Get lost.

George relaxed visibly. I turned to him and crossed my arms, giving him a silent, menacing stare.

Good thing he's her brother… wouldn't want to have THAT for competition. "Well, let's go," he said to Rosalie, brushing past me. I followed them in and stood right behind them in the line, much to Rosalie's annoyance. George handed her a tray and gestured for her to step in front of him. The three of us passed through the line silently, loading our trays with the awful-smelling food. I wondered if it smelled any better to George; it seemed a little nicer than the fare at the high school, but I wasn't really the best judge of that.

As soon as George had paid for their food, Rosalie quickly walked over to a tiny table with two chairs. If you're going to be annoying, at least be annoying across the room. I frowned at her and went to sit alone at a similar table about fifty feet away.

Rosalie picked up her fork and started poking at her food, chattering away with George about the quiz. It was obvious he had found it difficult, but he was trying to hide that fact from Rosalie.

"He only got seventy percent of them right," I muttered, knowing she could hear me.

Rosalie ignored me; if anything, my interference seemed to be egging her on. She combed a delicate hand through her hair, smiling to herself when George's heart rate sped up. She folded her hands under her chin and leaned forward. "Oh, well, enough about engineering. Tell me about yourself, George. Where are you from?"

My fork clattered on the table in frustration. This was getting ridiculous.

George gladly talked about himself for most of the lunch hour, occasionally asking Rosalie questions about her own life, which she answered smoothly. She took special pleasure in pointing out that I was actually a year older than her, but had been held back while I was in foster care. "It's not that Edward isn't intelligent," she said cheerfully. "It's just that he was a little immature back then. He cried all the time."

George snuck an anxious glance over at me. "He's not your real brother?"

"Well, he is now. Carlisle and Esme adopted both of us eventually. My father was a brain surgeon up in Pennsylvania. He and Dr. Cullen were close friends. So when my parents died in the accident, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen adopted me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea. Do you miss your parents?" George asked. And why isn't she eating anything? Maybe she's nervous, too.

She shrugged. "Not really. I was only three when it happened. But tell me more about your family."

I stood up abruptly, carrying my still-full tray past them on my way to the trashcan. I purposely bumped into Rosalie on my way. "Stop messing around," I growled under my breath.

"I take it back," Rosalie said loudly to George. "He's still immature." George smirked up at me, encouraged by our banter.

"It's too bad you have plans tonight," he said wistfully.

"Well, I suppose I could reschedule them. It was only a family thing, anyway. Maybe we could—"

My glass shattered in my hand, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth, wincing at my "cut." After a moment, the conversations around us resumed, and I headed back to Rosalie's table, pushing my way through the crowd.

George was leaning forward conspiratorially, speaking quickly before I could reach the table. "Really? That's great! Could I pick you up at six?"

Rosalie hesitated just briefly. "That sounds lovely." She reached over and scribbled our address on George's napkin.

I finally reached them. "Let's go," I said sternly. "We don't want to be late for English." I picked up Rosalie's tray, quickly sweeping up George's napkin onto it when he wasn't looking.

See you tonight, Rosalie mouthed to him as I pulled her anxiously away. The human just grinned, reaching down for his napkin. He frowned when he realized it was gone.

My smug smile disappeared when I heard his next thought; he didn't need the napkin. He had already memorized our address.

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We got to English with two minutes to spare. As soon as we sat down, I turned to my sister angrily. "That was idiotic, you know, even for you. He could tell you weren't eating. And I can't believe you gave him our address!"

"What was I supposed to do?" she hissed back. "Tell him I'd run over to his house?"

"You're not going anywhere! You are going to cancel the whole thing when you see him later."

"No, I'm not. And besides, I don't have any more classes with him today. And it's not like we really had plans tonight."

"Rosalie, if you don't cancel it, I'm going to tell Carlisle."

Now she was getting angry. "Go ahead! He'll probably tell you to mind your own business."

I snorted. "I doubt that."

She leaned in closer, talking at vampire speed; the professor was entering the room. "Just because you don't want any friends, doesn't mean that I don't. I just want someone to talk to."

"Why can't you talk to a girl?"

"You know there aren't any other girls in my major. I'll just go on this one date, and that'll be it. And you had better not follow me."

"I'm not following you, because you're not going," I whispered back. The professor began his lecture and we turned our eyes to the front of the room. Rosalie focused intently on the lesson, but she shot me one last thought before blocking me out.

I just want to be normal, Edward. Can't you understand that?

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[frownyalfred]

love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?

Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[enfinizatics]

dear americans,

as a polish queer woman and human rights activist, i know exactly how you're feeling right now and what to expect from these elections. i lived through the 2015-2023 regime of pis, a right-wing populist party that divided families in the same way trump did. i’ve experienced the rise of fascism in poland, the influence of far-right parties like konfederacja, and their “santa’s little helpers”—ordo iuris, an ultra-conservative catholic organization (banned in many countries, mind you) that helped enforce a near-total abortion ban and runs anti-queer campaigns in public spaces. i supported the black protests in 2016 as a middle schooler when they first tried to ban abortion. as an adult, i actively participated in the 2020 women’s strike, running from police tear gas daily after they finally passed the ban. i supported friends who faced charges.

i’ve lived through intense homophobia in poland as a queer teen and adult. i survived the first pride march in my hometown, where far-right extremists threw stones and glass at us. i endured the anti-queer propaganda spread by the ruling party in state-owned media. i survived the “rainbow night,” poland’s own stonewall moment in summer 2020, when police arrested around 50 queer activists following the arrest of margo, a nonbinary activist. i survived the "lgbt-free zones," the targeted violence, the slurs from strangers on the street, and the protests i held against queerphobia. it was hard as fuck, but i survived.

but just because i survived, it doesn’t mean others did. many women died because of the abortion ban—marta, justyna, izabela, dorota, joanna, maria, and many others who didn’t survive pis’s draconian anti-abortion laws. milo, kacper, michał, zuzia (she was 12), wiktor, and other queer and trans kids and young adults took their own lives because of the relentless queerphobia.

despite all of this, our experience in poland can serve as a guide now. here are some tips for staying safe and how we, polish queers and women, organized under the regime:

safety first, always. if you know someone who’s had an abortion, no you don’t. if you know someone is trans, no you don’t. if you know people who help with safe abortions, no you don’t—at least not until you know it’s 100% safe to share. if you are queer or have had an abortion, only share this with people you trust fully. most importantly, not everyone has to be an activist just because they’re part of a minority. if it feels unsafe to share that you're queer, trans, etc., then don’t. it doesn’t make you any less queer.

use secure, encrypted messaging like signal for conversations on potentially risky topics, such as queerness, abortion, organizing counter-actions, protests—anything that might be used against you.

stay anonymous online. if you want to research or report something without surveillance, do not use regular internet. get a vpn (mullvad is affordable and reliable), download the tor browser (for both onion and standard links), and if you plan to whistleblow, consider using a riseup email account.

organize and build networks. community is everything now. support each other, foster independence, because your government won’t have your back. set up collectives, grassroots movements. create lists of trusted professionals—lawyers, doctors, etc.—who can offer support.

to lawyers and doctors: please consider pro-bono work. this is what got us through poland’s hardest times. your work will be needed now more than ever.

for protests or risky actions: always write a pro-bono lawyer’s number on your arm with a permanent marker.

get to know the anarchist black cross federation and other resources on safety culture: "Starting an anarchist black cross group: A guide"; Still We Rise - A resource pack for transgender and non-gender conforming people in prison; Safe OUTside the system by the Audre Lorde Project;

for safe abortion info or involvement: get familiar with womenhelpwomen.

stay radical, stay strong, stay informed: The Anarchist Library

if i forgot to (or didn't) include something, don't hesitate to reblog this post with other resources.

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(ID in ALT text) here have some more!

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[mroddmod]

uhhhhh happy halloweiner

[ot3]

before you ship something stop and ask yourself... Is this otp material? Make sure your characters are:

Obstinate and inflexible in their actions

Terrible for each other in most circumstances

Poor communicators

[nyancrimew]

yknow it's kinda crazy that ive only really been on here for a bit over a year it feels like this website is my parent

[lil-lemon-snails]

sometimes you just need to hear it v some stills below the cut v

[sqrkyclean]

being vulnerable for a second to use my pooltoy furry oc to convey what recovering from contamination ocd has been like while undergoing hrt.

[charnel-doll]

Everyone look at my oc his name is Solitary Heart and he is sooooo popular

[pangur-and-grim]

Pangur is THRILLED that I have mono! her favourite thing in the world is napping with me

[queenretcon]

I think I dislike ‘fuck canon fanon rulez’ takes because time after time I see how boring and predictable fanon is and how often it reinforces racism and misogyny etc. in ways canon never did

and I think having to work around canon and with canon to make something new usually ends up pushing people to make something weirder and cooler

[severalowls]

Its absolutely no coincidence that the people being sent baseless sexual assault accusations against predstrogen have, from what I've seen, been young transmascs.

The terfs behind the harassment campaign are so brazenly trying to prey on anybody they reckon might have any transmisogynist tendencies and are trying to use that to sow discord in the trans community. They see transmasculine people as potential avenues for recruitment (and eventual detransition) and it's extremely fucking important that the people being sent these anons do not fall headfirst for the bait. They want you to go 'uh oh, guess trans women are sex pests after all' and that to stick with you and fester, and turn that seed of prejudice into the continued harm of transfem people.

If you want to be a meaningful ally to transfem people right now you have to be vigilant for this shit, and correct it where you see it. If you think being used as an angle of recruitment by bigoted harassment is gross, imagine how it would feel to be the damn focus of the harassment.