#I'm worried for my community

[souptimewithfrogs]

So I work at a tool store, right? In the South. I'm mostly at register so I get to talk to all of the customers. Something that caught my attention recently is the confidence of folks to express violence after Trump's win. I was lucky enough to be off the days following the election but I was back to work that Friday.

I remember a customer coming up with a socket set that was missing a few pieces, and we had a bit of conversation. Theft is fairly common at my store, much like it is throughout all of retail. I mentioned this, and how it was especially common for this type of item. His response was, "Those people need the crap beat out of them." Honestly, I'm not sure if this man's casual call for violence was a result of the election or a consequence of being in the South, but it struck me as unusual. I didn't really have a response for him, so I just checked him out and he left. I've had a few other customers come up and talk about the election results, but that one stuck out to me.

I've seen so many people online pleading for their friends and their community to just survive and to keep living. I've had conversations with my friends who are afraid to ask who their parents voted for out of fear of knowing that they voted against everything they believe in. One of my friends has diabetes and she's worried that she'll be able to keep getting her medication after this.

I honestly don't know the most about this stuff, but what I can see is on one side people are pleading for their lives, and the other is calling for violence.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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[ckret2]

I have a public service announcement! No one's done this lately so it's not aimed at anyone specific—but that's why I'm posting now, so it doesn't single anyone out.

It's true that, in-universe, Bill's said he's apathetic about what gender humans see him as. But you and I aren't in his fictional universe; we're in the real universe.

And out here in our real universe, when someone discovers that a guy they've ONLY ever referred to with he/him pronouns actually has breasts under his shirt? If that person is a conservative, they might start calling this man "she." If that person is more progressive, sometimes they start calling him "they." Like they'll respect that he's trans but refuse to respect that he's transmasc.

And because we live out here in the real world where I'm sick and tired of watching this happen, I'm also sick and tired of watching it happen to characters I write with he/him pronouns. Because multiple times I have had readers—nominally pro-LGBT readers!—start calling a he/him character I write "they/them" the second I headcanon him as transmasc or give him physical traits associated with AFAB bodies, in spite of the pronouns they see me use for him.

You've never seen canon call Bill anything but he/him. You've never seen the guy who invented Bill call him anything but he/him. Except when I write from the perspective of a character who literally DOESN'T KNOW they're looking at Bill, you've never seen ME refer to my specific interpretation of Bill with anything but he/him pronouns.

(And not to get too serious over cartoons, but—if you can't get a character's pronouns right after seeing me use THOUSANDS of he/him pronouns for him—a character whom you were INTRODUCED TO with the correct pronouns and whom you likely ONLY called by the correct pronouns for years, right up until the moment you saw him drawn with tits & hips—if the mere knowledge of his anatomy is enough to completely overwrite every single time you've seen & heard his pronouns used—then I worry about how y'all would talk about an IRL transmasc guy if you could see immediately that he's AFAB and only hear his pronouns once.)

Knowingly using the wrong pronouns doesn't magically become woke when it's gender neutral wrong pronouns. Stop ignoring the only pronouns you've ever seen me or the show call Bill. Do not misgender the silly cartoon triangle in my inbox & comments.

Thank you.

I'm GRUDGINGLY more flexible on calling Bill the wrong name, since I know sometimes y'all need to differentiate whether you're talking to me about the vague concept of canon Bill or, specifically, the copy of Bill undergoing the events in my fic, and using his in-fic "this is the name used by PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS" nickname is convenient for that.

So, yeah, if you HAVE to, you can call Bill another name. But please know: 1) I dislike that; 2) I'd rather you only do it in contexts where it's necessary for clarity; and 3) even if you're calling him the wrong name out of grammatical necessity, it's still the wrong name.

EDIT: I'm disabling reblogs on this post because people who don't even watch gravity falls, much less read this fic, have started trying to signal boost it. "Don't they/them transmasc he/hims" is an important message that should be spread, but it isn't the message of this post. The message of this post is "you know how people they/them transmasc he/hims? Don't do that to my fanfic cartoon character." This post is not for anybody who doesn't read my fanfic. Don't try to use a post about a Disney cartoon fanfic as a social activism message.

There are posts out there whose message is "don't they/them transmasc he/hims." If you want to spread that message, that's commendable, and you should find one of those posts or write your own.

[inadequate-nefelibata]

COMMUNITY (2009) • LGBTQ+ HEADCANONS Jeff Winger + GAY

+ not once, not twice, but thrice!

[augustfuckinggay]

Hey guys. Drops him

[scoriarose]

She came up with a new activity

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Arthur caught that."

"Did he?"

"And he killed that with his hands!"

[luckyartdrawer]

Hello good sir, I am sure you have well intentions! :)

I wanted to do some lighting practice for fun and now I have this sly devil. I'm pretty proud of how he turned out and how fast I was able to make this! :3

Welp. Now I kinda wanna turn him into a character. we'll see if I ever do, hehe :P

[rosieposey-torturedpoet]

Caretaker's eyes were heavy, so very heavy. The sharp fluorescent lights beamed down constantly: and it's so quiet that Caretaker can hear the mundane hum coming from the fixtures. She can also hear Whumpee's monitor, the constant beep being the only thing that is keeping her sane.

Whumpee was hurt on a mission and Caretaker couldn't seem to pull her eyes off of him. If you asked her, she would say she had been sitting in his room for 2 hours or so: but she had been in this room for as long as Whumpee has, and that was 8 hours ago. Of course, she hasn't spent the full 8 hours sitting hunched in a chair by his bed with her chin in her hands like she is now. The first few was spent actually saving him: and as the night continued on, the team filed out. Teammate 1 went home and dropped youngest at their house, Leader was called for a de-briefing, Oldest was the only one remaining, and eventually she left too. Or at least, Caretaker thought she left

Caretaker didn't hear the door creak open, until she pratically jumped out of her skin when Oldest spoke, "How is he?"

"Oh-uh, he's okay. Okay as he can be, as okay as when you left."

"Well, that's good" Oldest smiled softly and walked into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Maybe Oldest could sense the tension in Caretaker, see the gleam of exhaustion in her eyes, or noticed Caretaker's eye-bags and greasy hair: but somehow, she knew. "Sweetheart, have you been here all night?"

Caretaker responded with a quiet, "no"

"Don't lie to me." Oldest was now standing above her, blocking Whumpee from view.

Caretaker just looked away, prompting Oldest to take the seat right next to her. They sat in silence for a while, the hum and the monitor came back and Caretaker started to bounce her leg. Oldest broke the silence, "You go get some rest, let me stay here"

"No. I mean-no, it's fine. I'm fine, I'm not all that tired anyway"

"Mmhm-" Stupidly, Caretaker looked up for just a moment: and seeing the soft brown of Oldest's eyes, the tied back thinning hair, and the gently smile made Caretaker want to break down, be held by Oldest: she wanted her to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Oldest had essentially raised Caretaker, she was the team's medic before Caretaker was. And Caretaker joined this team when she was young and desperate to get away from home. Oldest had been on the team much longer than most people are and took Caretaker into her arms without a second thought, everything that Caretaker knew was taught by Oldest.

"No. Really! I want to be here with Whumpee. In case something goes wrong or he wakes up, I want to be the first one to react, to be there. For him."

"Listen..I know what's going on in that bright little head of yours honey: you forget that I was in your exact same position not that long ago. So let me tell you something my mentor told me: at least a hundred years ago" Oldest let out a small laugh and looked down at Caretaker again, "They don't get better by staring at them."

This time Caretaker looked up

"Now, I'm gonna take you to the couch that's right outside the room, alright? And I don't want you to try and fight me." She wrapped her long fingers around Caretaker's fore-arm and yanked her out of the chair. It didn't take long for the exhausted Caretaker to use Oldest as support: half dragging Caretaker to the couch, she sat her down and pulled off her shoes and fluffed out the pillows before pushing Caretaker down into laying down. She wrapped her in a blanket and assured her, "If anything happens, you will be the first to know"

Oldest then placed a kind kiss on Caretaker's fore-head, and Caretaker was out in seconds

[la-dolcevida]

(I have problems putting my thoughts into words/explaining things, and/or generally communicating my emotions/thoughts, so this might be incoherent.)

It's genuinely getting so annoying having to make more and more separate(/non-secondary) accounts (anti/non-specifying stance on RQ and Trans-ID, stuff like that,) just to like/reblog(/generally hoard) identities without (the possibility of) getting reported/blocked. I mean, I haven't, sure, I've never been wiped off the face of this app (t-worded) before, but the paranoia is genuinely so strong that it's making me feel sick (I don't know how I could archive everything properly/in a way that satisfies me, I don't know why.)

I just want to keep everything, including a hoard, all in one place. Even secondary blogs will trace back to those main accounts I have (like this one) and I will still get called out/bothered because of that. What I'm generally saying is that people need to realize that people are not aren't allowed to use certain labels/terms/identities just because they're in a certain community/have a certain point of view on things. It's okay to have opinions and speak your mind (except for sending death threats/attacking people, you get it,) but stop gatekeeping/saying 'fuck off' to people just because you don't like who they are.

I don't know if this made sense because this has been so bottled up for so long, but in general, just stop gatekeeping. 'Do Not Interact' lists on posts involving identities/flags (MOGAI/LIOM/other things like that) should not exist. It's just stupid. You can't gatekeep identities even if you want to, that's something people have to (unfortunately, me included,) accept. It's genuinely not that serious, it's just the internet.

[horsemeatluvr23]

sashwammyvoid !!!! with alcohol marker and fineliners in my sketchbook :D i'm so so pleased w how this turned out n i had so much fun drawing all the little details

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (paralysis)

[fidgetspringer-art]

Olath - Aberrant familiar

[donahdevotees]

[Disclaimer: only your f/o has to be a woman/fem, self shippers of all identities would be encouraged to participate! 🩷🩷🩷]

[bloodhoundini]

🐺New F/O dropped🐺

[joestarkisser]

To all the selfshippers who worry about if they're good enough for their F/O...

You are. You always have been. It doesn't matter if you're not as strong, as smart, as creative, as 'useful'. It doesn't matter even if your F/O usually hates people like you. In case anyone hasn't told you, you're special and your F/O loves you!