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[zanmor]

We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

[ruushinynerve]

Who dared?

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Israel warplanes are back in gaza's sky.

[boojangs]

Enid: Wednesday, go apologize to Thing or I won't help you.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, I made a black cat costume for you.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, I made us matching snoods!

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, please get rid of your creepy crime board.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, please hold me in your-

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[dryemiddi]

Every time I think about the Tree of Feelings I can't help but be a little underwhelmed at how the most popular depictions of it is just. the tree. on a hill. surrounded by miles of nothing but grass and maybe a few houses in the distance.

Yeah, no thanks. I'll just go with my own interpretation on this one

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

government assigned roomate AU

[joaniejustwokeup]

Made a cat out of clay and highlighters.

His name is Mr Cheeto.

Edit:

I gave him a collar:

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[snotrose]

“she should’ve been at the club” this and “she should’ve been at the club” that. i would like to clarify that laura palmer absolutely should NOT have been at the club.

[assiraphales]

fedra was a fascist dictatorship. the fireflies posed as freedom fighters but just wanted the power fedra had. kathleen sacrificed an entire city for a personal vendetta — kansas city fell bc of her negligence. david controlled his religious cult through starvation. in this whole wide apocalyptic world the only people that were thriving were those who lived for love. bill & frank. the indigenous couple. tommy’s commune. ellie & joel (at times). there would have been so many more survivors and so much more success in this harsh world if people didn’t make it harsher

[dreadfuldevotee]

"The Vampire Chronicles characters are exercises in the cycle of trauma and abuse and how they are capable of complex emotions and receiving and giving love and empathy alongside all the horrible shit they do to one another" and "Anne Rice herself was a bigot and had some shitty personal beliefs and just because the genre is Gothic Horror doesn't mean you ignore the way those ideas bleed into the writing. Not all commentary is good commentary" are two sentiments that can and SHOULD co-exist, what the fuck are we doing.

[isawken]

got my first ever “delete this tweet or face suspension” from twitter the other day and it’s a nearly 3 year old tweet about slaughtering elon musk. does he have people whose job is to solely find aggressive tweets about him and then send threats like mob goons? who can say. all i can say is i think we should rip elon musk’s head off and place it on a pike

[dlartistanon]

Seeing them in RS reminded me how good their dynamic is. I will not stand for Zofia erasure. Zofia is the one who has mentored and supported Maria all this time. Zofia openly shows her care and concern and was willing to die with Maria just so she wouldn't be alone.

[redysetdare]

Some of you people need to stop acting so shitty over aspec stereotypes because it's starting to get to a point that you are just shitting on the people who experiences match the stereotypes and it's hurting a lot more aspects than it's helping.

[pix-writes]

Cuddle HC for Ford pls 🥰

This is such a cute request! <3 Hope you enjoy!

Cudldes with Ford (sfw):

He really likes to put his arms around you, Ford has a broad frame and fairly strong, so he will squeeze you! Likes the pressure but also makes him feel more secure, to have you close as possible to him, puts his emotions into the action; if you and/or Ford are upset, expect the hardest hugs! He takes a lot of comfort from it, being a little touch starved in his life previously.

The man is in love with his work as much as his family so cuddles can really happen anywhere, including the lab. Sometimes he will pull you in when he sees that you're tired, gets you to rest his head on him comfortably as he finishes is records for the day. Other times you basically have to crawl into his lap like a cat to get his attention/get him to take a break. But he really doesn't mind that, because he gets to sweep you up in his arms, is probably strong enough to carry you over to somewhere more comfy too.

You're likely to lean on each other a lot whilst absorbed in something (research or recreational hobbies) like this:

He really likes your scent too, will rest his head in the crook of your neck when you're cuddled up together, especially when tired. Maybe you're both on the couch watching TV or on the stan o war watching the sunset at the end of a day of adventure. He'll rest his head under yours and will likely fall asleep - he's had a lot of sleep deprivation in his life, so when he feels the most relaxed in your presence, it really should be no surprise that he wants to sleep. Ford reminds himself of these moments later when he has days where past mistakes and bill weigh heavy on his mind; he is safe now.

Cuddles in bed: Ford likes to be the big spoon at night, feels right to him because he feels he's protecting you, places a hand around you to keep you in place. That said though, he loves when you run your fingers through his hair, likes to lay his head on your chest and hear your heartbeat when you do, so it's not unusual for you both to fall asleep that way, either.

Doesn't like to go to bed without you, even though on other occasions he can stay up late after you've gone to bed, he hates it if he has to go to bed alone, he just likes cuddling you that much. Feels lonely if you staying out late for something or you're not in the same place as him - not that he'd stop you going, you're living your own life, but he might be more clingy when you return, he often gets nightmares when he sleeps alone. If you're not gone for days then he'll likely stay up for you.

Ford whilst asleep can end up tangling his legs around yours, if you don't like cold feet that have been sticking out of the covers to be placed on you, then this might be a problem! 😄 Secretly likes when you grumble about being cold when this happens because then he can pull you back into his hold to warm you both up (you can bet he has a cheesy line about this) ❤️

In the mornings though, Ford is quite alert, once he's awake he's awake! So there's only so much time you can hold him before he's out of bed to start the morning routine. Though, if you're less of a morning person, part of that routine is to bring you coffee/tea/beverage of choice to you in bed, should his persuasion to join him in the kitchen fails, so there's definitely the possibility of some morning cuddles! Not to mention that Ford is already dressed (likely in one of his many sweaters) so he's a lot warmer, which makes getting out of the covers not so bad. I think in the mornings, expect Ford's playful side to come out, will tease you about being sleepy to get a rise out of you (he's flirting). To him you look so adorable/beautiful when you've just woken up, even if you think its when you look your worst/most unflattering. He'll be nicer about it half of the time, waking you up softly and brush your hair away from your face if he can, like you do for him.