#and that was literally NOT WHAT WAS HAPPENING

[bugswarm]

The more Im on tumblr today, the more pro-genocide Im getting so Im logging off because holy fuck this website's response is so bad to the point where Im happy with the idea of genocide and that's insane

Edit because yall can't fucking having reading comprehension: this post is not about palestine. This is not the first time Ive drawn the short end of the stick. This post is not about Trump directly even. This post about about all of the people saying that voting for one shitty candidate to stop the literal worst case scenario from controlling the strongest military on the planet again is somehow too fucking hard and morally compromising and how it is making me question if the intrusive thoughts are actually right and that maybe it's not worth the years and years of activism and local action Ive been doing to try to stop this exact scenario from happening isn't worth continuing when I don't even know if we'll get another election in 4 years. Especially when I know that if people can't even do the absolute barest fucking minimum of voting, there is literally zero chance that this will ever be fixed. If we can't even fucking vote against the most cartoonishly evil man alive, how the fuck am I supposed to believe in things like overthrowing the government or ending white supremacy? Thats what this fucking post is about. If you thought differently, you are stupid and if you decided to attack me over it, you are the reason that the intrusive thoughts are winning so good job on making me fantasize about the US getting nuked and not feeling that bad about it.

[intersex-cpunk-wolfdog]

This is what Matt Walsh had to say about the guy who shut down Ben Shapiro, by the way.

While everybody was busy diminishing the success of his deliberate and purposeful reversal of Ben’s arguing style by saying he just has “male privilege,” look what happens the moment the transphobes know he’s trans.

I also want to point out that, if he was cis, his initial manner of throwing Ben off his game would not have worked. Ben looked confident at first because he’s dealt with cis guys before. He’s dealt with people who have male privilege before and he knows how to weaponise any blind spots against them. He’s not used to dealing with a trans man who has direct experience with systemic misogyny, who does not have male privilege, but who looks like somebody he generally would categorise as a male, and it took him by surprise. It is somewhat of a privilege to be able to pass as cis, but it’s not cis male privilege.

Privilege is not conditional on hiding yourself. If the moment you’re open about your life and experiences, this is what people say about you? You don’t have the privilege that people who do not have those experiences have (that is, cis men).

It’s literally repackaged bi/ace discourse. “Well if a bi person is in a straight passing relationship they have straight privilege! An ace person can just not talk about their sex life, they have straight privilege!” No.

If you’re talking about the very limited (but real) amount of privilege that can be accessed by trans people who can pass for cis men, say that. But “male privilege” as a concept is simply not something any trans person has access to.

[moonstruckme]

hiiiii mae!! hope ur having a good day/night, i was wondering if you would do a emt!marauders (or just remus) fic with a reader who maybe has past medical trauma or something so she really hates going to the doctors and avoids unplanned visits at all costs and one day she gets hurt doing something and she tells herself she’s fine but she’s really not (maybe she has like a concussion or something) and she tries to tell the boys she’s okay and she doesn’t need to go to the hospital but they’re like “yes you do u literally don’t know what day it is” and she kinda starts freaking out and they comfort her????

so sorry if you’ve done something like this you’ve written a LOT of fics (which is amazing i love them all) and i haven’t gotten the chance to read them all yet! anyways hope you have a great day i love ur fics so much!!!!!!

Thank you for your request, love you <3

cw: concussion, hospital mention, implied medical fear/past trauma

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 770 words

“This is supposed to be the sort of thing that only happens to old ladies,” Sirius mutters. “Look at James, dollface.” 

James’ smile is encouraging. “He knows he’s full of shit. We see people fall in showers all the time, it’s not an age thing. You don’t have to be geriatric for soap to be slippery.” 

You know, distantly, that they’re both trying to keep things light for your benefit, but their playacting isn’t helping you. You feel trapped, backed into a corner, and your lovely boyfriends who only want the best for you feel like your captors. 

Sirius clicks off the light he was shining in your eyes just as Remus comes back with your clothes. They exchange a look you don’t like. 

“Here, sweetheart, put this on.” Remus helps you get a sweatshirt over your head, extra careful to hold the collar away from the aching bump on the back of your head. 

You stand from the bed bemusedly as he starts putting your sweatpants on for you, too. You don’t love the vibe of all this coddling, either; the boys are usually only this delicate with you when they’re very concerned, very pitying, or both. 

“What’s going on?” you ask, though you already know. It’s not as if you would usually hang about in your towel all night after a shower, but they’re getting you dressed for a reason. 

James’ brows twitch together sympathetically. Sirius’ voice is gentle. “Baby, we need to go get your head looked at.” 

Your upset blooms fast and hot, tears choking you. “Why?” 

“You have a concussion, sweet girl. It seems fairly bad already, and it could get worse.” 

“But you’re…you always say hospitals can’t even do anything for those.” You know you sound childish, whiny and difficult, but you can’t help yourself. Your boyfriends don’t seem to hold it against you. James rubs your arm while Remus pulls your socks on with sweet, lingering touches. A tear squeezes out of your eye. “Why do I have to go?” 

“You’re right, there’s not much they can do,” says Remus. His voice is calm and even, a balm to your frazzled nerves. “But a concussion can be dangerous, and without tests we won’t know how dangerous it is or if there’s anything they can help with.” 

“That’s all we’re going for, angel,” James says lightly. “Just some tests. It won’t take terribly long, and we can stay with you most of the time.” 

You’re hardly hearing him, shaking your head despite the way it aches. More tears crest your cheeks, your breaths wet and quick. “Can’t we wait and go tomorrow?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” James takes your hand, squeezing your fingers. “We can’t, my love, but it’s going to be okay.” 

“I really can’t.” You pull your hand from his, wiping underneath your eyes. Your hair is still wet from the shower, cold seeping into your fresh sweatshirt. “I can’t do it. Please don’t make me.” Your voice chokes into a quiet squeak on the last few words. 

Remus coos and sits beside you on the bed, wrapping you up in a hug. You cry into his shoulder as he rocks you gently, murmuring against the side of your head. “Please,” you try again. 

He holds you closer. “I know, darling.” His voice is a low whisper. “I know it’s hard for you, and I know it’s scary, but we’ll be there with you. It’s not going to be as bad as you’re thinking. What we’re going for is really very simple, and Sirius can explain it to you on the way, hm? You’ll be alright.” 

When you calm some, he goes to warm the car, passing you off to Sirius and James to get your shoes on. 

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, baby,” Sirius promises, kissing the shell of your ear as he walks you outside. His arm is heavy around your shoulders and James is quick to take your hand after locking the door behind you, bolstering you for what’s ahead. “You think we’re gonna let you get hurt? This is going to be the easiest hospital visit you ever had. We run this place, they’ll have us in and out.” 

“I wouldn’t say we run it,” Remus says drily as you three pile into the backseat. “More like we engage with it, in twelve hour shifts, four to five times a week.” 

“But we do have lots of friends,” James chips in. 

“Exactly.” Sirius busies himself with wiping the last of your tears while James gets your seatbelt on. “Like the radiographer at Bellevue. You’ll see, baby. We’ve got you covered.”

[ladyshinga]

Literally just caught myself thinkin "why am i feeling anxious" gee idk, me, why do you think. What. what could be happening rn. what could the day be.

[illusionremember]

Well, I don't know about y'all, but completely regardless of what happens in the next few days? I am not fucking giving up. We don't know the full results yet, but I'm already angry. I mean literally mad as hell. I think really, I've been mad as hell for a very long time.

So you know what? I am going to be fucking kind. I am going to be fucking compassionate. I am going to fucking help where I can, and keep making my tiny little corner of the universe as full of love and hope as I can. I am going to keep voting, because that's one step closer to fucking fixing this. I am going to keep raising my voice, and uplifting others' voices, because I've got one fucking skill in this world and that's stories.

You know why I'm going to do all this? Because that's what this is all about. The entire purpose of human society is to take care of those around you. I've spent way too long dragging my way out of despair to let it drag me back again.

Take the time you need. Take a step back to take care of yourself, so that when you're ready, you can help take care of others. As for me, it's my turn to take a step forward.

[itspileofgoodthings]

me like “oh Steve harrington is actually cute.” that’s the grist I’m talking about. And it doesn’t happen until it happens.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

bumblebees first day out of sublevel 50

[aes-555]

Stars are literally the best thing that has happened EVER like what do you mean they re realll?? Can you imagine!!! Little dots of bright light among the dark blanket of the universe!!

I wanna find out who saw a star and thought, yep it's 🌟 and kiss then on the fking lips. Like I love the shape so much!

looking up at night and realizing omg !!!!! stars !!!! - i dont think i’ll ever outgrow that

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[astr0disiac]

"toxic yaoi" this "password" that

THIS being one of stan's lowest moments is the saddest thing i've seen and no one has talked about it what the freak :(

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[mebssann]

"You'd be living in a castle with food and medicine and trained squirrels to tend to your every need."

bonus ver w/o text and extra doodle:

[blessyouhawkeye]

it's been years and it's still genuinely crazy to me that the first two seasons of stranger things had this throughline where all the bad things that were happening in hawkins were directly caused by the us government and that they were excusing the awful things they were doing to their own citizens (children!) through cold war/red scare reactionism. and then in season three there was a secret russian base under the town mall.

[hattersarts]

im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up

[beka-tiddalik]

Translation into plain English:

Academic writing is hard to read because you need to use the more specific jargon words to better make a more fine tuned and nuanced argument that will make sense to other academics. This has the outcome that people who aren't fluent in that jargon have trouble reading it which causes a cirular discussion/echo chamber effect as academics talk in circles at each other while non academics or even academics who aren't fluent in *that* specific jargon can't understand what is happening in the conversation and so are excluded from it.

Plainer English translation: People use big words that others can't understand because they need them to make a point that maybe only matters to people who understand the big words. People in the big word conversation only argue with each other. This is unfair on people who are left out of the conversation who might be affected by outcomes or have something to add that is important.

Especially because the conversation might on the face of it be about the definition of say, what counts as an endangered species but then suddenly a big honking bulldozer is allowed to flatten the bushland backing onto your property because the birds you like to listen to singing are only "threatened" not "endangered" and so aren't protected by environmental law. For example. There are literally millions of others.

It's a problem.