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treadmilltreats · 3 months ago

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How the world has changed

I love Facebook's remember when because it reminds me of events that I may have forgotten or didn't realize happened so recently or so long ago.

This morning as I was going through I saw so many of my posts about what the world was like a few years ago. We were on lockdown, COVID was spreading like wildfire, people were dying and on top of that, there were riots all around the world about black lives matter. In all my years on earth, I had never seen anything like what was going on during this time.

It felt like the world was imploding on itself. People had so much anger and hatred and most people were just scared of what was going to happen to the world. I even remember my girls asking me if the world was coming to an end and I honestly couldn't answer them. None of us knew what was going to happen.

I can't imagine what people who had depression issues or anxiety attacks were going through during this time. I look back and think, did we learn anything? Has the world changed because of this? Unfortunately, It doesn't seem like it.

The left is still against the right. Our freedoms are being taken away little by little every day. There are still mass shootings and there are no different gun control laws. Black men are still being shot senselessly without any justification or repercussions.

If you follow me or know me, you know that I try to look for all the lessons in whatever life throws at me. In the good and the bad but others don't see the world like I do. Many people don't want to take responsibility for their actions or admit to failure or wrongdoing (You don't have to look far, you can just look at the person you elected to run our country to see that). It's as if that would make them look bad or less than in others' eyes. But we all must stand up and take responsibility for the state the world is in right now.

We allowed politicians to lie to us, to do things that don't benefit the whole, instead of just the upper 10%. We haven't spoken up enough for the rights of others when we could have and now our own beliefs and rights are slowly being chipped away at. People are going without food and shelter in the United States of America!

We are becoming a third-world country right in front of our eyes and yet there is no change.

So today my friends, like I always say at the end of every blog, be the change you want to see. I believe wholeheartedly, we can all change at any time if we choose to do so. It takes one person to stand up and say enough is enough. One Rosa Parks to say I will no longer stand for this, to make a difference. We all need to take responsibility for what we have allowed to become of our world and if we want it to change we all need to be that change we want to see.

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opintexspices · 2 years ago

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kyuuzeroichi · 2 years ago

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The Digital Space: Tumblr

With the world becoming more and more connected to the internet, we find ourselves meeting and greeting in what was initially seen as an unconventional way. We migrated away from the physical and onto the digital. As technology has progressed and the power of information landed in the palm of our hands, digital communities are here to stay. These platforms allow us to connect with different individuals across the world with similar interest, perspectives, and values. As the internet is aging, there have been various platforms that have risen and fallen over the years, one of which is still standing tall, Tumblr.

Unlike Facebook, that required its users to use their full name in order to use the platform, Tumblr allowed it’s users to remain anonymous, and disclosing their real names was a choice of their own. Tumblr is a well-known digital community, that is reminiscent of blogging sites that were prevalent during early 2000’s. Tumblr brought together like minded bloggers, content creators and consumers all under one roof. To help with the unification of the platform, Tumblr’s utilization of hashtags aided in discoverability for one’s blog to the masses. From lighthearted topics like food or travel, to more sensitive topics that gain traction and rally more people behind, like the Black Lives Matter movement or body positivity. “Hashtags and social media in general allow for collective solidarity that cuts across the lines of class, race, and sexuality” (Gill & Orgad, 2018). As Tumblr was originally known for its tolerance and acceptance with NSFW (Not Safe For Work) content, this permitted more awareness and thought provoking movements, branching out into sub genres and gain momentum with hashtags such as “effyourbeautystandards”, “beautybeyondsize” and “curvygirl” to further increase the outreach. In conclusion, the digital space has become our playground, workspace and the “water cooler” for any and all forms of discussion and communication. Reif, A, Miller, I, Taddicken, 2022, “ ‘Love the Skin You’re In’: An Analysis of Woman’s Self Presentation and User Reactions to Selfies Using the Tumblr Hashtag #bodypositive”, Mass Communication and Society

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tittyinfinity · 1 year ago

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I've noticed that the vast majority of people that I've come across who hold this "vote blue no matter who" opinion are white.

And I know firsthand that a major part of white USamerican culture is making sure that white people stay comfortable. And I don't just mean that as far as politics - white families even expect their family members to never bring up any topics that make them uncomfortable, lest you be accused of "ruining the mood." I can't talk about disability rights without getting scolded on how my complaints "turn everything too negative." And just because you have progressed further left than your white family members does not mean you have completely unpacked just how much USAmerican society is based on your white personal comfort.

There are white people being oppressed for their gender, sexuality, and disabilities, yes. But any issue we face, BIPOC are affected by twice as hard. But again, because of White Comfort, we have to pretend like we're all equally oppressed for these issues. "Omg don't make it into a race thing, don't play oppression olympics, we're all in this together!"

If we're all in this together then "together" should include allowing them to safely voice their opinions. Even if you don't agree with them.

the fact that there has been never-ending genocide from the US ever since it was was "founded" and we're still gonna believe that electoral politics can save us just because they haven't committed genocide towards the able-bodied white people living here "yet" is extremely concerning in terms of seeing just how far we'll let democrats go as long as the genocide goes to someone else. I guess we're gonna completely forget about the BIPOC and disabled people who have already been dealing with murder & oppression here in this country for hundreds of years. Let's just forget about the fact that we still have camps at the Mexican border to throw people in while stealing their children and adopting them out to white families. Let's just forget about the fact that the government still poisons the water in black neighborhoods. Let's just ignore that our government allows disabled people to suffer and die because of lack of access to healthcare, money, and accessibility in general. ESPECIALLY disabled BIPOC. Let's just ignore how Native Americans haven't stopped dealing with genocide ever since the first white man showed up.

People here who have been continuously oppressed throughout every presidency have been trying to tell everyone this for years. I noticed a lot of the BIPOC bloggers I used to follow are no longer active on their accounts, because Y'ALL DROVE THEM OFF THE WEBSITE. Because you put this expectation on them to be super polite about their criticism of the government lest they be accused of being too rude or angry, which is literally a racist talking point that has been used to suppress the voices of black women. Many of them being accused of being "Russian psyops." A lot of white people posting about supporting BLM while telling POC to shut up every time they criticize our system.

How many more years do we need to wait for liberation just to make sure those of us who aren't who aren't impacted can be comfortable, because "at least that's less genocide?"

And I can't speak for every disabled person, but my life has gotten significantly worse under Biden than it did Trump because he's doing nothing to stop the inflation crisis. They give me $760 a month. And that was after I spent a year fighting to get it raised from $700. But then they also took away $100 of my food stamps right after raising my SSI, and this month, they reduced it by $70 more. So they actually took $110 a month AWAY from me. I won't give Trump any credit for it, but I got enough food stamps to feed my entire family of 5 at the time, and now, with a total of $170 less food stamps for the month added onto how food prices are skyrocketing, I can't even feed my family of THREE for two weeks. I'm living at my mom's because I lost the ability to afford the $100 increase in my rent. I'm starting to think maybe the presidential election doesn't matter much if neither candidate can stop bad shit from happening and keep INCITING it instead

i can't shut up i'm sorry I'm ranting about Biden again

I'm starting to think Trump's presidency really wasn't any worse than what we have going on now, he was just targeting different people.

Bear with me.

The thing is, Biden has been the president for most of the pandemic and he hasn't been doing anything to stop the spread of it, so when people say "but Trump would kill US here!!" I wanna mention that Biden is already killing people of all parts of the political spectrum with his passiveness on covid

Biden is smarter than Trump. He's been in politics longer. He has had decades of learning how to maneuver politics. He has agreed with a lot of bad policies, many more than Trump even had the ability to do w his only 4 years of presidency. Trump is more interested in his image than anything else. Which is also dangerous! But it's much easier to convince people that Trump, a guy who is loud about his prejudices and caused a lot of damage because of that, is worse than a guy who pretends to agree with you on issues and then commits literal genocide.

Like I said, it just changes who is targeted instead. But is that really the case? We're already being targeted in different ways. A few good things have passed under Biden! But we also lost more bodily autonomy rights as far as abortion and trans rights go (not everywhere, but many states have become dangerous to live in). "That's not completely his fault" sure! Well then if the president doesn't have the power to change things truly for the better themselves, then worrying about who the president will be doesn't really matter. Also, presidents in the US have the ability to make executive orders.

And maybe he has spoken up on these things more and I just haven't heard about them - but Biden does not take the time to speak out about the anti-abortion, anti-trans, or healthcare related issues, except for the occasional quip here and there before he goes right back to not giving a shit. And I'm only using those as an example because a lot of "vote blue no matter who" people apparently only care about what happens to people here instead of in other countries.

And it's just really shitty to say "well what about the people who COULD die under a republican presidency instead of the real people dying from Biden's incitement of genocide right now!"

Trump incited a LOT of hatred in our country, yes. It pushed people to be more loud and open about their prejudices. But the deaths caused by hate crimes and COVID here in America were not on near of a large and deadly scale as what Biden is doing right now. We didn't watch our entire cities get destroyed and have our entire families wiped out.

So it seems, again, like the "vote blue no matter who" crowd only cares about politics when it comes to how THEY will (or MIGHT) be affected.

Am I saying vote for Trump or DeSantis? Fuck no. I'm saying prevent the next election from happening and burn this imperialistic genocidal government to the ground. The US has caused enough death, well into the millions, ever since it was created, and hasn't ever stopped committing genocide. But it only seems to matter when it (COULD) happen to white Americans.

Mexican people are still being put in cages and having their children stolen, too.

Indigenous people are still being murdered.

Disabled people are still dying from lack of accessible healthcare.

And the prices of everything have SKYROCKETED since Biden became president.

People are already suffering under a democratic president. You just won't care until it happens to you.

#i have been looking for more blogs run by POC to follow because of the fact that so many I used to follow have completely inactive blogs now #and I wanna boost their voices #but also we as white people need to have this discussion about how most of our politics rely on us specifically being comfortable #even if it's at the expense of others #and that's not a discussion POC can keep having FOR us bc we won't do it our fucking selves #and should also be posting about deconstructing the remaining biases we have #instead of putting all the labor on POC to raise awareness about how they suffer at the hands of those biases #leftists are not immune to being racist #and as a disabled person i've noticed there is a trend between posts made by POC and disabled ppl of all races #talking about the issues they struggle with and those posts rarely gain traction #but I didn't notice the EXTENT of how much BIPOC bloggers were silenced until it started happening to me too (on a much smaller scale)#and the fact that I didn't realize that until then means I still have biases to deconstruct (like we all do)#it hit me that the reason i rarely see posts from USAmerican BIPOC about their criticism of the government #is bc y'all won't share their posts bc it makes people ''uncomfortable''#because y'all won't share posts from us disabled people that ask you to give a shit about how your actions affect us either #it makes you too uncomfortable to think that the shit you say and do actually has an affect on others #I am BEGGING you to think about this more if you're white #.bdo #joes of bye den #also I'm not gonna forget the fact that black bloggers have been pointing out that everyone has been misusing the word ''woke''#and that blowing off AAVE as ''gen Z slang'' is harmful #and y'all COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT #just like y'all ignore disabled ppl when we say using ''you clearly never leave the house'' is a stupid ass insult to use

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allthecanadianpolitics · 2 years ago

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What's scaring me as a POC is how many POC I know seem to have been alarmingly fascist all along, or fall for fascism 😔 A local East Asian food blogger whom I thought had been posting anti-vax rallies and the Freedom convoy turned out to be a supporter who's currently wining and dining with PP, and is using his huge following here to campaign for him to become PM. My Black neighbours who used to vote Liberal at least for years became PPC voters. I got stopped in the street once and got a fascist rant about how the left, LGBT community, Black Lives Matters: immigrants, homeless, etc. are ruining Canada, a land of law and order, unlike the uncivilized brown countries, and we need strong right-wing leadership and police. (This guy was Middle Eastern and an immigrant himself, and a South Asian woman who was there also backed him up on his fascist beliefs.) So many people in my own community seem to love the right bc 'they won't make us pay taxes' and 'traditional values'.

I just want to scream that they will never be accepted by white supremacists who are just using them, and would happily want us all dead or deported, but some of them really believe that aligning with whiteness will get them ahead of other POC and immigrants they see as lesser, and it's so frustrating.

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capseycartwright · 3 years ago

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Hi! I just saw your reblogged prompt list, and if you have an idea for 31. northern lights, I would love to see what you come up with! I know this isn't too classical for Christmas but.. anyway, thank you!

Eddie knew everything about Buck. That was the point of being married, he supposed – he knew every dream, and whim, and desire his husband had. He knew Buck’s favourite colour, favourite food, how hot he liked to have his shower temperature – and what his dream vacation, was.

The Northern Lights.

It had started, during lockdown and quarantine. Buck had found a woman on TikTok who lived in the Arctic, in a remote town, and he’d gone down a pretty intense rabbit hole – finding bloggers and documentaries and consuming every bit of content he could, transfixed by the idea of the Northern Lights – this majestic, magnificent aurora that you could see across the Arctic circle, the sky a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and purples.

Eddie wished he had the money to take his husband to see the Northern Lights – really, he did – but they had a kid to provide for, and a mortgage to pay, and Eddie’s paycheck didn’t extend to paying for Buck’s dream trip to the Arctic. Maybe one day – Eddie was an optimist, and he was good at saving money, too, and he’d pull it together, one day, but it wasn’t going to be this year.

But it had been a rough few weeks, and Eddie wanted to be able to do something nice for Buck. They’d had a string of bad shifts, and worse calls, and Buck was struggling – Eddie had known and loved the man long enough to know when Buck was struggling, even if he wasn’t able to voice how down he was feeling.

So, Eddie had faked a snotty nose, and asked Buck if he could drop Christopher off at Karen and Hen’s house for a sleepover – carefully preplanned with Hen, over a quiet moment in work, restocking the ambulance – and he’d set his plan in action.

When they’d moved into their new place, the first house of their own, the first thing they’d bought was black-out curtains for their bedroom (“Because we work stupid hours,” Buck explained, wobbling on their unsteady ladder as he measured the width of their windows. “And this way, we get to sleep in.”) and they paid off, for many reasons, but right now, they paid off because they made their room dark enough for Eddie to set up their projector.

He’d done a bit of furniture rearranging – and Eddie definitely did not recommend trying to move a California King bedframe on your own – and made them a nest of blankets and pillows, even going as far as making a pot of hot chocolate for them – the dark chocolate one Buck loved so much, with a hint of chilli in the mixture, cosy and warm and comforting, in the very best of ways.

“Eddie?” Buck called, the sound of the front door clicking behind him drawing Eddie’s attention.

“Hi,” Eddie greeted, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. “Shoes and jacket off, please.”

Buck laughed, tiredly, but complied, hanging his jacket on the hook by the door, easing off his sneakers. “What are you up to, Eddie Diaz?”

“Buckley-Diaz,” Eddie corrected with a grin, pressing a steaming mug of hot chocolate into Buck’s hands. “I wanted to do something nice for you, after these terrible few weeks,” he explained, guiding Buck down the hallway, pausing outside of their bedroom. “I know – I can’t afford, to take you on your dream holiday, right now, to the Arctic, to see the Northern Lights.”

Buck shook his head. “Eds, come on – neither of us can afford to do that, right now, it doesn’t matter.”

“Hush,” Eddie soothed, running a hand down Buck’s side. “But I thought that this year, I could bring the Northern Lights to you,” he continued, pushing open the door of their bedroom. It was dark, inside, completely dark, and their projector was playing a rolling video of the Northern Lights against the blank wall of their bedroom. Eddie had found – with Christopher’s help – a three-hour long video of the Northern Lights, and the bright purples and greens were illuminating their room.

“I know it’s not the real thing,” Eddie shrugged, feeling slightly nervous, wondering how Buck would react. “But I hope you like it.”

“Eddie,” Buck set his hot chocolate down, wrapping Eddie in one of those signature Evan Buckley hugs, arms tight around Eddie as he held him close. “God – I love you so much,” he said, kissing each of Eddie’s cheeks in turn, and then his lips. “Eddie – baby,” he sounded in awe, as he looked around the room. “This is amazing.”

Eddie couldn’t help the way his face flushed. “It’s just a video.”

“It’s not, though,” Buck shook his head. “You – you listen, Eddie,” he said. “To every silly little thing I tell you.”

“I always listen,” Eddie reassured, because he did – of course he did. He loved to listen to Buck, all the silly thoughts and random questions and the running monologue that Buck would give. He loved to listen to Buck.

“That’s why I love you so much,” Buck kissed him again, gaze fixed on the projector. “We couldn’t go to the Northern Lights – so you brought them to me,” he sounded amazed, eyes wide as the video gently flickered on, the soft jazz music Eddie had set to play from his phone the only other sound in their room. He was smiling – really smiling, for the first time in weeks, the expression soft, and sincere, and one of the very many things Eddie had fallen – and continued to fall – in love with every single day.

“I’d do anything, to see you smile,” Eddie admitted, tugging on Buck’s hand, getting the two of them settled in the little nest of blankets he’d made them, hot chocolate in hand. “You know that, right?”

Buck curled close to him, humming happily, more relaxed than he’d been in a while. “I know,” he reassured, linking his fingers tightly with Eddie’s, eyes trained on the video. “That’s why I married you, Eds.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to Buck’s shoulder, more interested in Buck, than he was in the flickering Northern Lights that had made their unusual – and very digital – journey to their home in Los Angeles. “I love you.”

Buck's grin was a chocolatey one, the remains of his first few sips of hot chocolate clinging to his scruffy off-duty beard. "I love you more."

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acupofjones · 5 years ago

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May we always remember Freedom Was Never Free!

In honor of Juneteenth my husband tasked our kiddos with researching and writing one page about Juneteenth.

I love what they wrote and I’m honored to share! It’s important not only that we know our why, but that we ensure our children understand it as well!

I almost teared up when Lyss wrote that Juneteenth is not only about freedom, but about honoring those that made this freedom possible…

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keyofjetwolf · 4 years ago

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Bonus Question Answers! (anime heat 2)

I asked a silly question! You gave me incredible answers. SO VERY MANY INCREDIBLE ANSWERS. Now, I present my favourites! And really, they were ALL favourites. Mmm, headcanony goodness.

Oh, special shoutout to this unattributed one, which I suspect fell prey to someone submitting early, but as phrased, made me snort laugh: “one of my longest held headcanons is that ami“

SAME, FRIEND

Anyway, If your answer is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE

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Q: Senshi headcanon time! Intrigue me, humour me, crush me, FEED ME.

* Michiru actually did have a guardian cat, once. It was silvery grey with dark blue eyes. It did not speak, but it was always there to provide support and comfort in a life which had little of either. The first time Michiru had a strong vision, which left her cold and senseless on the floor of her room, it was the small warmth from her cat that brought her back to the world of color and light and solidity. The cat was a friend and confidante in those early days, when Michiru was unsure if this experience was real or the beginnings of schizophrenia. The fact that her mother could see the cat, and regularly make comments about the uncleanliness of such creatures, was proof of Michiru's new reality. So when the cat entered the fray to distract a youma, saving Michiru, but being killed in the process, it became one more thing that the Moon had given her, only to steal away. Michiru promised herself to never rely on another again, or to allow the Moon to have her heart again. And she had done fairly well at this. Haruka, for all her charms, was a plaything, and not something to sacrifice herself for. But pausing outside the Marine Cathedral, Michiru found herself looking into dark blue eyes, so different, but so similar, and knew that she would do anything and everything in her power to keep from having to watch them close, again. -- @incorrecttact [YOU ARE ALSO KILLING THESE QUESTIONS. This hit me right in the kokoro, and I welcomed its sweet sweet pain.]

* Mako teaches Hotaru, Chibiusa, and the Amazon Quartet to cook and bake as a bonding activity. Hotaru LOVES making cakes and decorating them. Chibiusa likes cooking with noodles and even making her own; it doesn’t sound special, but the food she makes is DELICIOUS. Ves, the red one, finds cooking easy, but doesn’t like it and so never does outside of being coaxed into it. Jun, the green one, finds baking easy, but also doesn’t like sweet things, which limits her repertoire. Cere, the pink one, has no natural talent, but she very much WANTS to be good at it, so she turns out to be the best cook of her Senshi group. Palla takes to neither, but she is very enthusiastic about eating their experiments. -- Jules [I am an absolute slut for Mako and moments with the kids, and including the Quartet was a brilliant stroke.]

* A Serenity is not supposed to be reborn. They are born, they live, they die, and they are done. They are not like the Senshi, whose souls reincarnate, carefully bound to Serenity blood. They are not supposed to be reborn, so when Queen Serenity sees everything fail and decides to send their souls to the future, the Senshi are easy. Serenity is not. In desperation, Serenity does something she would have never considered in any other circumstance: she ties Serenity's soul to the Senshi. What was once a one way tie, has now become an equal bond, and so everything changes. -- @madegeeky [Ooo, this is some lovely twists on my own reincarnation headcanons, while still keeping the “this is a mistake” flavour. IT TASTES GOOD.]

* How about more Rei whistle antics? You headcanon Usagi would use the whistle for every mundane thing and Rei would come. Usagi would do this at 2 AM in the morning too and Rei would still be woken up and still come even in pajamas if she need be because Usagi had a spooky nightmare or "Rei-chan I fell off my bed and now my face hurts". Knowing Rei whistle antics can be funny for us and maybe aggravating for Rei at times because "Usagi you blew the whistle because you fell off the bed?" what if we can make it a pinch sad? Like what if Rei can tell what sort of peril Usagi is in by the way she blows the whistle in tone? Like when it's a sad somewhat weaker whistle, even if it's just a tiny subtle tone, Rei can IMMEDIATELLY tell "USAGI IS SAD AND NEEDS ME" and she will RUSH over in 5 seconds like in her Rei way, she might even have the mind to bring snacks, cocoa and plush to hug for the comfort. -- Mrs. Duckling [HOW ABOUT INDEED. I hadn’t thought about the different ways the whistle can be blown and what it might say, what a wonderful addition. THANK YOU FOR CATERING DIRECTLY TO ME AND MY NEEDS]

* PGSM!Sailor Mars - [REDACTED] Oh. Right. You're not there yet. Awkward... Anime!Minako is a huge fan of romance manga, but for all the wrong reasons. She tried drawing doujinshi of crack ships before realizing that A) she's not really a writer and B) she's REALLY not an artist. She plans on using some of her rich idol singer money to commission really bizarre romance stories. The sort that make you go WTF?! Of course, step one is "become a rich and famous idol"... Meanwhile, Rei also buys the romance manga that Minako gets into, (partially so she'll shut up about it) but mainly just analyzes them for mood and the characters, and gets frustrated when they inevitably devolve into nothing but sappy kissing and mooning over each other. She's trying to see why Minako gets so obsessed, but doesn't want to flat out admit that she doesn't get it and have to ask. -- Peter "Pigeons!" Svensson [I had nothing but fun with this, fantastic. ps: THANK YOU FOR THE PIGEONS NOMINATION]

* If these four* Senshi were to meet you, I think they'd each also be meeting some of their best qualities: Usagi is love, and that love is infectious as HELL. Much like a certain blogger who has amassed an international following on the strength of her love for her favourite media, wouldn't you say? Ami is very impressed by your office set-up! But when she sees you re-enter the room with a sprightly little black cat riding on your shoulder, she knows she has discovered a kindred spirit. Where can Rei-chan possibly begin? From your passionately informed and encyclopedic knowledge of their interactions ("She has RECEIPTS, Usagi!"), to your, let's call it tenacity ("She stirred that sugar for TWO HOURS, Usagi!!"), Rei finds so much to admire. And while no one could ever possibly love Rei as much as she loves herself, she magnanimously allows that you are a close second. As for Haruka, well! World Shaking? More like Toilet Breaking! You wrecked that shit and unleashed the sea. She can certainly relate *eyebrows, eyebrows* *would that i had time to write out blurbs for the others! but we're heading back into lockdown today, and i need to get to the post office to mail you a package. PRIORITIES! xo -- @rasiqra-revulva [Okay look when I said “crush me” I didn’t mean WITH NICENESS. Also thank you for the huge laughs. *eyebrows, eyebrows*]

* Minako manages to write a tell-all book (anonymously, of course, and with names changed to protect the relevant,) about their first few years as Senshi in the lull between Stars and Shit Escalating Again. Even more astoundingly, she manages to get it optioned as a film and play Sailor Mars without blowing her cover! Rei seethes. Minako’s annoyed because she tried out for Usagi. Usagi’s just happy Minako’s successful. The film manages to pick up nominations come award season, and Michiru even arranges for the rest of the Senshi to attend. Minako loses to some film from a really overrated director that manages to out-award bait her reenactment of D-Point. She’s silently fuming through his acceptance speech when he’s Burning Mandala’d mid-sentence. And that’s how the Senshi discovered that Jadeite survived getting run over with planes, joined the entertainment industry after Beryl’s defeat, and had been using it to drain energy ever since! Sailor Mars’s speech about how he disgraces the passion of filmmakers everywhere and her comrade’s hard work goes viral. -- Regalli [LOVED THE TWIST ENDING, also Rei basically stealing the awards show stage, as we all know she would]

* Not Senshi, but cats! One day, when Usagi is queen, she's going to decide to knight the cats. Luna thinks it's silly and figures Usagi is just acting on a whim, but Artemis has his chest puffed out and is glowing with pride. They're given tiny medals made by Endymion. -- RibbonFinale [Oh I DID want this. I wanted this very much, THANK YOU.]

* Makoto can't culture bonsai trees. It's not a matter of ability, or scale — she can work with tiny tools with equal facility as large ones — but she can't bring herself to push the things down, to cut and twist and bind them to grow the way _she_ wants, not the way it wants to grow. The tiny pine she bought to try it out, years ago, is in a pot in the corner of her apartment; it's just now grown taller than she is. -- Taperwolf [I didn’t expect this one to hit me as hard as it did when I started reading. Love it, love it, love it.]

* You know those 'meetings Usagi doesn't know about'? the ones where the girls dive into the nitty gritty about being senshi, the ones where they decide who will take up being the Disguise Pen Decoy if Minako is killed? Usagi knows about them. it was one of those 'character A eavesdrops and hears character B talking about them' setups, but instead of hearing Ami call Usagi a ditz, she hears Ami saying 'I'm the weakest fighter, if Minako is assassinated and we need someone to be decoy it'd be easier to explain away my absence than Rei's or Mako's' In these meetings they speak very coldly about themselves, Ami is always first to call herself the weak one, Minako calls into attention her showboating, Mako will openly remind people she doesn't think things through on the battlefield, and Rei derides herself on her inability to keep her cool (heh) and they all come up with contingencies to cover for eachother to the minutest detail. Usagi only ever evesdrops on one of these meetings, but now she knows they happen. and she can't un-know. -- Vega [OOOOOOOOOOOOOO.]

Manga Sailor Pluto has picked her nose 2,013,417 times. -- too ashamed to say [WHY THE SHAME THIS IS CORRECT AND NOW RIGHTFULLY CANON]

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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (currently looking to be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry! I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.

#the giftening 2020 #THE GIFTENING 2020 admin stuff #THE GIFTENING 2020 bonus q

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birdwonder · 5 years ago

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Genos and Saitama | Your Heroes

|| whoo, another amazing request from @tishimaaa! honestly people, feel free to request stuff from me, it makes me so happy! i really hope you all enjoy this lil’ fic - the main plot was a struggle to come up with, but the request for a reader who liked taking photos was so cute and perfect. <3

[F/N] [L/N]. Full time journalist and sadly, only part time blogger.

As generic as your occupation sounded, your life could be the furthest thing from that. You were a young adult, living in Japan in an apartment with decent rent but little to no neighbours, which made perfect sense seeing as your surrounding area was a honeypot for swarms of monsters that were ready to kill and slaughter.

Now, as horrible as that sounded, it wasn’t all that bad! As a journalist, it gave you an easy and early access to juicy scoops that you could impress your boss and editor with; and it gave you a heap ton to talk about for your hero fan blog online. Not to forget - you weren’t living alone. To be specific, you had two other roommates living in the cramped apartment that had a generous amount of space for one person, but no room at all for three.

Well, you say roommates but more officially they were your boyfriends. Emphasis on the plural. It may be unconventional to have not one but two lovers, but after staying with the both of them for such a long time and all three of you developing mutual feelings, why just settle for one when everyone could be happy? Genos, or more popularly known as Demon Cyborg by the masses, and Saitama who was doomed with the title Caped Baldly, were the two that had captured your heart. Your perfect heroes. Which worked well considering the fact that you were a hero fanatic, and they were always out doing something incredible that you could add to your page. Well, Saitama did a lot less than Genos but when he did fight oooh boy. Was it amazing.

It was seriously painful to know that Saitama got absolutely zero recognition for his heroic efforts, especially when he hasn’t lost a single battle to your knowledge! It’s the same routine really; a villain approaches, one hit and it’s over. ‘Caped Baldy’ really didn’t do him justice. He deserved a better name like ... The Punching Man! Or Single Punch.

You should really just stick to writing about heroes instead of creating them.

Sometimes when you felt like your blog had gotten dry or you were in desperate need of material for your work, you would wait close by Genos so that you could be there when he was alerted of any ‘approaching life forms’ as he occasionally put it or monsters that were attacking the cities.

Right now, your head was rested on his shoulder while you were sitting on the floor in front of a small TV, neither of you really paying attention to what was being said on the screen but it made for great white noise as the two of you simply enjoyed each other’s company. It would be even greater if Saitama was there too, arms wrapped around your waist or his head on your lap as he usually liked to laze about with you, unfortunately he was out buying groceries.

You sighed contently as Genos reached over to take a strand or two of your hair between his fingers, trying to get his sensors in his finger tips to pick up on the texture as he’s done so many times before. “It’s so soft...” He noted, focused so intently on your hair that it might as well been what was on TV instead of the weather report.

“Thanks Genos,” you laughed, winking as you joked, “I make sure to keep it brushed and conditioned just for you.” As appreciated as his praise was, you were certain that no matter if your hair was straight, curly, long or short, he would probably have something nice to say about it.

“Don’t do it for me! You should be taking care of yourself on your own accord. I read somewhere that treating your body well and taking care of yourself can help keep your mood up by a large scale.” The cyborg began to ramble, listing off a number of ways that you could pamper yourself as though he was a walking self-care beauty kit ad. At least you knew that next time you went shopping, you had the OK to buy a face mask.

As informative as it was, you lifted a finger to his lips to hush him, something you usually did when you wanted to keep him quiet. Or kiss him. That usually worked but then he wouldn’t speak for a good ten minutes.

From there the two of you continue to sit in comfortable silence until you heard the sound of a door unlocking and opening, causing you to lift your head from Genos’ shoulder to see Saitama had returned, hands filled with bags which had increased since the time you and Genos officially moved it. Thankfully being a journalist and S-ranked hero helped cover the expenses.

“Sai, welcome back!” You greeted with a sweet voice that instantly put a small smile on the C-ranked hero’s face.

“Hey. See you two are comfortable.” Saitama then proceeded to start putting the products he had bought away, careful to not put something cold in the cabinet or rice in the fridge since he was trying to do it all quickly to join your cuddling session. How dare you two be lazy and snuggle up when he had to sort out 50 coupons at the check out to find at least one that wasn’t expired? Unforgivable. “Totally not like I was outside freezing my ass off or anything”

You snickered at his sarcastic comment and made a ‘come here’ gesture. “Well if you hurry up, you can join us, dummy.”

“Or you could help out? Better yet. I sit down and chill and you do all of this, and cook lunch. And make some dessert while you’re at it maybe.” Saitama retorted, huffing at his lack of assistance while you cheekily grinned and tapped your chin, as if deep in thought.

“Hoooow about ... no.~”

Throwing his head back a little, Saitama groaned with annoyance even though he knew he wasn’t going to stay mad at you. “Maybe you want to help out, Genos?” He queried, raising a brow at the cyborg who had suddenly stood up, startling you from his unexpected move. Was he that excited to help sort out groceries?

“There’s something outside. No. Two beings are nearby.”

Finally, some action! Your eyes sparkled with excitement, looking back and forth from Genos and Saitama with an expecting look, knowing that they'd have no choice but to go check it out. After all, no one came round here except for monsters, and they wouldn’t dare let you sleep in a dangerous environment. What sweethearts.

They gave each other a nod, both knowing what they had to do, before looking over at you. “Stay here, [F/N]. We’ll be back in a short bit, just put the food away for me, yeah?” Saitama asked, only needing to take a few steps to be standing in front of you and place a hand on your head. In return, you leant up to peck his cheek as a good luck charm, a thing you usually did when they were about to head out.

“Do your best out there, guys!”

“We will do even better than that,” Genos corrected, mimicking Saitama by also patting your head. Guess he was trying to learn more from his sensei than just how to become a strong hero.

With that they were both gone and you were left in the apartment, standing in the middle of the square living room by your lonesome, but not for long! Turning on your heel, you rushed over to a corner of the room where you usually dumped your bag after work and rummaged inside looking for your camera.

You cheered a small ‘yes’ once you grabbed it, rushing to the door to slip your shoes on and dash out the house and down the building’s stairs. It took a lot of frantic looking around to find out where they went but luckily they had moved to one street over, already battling it out.

Well, Saitama was just standing there talking or maybe debating with one of the monsters who looked like a mix of porcupine and a mole rat while Genos was going head to head with an identical looking being but slightly taller and stockier. Already a few seconds in and you had snapped a few shots of Genos landing hits on the monster.

From the safety of just blatantly standing behind a brick wall’s corner, you continued to take more photos while the excitement of going home to upload them to your laptop was bubbling inside you. Obviously a few of the more up close and handsome would be saved for yourself . You may love sharing the amazing abilities of your lovers to the world but even you got a little jealous over fans looking at Genos too much.

‘It’s not fair, why is he so perfect?’ You mentally complained, cursing the fact the cyborg looked so good while also being a badass fighter. Sadly for you, you got way too wrapped up in your thoughts and failed to noticed the looming figure behind you.

With no warning or even an idea with what’s to come, a large hand wrapped around your throat from behind, forcing a gasp and sickly choking sound to escape your throat.

“Lookie, lookie. A little lamb fresh for the slaughter house,” a gruff yet arrogant voice cooed, sending all the worst kinds of shivers down your spines. With a grip tight on your throat, it was hard to move your head, especially when the stranger’s hand seemed to cover the whole surface area of your neck. Yet you managed to tilt it just enough to see the face of your attacker.

A deep blue mole like muzzle sniffled disgustingly near your face, as if to take in your scent. Small, black squinting eyes seemed to be heavily focused on you and it was clear by his much larger porcupine quills and stature, that this guy was the superior of the two other beasts fighting Saitama and Genos. Damn, he must have been too far away at first for Genos to have detected him.

“Let...go!” It was hard to choke out the command and all of your energy was going into swinging your legs back and forth, and scratching at the hand holding you in hopes it hurt enough to make him release his grip on you. To no avail, his hand didn’t so much as loosen.

In the most mocking manner ever, the mole creature barked out in laughter and seemed to even tear up a little at your feeble attempt of escaping. “Don’t be stupid, little thing! As the Rodent King, I’m making it my mission to expand my empire by killing off every single one of you miserable humans,” he boasted, chest puffed out as though he was announcing the world’s greatest news. If you had the energy to, you’d roll your eyes. “From a burrow in the woods to the whole of the miserable planet, and then the world, I will claim all of this land and my people and I will live long and fruitfully!”

Despite it being loud and obnoxious, the monologging rodent’s speech didn’t take your mind off the serious lack of oxygen you weren’t getting and your limbs began to go limp. The camera that was once in your hand clattered to the ground and shattered, the majority of it still being connected together with all the inner components sprung out and the lens had to have shattered; not that it mattered to a dead person.

The loud clatter of the camera caught the Rodent King’s attention, and his looked down to spot what had fallen and yet he asked, “huh? What was that?” His nose sniffed a couple of times, trying to find the scent of what had fallen and then it struck you. He’s as blind as mole. This guy relied on scent to see!

“No matter, it doesn’t matter now.” He shrugged, letting go of your neck, causing you to fall onto your knees and gasp for a desperate amount of air. ‘Oh sweet oxygen, don’t ever let me lose you again. I promise to walk more to work, I really do.’

Meekly, you looked up to see that your nightmare wasn’t over. The monster was now knelt down on one leg in front of you, one arm resting on his propped up knee and another was raised above your head, a large, clenched fist ready to crash down on your skull. “Like I said, you humans are destined to die by my hand! Now, any last words?”

Shit, shit. What to do? You weren’t ready to die, not like this. You hadn’t regained enough air to cry out for help, so all you had right now was yourself to save you. You and a ... busted camera! Patting around, you knew that the Rodent King wouldn’t notice your fidgeting so you quickly tried to search for it while still keeping eye contact with him, just so he didn’t grow suspicious.

“Yeah actually... Just three.”

Got it!

You grabbed ahold of the largest chunk of the camera you could find, and pulled back your arm, smashing the once treasured device onto the villain’s face while simultaneously quickly standing up. “Eat shit, bitch!”

A pained cry came from the Rodent King, who slapped his previously raised hand over his face to cover where the camera had hit him. Just like you, he had quickly gotten up though you were already taking two steps away from him. Now, if you could just run away, you could head for the other two! Oh God, how you wanted to hold them. To feel safe and warm in their arms.

That desire crashed down like a burning plane however when you felt your arm be grabbed. The mole clearly was strong enough to recover quickly from the minor attack, and he looked furious, quills sticking up much higher than before. “You bitch! How dare you! Do you know who you are dealing with?!”

Before you could even make a clever comeback, or a pathetic cry for mercy, the hold on you suddenly became non existent when a blast had hit the head of the Rodent King, sending him flying back a couple of feet away.

‘Huh? Wait, that could only mean,’ you cut off your own thoughts by swiftly turning around to see two figures standing in front of you, your boys. Oh, and did they look pissed.

“I believe it is you who doesn’t know who they’re dealing with.” Genos harshly stated, a now closing canon whirring from within his hand as he glared at the now writhing in pain monster. Saitama looked just as deadly, his expression darkened and already he was stepping closer to the villain.

“I’ll take this one Genos, just make sure that [F/N] isn’t hurt.”

With an accepting nod, Genos gently put an arm around you and pulled you close to his side, guiding you further away from the street for the sake of your wellbeing and your eyes not seeing what bloodshed would probably ensue.

“[F/N], what were you doing there? Do you know how dangerous it is to follow us into battle?!”

The scolding stung a little emotionally though his concerned expression and gentle hands lifting your chin to brush over any potential bruising on your neck made up for it, letting you know that it was just the stress of losing you that had gotten him so riled up.

“I’m sorry, Genos. Really. I just,” you choked a little, tears threatening to spill but you wouldn’t let them, “I just love seeing you and Saitama fight, and I’m just so proud to have such incredible boyfriends- I guess I just wasn’t careful enough.”

The robotic hero sighed. He couldn’t understand why you would risk yourself for a couple of candid photos of him and his sensei, especially when you weren’t even close to being evenly matched against any hero or villain. Though it didn’t mean he wasn’t flattered, plus he also knew that heroes were a passion of your’s, something he wouldn’t dream of trying to change.

Brushing some of your hair from your face that had gotten loose and messy from the scuffle you had, he rested his forehead against your’s and let a beat of silence pass before speaking. “It’s fine, please do not let yourself cry over this. Just next time, give us a warning? We will maybe try and work something out if you are so insistent on getting photos of our fights.”

That made you smile a little. As stoic and harsh as Genos may seem, his heart was usually in the best of places, especially when it came to those he cared about. It’s one of the reasons why you love him so much.

“Sure hon, though I doubt I’ll be taking any photos any time soon. I may have smashed my camera back here while I was being, y’know.” A weak chuckle left your lips, and Genos was about to say a few more words of comfort for your loss of a prized possession when a much calmer than before voice spoke up.

“No biggie, we can just buy you a new one, right?”

Turning around and smiling softly, the usual nonchalant expression of Saitama was as welcoming as a warm hug on a winter’s day. In his hand was a brown wallet, a few yen notes poking out of the pocket which gave the idea that a lot was inside. “Turns out even rat things carry about cash on them, and if I’m right this should cover for a new camera.”

Saitama placed a hand on your head like earlier, his eyes soft while glancing at you, something you responded to by pulling him into a tight hug and burying your face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. A much better thing to soak a few tears in than his flashy hero outfit, in your opinion.

“Oh thank you so, so much. You guys really are my heroes.” You sniffled, pulling your face away from Saitama’s chest. “I love you boys so much!”

Of course, the two had to smile at that, both leaning down to plant a small kiss on a temple either side of your head. “We love you more,” Saitama chimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while Genos opted for holding your hand loosely, which was usually out of his comfort zone in public areas. Luckily, it was only you three.

“Now, I believe Sensei brought some food home, yes? Shall we go prepare some lunch?”

“Oh yeah! If you two could make some soba that’d be great.”

“Oh Sai...”

#one punch man #opm #one punch man x reader #saitama x reader #genos x reader #x reader #request #i've always wanted to write a OPM fic #saitama #genos #caped baldy #demon cyborg

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red-talisman · 4 years ago

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Prompts for US Election Season Safety-Planning & Engagement

I’ve got some folks in my DMs getting salty after my earlier response to a US election-based post, so here we are, tired and angry.

What is a safety-plan?

A personalized, practical plan to improve your safety. I list some basics here, but everyone has different needs as an individual - it’s okay if this isn’t as useful to you as it might be for someone else. Cherry-pick what’s useful and discard the rest.

Emotional Safety

Consider the safe coping skills you already use when you’re feeling activated, triggered, or panicking. If those techniques use external tools, like a weighted blanket, get those tools out and have them on hand.

Reach out to people you trust with specific actions they can do to support you, as appropriate.

Consider limiting your social media engagement for a day, a few days, a week - however long you need.

If you still want to know about important updates, ask someone you trust to provide those upon your request.

Reach out to people you trust who share your specific worries, especially around a shared identity. This can help us feel less isolated. For example, my girlfriend and I will be texting each other cute animals because we are very gay and very tired.

Draw firm boundaries with people (especially conservative relatives) as needed who may want more of your time or labor than you have capacity for. If you’re not sure how to do that safely, you can call a domestic violence hotline and ask the advocate to help you find/practice language to use; this is something we regularly do with callers.

Physical Safety

We’re already seeing violence against individuals and groups of people who visibly belong (or appear to visibly belong) to politically vulnerable communities at polls or street shutdowns initiated by Trump trains.

Stock up on food, medications, and other supplies as much as you can to limit the number of times you’ll need to leave the house.

Try to avoid going out alone. Can an adult in your household/quarantine pod go with you?

Consider checking out phone apps that will automatically text/call someone you trust if you miss a check-in window (often used by femmes going out on a new date or to a club).

Be prepared for road closures by hostile Trump supporters. Unless you have the skills/resources for it, don’t initiate engagement! Find another route, if possible.

Know your legal rights in case law enforcement starts shit. Check out some street protester tips on how to navigate getting arrested, such as having important phone numbers written in permanent marker on your body somewhere. As most politically vulnerable folks know, you don’t have to be breaking any kind of law to get stopped; you can, quite literally, be peacefully in line at the polls and get pepper-sprayed by cops anyway.

Dealing with Feeling Helpless

Start by taking honest stock of yourself about your needs in the current moment. You put the oxygen mask on your face first, after all.

Second? Don’t judge yourself for having those needs. It’s hard, but I promise you that almost everyone is feeling “weak,” depressed, angry, anxious, and sometimes all of that at once. Stay present-focused: “This is a need I’m having. What is available to me to get that need met as safely as possible?”

Look for other people doing the same kind of you’re doing - or the kind of work you want to do. Collective effort shares the burden.

Remember that your people have survived generations of violence. We will continue to do so.

Understand that election-related stress will last for at least a few months.

There’s likely to be an escalation in violence no matter which way the presidential election goes, and either way, the next inauguration isn’t until January 2021. You need to be prepared for the long haul.

When you feel ready to reengage:

Recognize that voting is the least thing that a person can do. With work aimed at systemic, intergenerational violence, we need all hands engaged in a variety of ways for the long-term.

Stop going after activists of color who choose not to vote. If you don’t have personal lived experience relevant to their reasoning, leave them alone.

Be creative in adapting skills, interests, and networks you already have. Everyone has something to offer! Although aimed in part at pagans, this article gives some ideas and points to consider for everyone.

If anyone tells you that you don’t have anything to offer in social justice efforts, they’re an asshole. (And probably a bigot, and it’s probably ableist. Fuck those people.) When we say all hands on deck, we mean all, regardless of the lived experiences attached to those hands.

Do you have emotional or physical safety concerns that aren’t mentioned here?

Ask someone you trust to help you brainstorm. What are the concrete worries you have, emotionally or physically? How can you address, eliminate, mitigate, or cope with those worries in whatever creative, safe ways you can? Make an actual list if that helps.

Consider contacting a domestic violence hotline. We’re trained to safety-plan with people who are in the kind of danger that doesn’t usually go away quickly and who have limited access to resources (although if an unhealthy partner or relative isn’t part of your concern, it’s possible the advocate may try referring you elsewhere).

Warm lines are a cool alternative to hotlines. Lots of local and national ones exist for different purposes.

Check out some leftist blogs: they tend to regularly post content about safety related to different scenarios, much of which is also tailored to the needs of specific demographics (being trans, Black, Jewish, disabled, etc). One solid resource on tumblr is @antifainternational.

Check out blogs written by and for a particular demographic, even if you’re not part of that demographic. Writers, bloggers, and activists in these communities tend to have common lived experience of systemic violence and there is a lot of amazing, pragmatic content out there for coping under oppression.

Got questions? I’m happy to answer whatever I can via ask or DM, even if it’s to direct you to a resource more helpful than I.

#election 2020 #american politics #politics #voting #voter safety #there's a lot more i want to say but this is already a #long post #and i want to get this out since it's literally the night before official election day

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imtherealsebastiansatan · 5 years ago

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The number of asks isn’t going down so I’m taking a break.

I’m going to address something.

Brace yourselves.

I try to avoid giving my opinion on issues. I also don’t like talking about myself (I made a personal blog for my whining).

But as some people have said - as bloggers, influencers, fanpages, we have a platform and we should use it. Now, let’s be real. I don’t have a big following. I have maybe 500 followers or around there. I do know that this blog is talked about so I’m going to say a few things. A lot of things.

I fully support the movement. Black lives DO matter.

Fully means any means necessary. I’m taking an online course and there was a bit about good communication. Good communication requires two people. One person needs to express their feelings and concerns the other person needs to acknowledge that. Between the two they need to come up with solutions. Black people have tried expressing their problems every which way. If they need to burn the world down to be heard, then let it burn. Now don’t go saying Kevin told you to burn a trash can. But I won’t sit here and tell people what to do when it’s about something I could never relate to.

I don’t know how I feel about ACAB. I think in a general sense, I disagree. I do question it though because is a good cop really a good cop if he sees his buddy murder someone and covers up for him? Food for thought.

I hate that Anti-Fa is going to be a “terrorist group”. I do think their methods can be extreme but is the message? You would think Americans would be against fascism. And if anti-fa is a terrorist group, when are all the white supremacy groups going to be declared terrorist groups?

On the topic of fascism: Donald Trump is a fascist. Prove me wrong.

Curfews to silence protests are bullshit.

The NYPD blocking Brooklyn protesters from making it to Manhattan is bullshit.

Snipers on rooftops are bullshit.

The micro aggressions from the cops are bullshit. (Destroying makeshift medical tents at protests. Pouring out milk so people can’t wash out the pepper spray. Pouring out bottles of water that people leave out for protesters). Serve and protect.

I know material things can be replaced. HOWEVER, I died when I saw rioters in DC burn a homeless person’s belongings. They can’t replace what they have.

All of this could be avoided if 1. cops showed solidarity 2. Trump condemned the actions of the cops and made an attempt to fix the system (it would have guaranteed his re-election as well, I think).

I’m angry that people are now going “awe but small businesses are being destroyed!”. Where were you when Asian-owned businesses had to close down because they were being threatened or boycotted because of the “Chinese virus”?

I think we should listen to black people and follow their lead. All minorities too. We’re back up. Let them run the show.

Don’t fall into the pressures of social media either. Think. Analyze. Do what you believe is right. You don’t HAVE to donate. You don’t HAVE to post the “blackout”. You don’t HAVE to go out and protest. There are a million ways to show solidarity. Ask.

#kev speaks

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hsmakingmeblush · 6 years ago

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I’m Lost In Your Fire

A Vampire Journalist Harry Fic

*Read Chapter One

Chapter Two

Harry can’t help but let out a groan as he lets his body sink deep into the warm water filling his pearly white porcelain bathtub. It feels like a relief as the water sinks into his skin and envelops his sore muscles in warmth. He lets the soothing scent of lavender fill his nose and allows calm to overtake him as his bath bomb continues to fizz in the quiet of his bathroom.

Today hasn’t been the worst day he’s ever had, not by a longshot, but it’s been long and stressful. Putting up with pricks like Jimmy at the office all day and not being able to say anything can make the tension in his body skyrocket with holding back any reaction. And believe it or not, working on fluff pieces he could writing his sleep can actually be more draining than the hardest hitting journalism beats. There’s only so many times he can type out the words London Poodle Parade before wanting to break his computer himself.

But now that that piece is over, finally, he’s got to get down to the real business. Mr. Turner’s finally given him a story he can actually sink his teeth into… so to speak. It may not be the hard hitting stuff they write down in the political new section, but a profile feature actually gives him something to work with, real substance that’ll occupy his mind and give him something to research. Which is why he’s decided to take a nice long soothing bath to help ease him into the research process. Admittedly, it’s been awhile since he’s had to do anything this extensive.

So, Zoe Price, who are you?

He clicks his laptop on from where it was sitting asleep on his wooden bathtub tray along with his wine glass that was decidedly not red with wine.

He decides to start his search by typing her name into Google- the best way is oftentimes the simplest. He’s almost surprised when he sees the rest of her name pop up in his suggestions when he’s only typed “Zoe P” so far, but then he remembers that if this woman was truly a nobody he probably wouldn’t be writing a profile on her. He clicks down to her name and hits enter and the first thing his eyes are drawn to on the screen is the photo in the corner of a woman with warm eyes and dark hair. She’s not bad to look at, but he doesn’t let himself linger before he moves on to the rest of the webpage.

The first link up is for something called London Bites. Was she some kind of food blogger or something? Sharing recommendations for London’s hidden dining hotspots for tourists and residents alike can all enjoy the best of what the city had to offer? Hm, didn’t seem likely that he’d be assigned a profile on someone that… mundane.

He clicks the link, mentally reminding himself to go back and look through the twitter that had been listed just below on the search page.

At the top of the page is a a black and white photo of London with London Bites across the top in red cursive. Not exactly the vibe he would expect from a food blogger.

As he scrolls down, he sees yet another photo of who he presumes to be Zoe herself if the caption is to be believed.

Zoe Price.

24.

London, UK.

Political Science, B.A.

But in this one her hair is shorter, lighter, and any warmth Harry fleetingly thought she’d had minutes ago is nowhere to be found. She looks more severe in this photo, it’s to be expected when it’s clearly been professionally posed and shot for business purposes, but Harry can’t say he likes the way she looks in it all the same. Not that it matters what he thinks. He’s writing a piece on her and her work, not on… her looks or how friendly she may or may not be.

To the right of her photo is a little blurb that reads:

It can be hard keeping up with all the goings-on in London politics and current events. There’s politicians galore, people with opinions everywhere you turn, and vampires just around the corner. Join Zoe Price every Monday as she interviews guests, debates hot button issues, and provides you with your weekly dose of social and political insight. Whether you want to be a more educated citizen, you want to impress your friends with being up-to-date in all things politically relevant today, or you just like the sound of Zoe’s voice, this is the podcast for you.

Subscribe and listen to London Bites now on Apple Music, Spotify, or wherever else you like to stream podcasts.

Below that are little Twitter and Instagram icons which presumably link to Zoe’s own social media. A cursory scroll down also reveals the latest episode of London Bites available to listen, but Harry’s still thinking about her podcast description. “Vampires just around the corner.” He’s already getting the feeling that this piece isn’t going to be all that great of an opportunity as Mr. Turner suggested it would be. The churning in the pit of his stomach only worsens when his eyes focus on the title of her latest podcast episode just under the streaming widget.

Vampires: Friends or Foes

Vampires. Society loves to hate them. Are they really the filthy bloodsucking monsters politicians would have us believe? Probably. But join me as I share my own experiences with vamps and the stories my subscribers have shared. Who knows, maybe the results will surprise you.

It seems pretty obvious now, Zoe Price is no mundane food blogger. Instead she’s a… an antisanguinist? A sympathizer? Well, no definitely not a sympathizer if she says that vampires “probably” are all those vile things people say.

At this point Harry’s not altogether sure what to make of Zoe Price. And he’s not so sure he’s looking forward to figuring it out. Figuring her out.

He swallows down a big gulp of lukewarm blood before he clicks play and closes his eyes, allowing his body to sink deeper into the soothing lavender and chamomile oils that have mixed in with the warm water.

Hi everyone, welcome to London Bites! I’m your host Zoe and today we’ll be getting into what seems to be everyone’s favorite topic to discuss: Vampires. If you’ve been a subscriber for awhile you might remember our episode from a few weeks ago, The Londoners guide to dealing with vamps featuring guest Maggie Sinclair. If you’re new to the podcast don’t fret, you can go back and listen to self defense instructor Maggie Sinclair share all her tips and tricks for handling a vampire situation. I’ve received a lot of messages on social media since then letting me know how helpful you listeners found that episode, so as usual feel free to tell me what you want to hear and maybe it’ll make it into the podcast!

Now onto today’s business. I hope you have a snack and something to drink because today’s episode is gonna be a long one. There’s no guests today. Insert “boooo” sounds here (but not really because who has the budget and skill for that? Not me that’s for sure.

Harry’s ears prick up just the slightest bit at the laugh she lets out at her own self-deprecating joke, but otherwise he remains still and faintly tense as he waits to here what else Zoe has to say.

Today’s show is going to run a little differently than usual, but hey it’s always fun to spice things up once in awhile, right? Instead of a guest joining me, I decided to pose a question to my wonderful followers on Twitter and Instagram. What have your experiences with vampires been like? And bleeding heck you lot had many a story to share!

So without further ado I’ll get right into it. And if you’re asking yourself right now “when is Zoe going to share her own story?” well tha’s a good question and I’ll be sharing at the end so I guess you’ve got to listen to the whole episode to get to it. No one likes a podcast fast forwarder! At least I don’t.

Ah, our first story is from Amy right here in London and she said that she once saw a vampire help an old lady cross the street. Hm, well who’s t’say it even was a vampire. It’s London! The weather is absolute shite if the number of jackets I’ve got in my wardrobe is any indication. Who’s t’say it really was a vampire and not just a human whose mark was covered by his coat. I’ll just put that one down as a… maybe vampire experience.

Harry doesn’t know whether he should scoff at how very human it was for Zoe to bring up those damn marks or seethe at the notion that a vampire helping someone was impossible. Nonetheless, he finds himself rubbing the pad of his thumb over his own cross marking on the skin of his left hand, just as dark and inky black as the day he got it.

He must get lost in his thoughts, thinking back to how it felt to get the mark branded on— the excruciating, his tears as he looked over the doctor’s shoulder to find his mother’s eyes, her own solemn expression— because once Zoe’s voice floats back through his ears, she’s already in the middle of sharing someone else’s story.

We could just let the filthy leech stay in our town, Zoe, and living right by a school no less? Not on our watch. Me and a few of the guys got together and drove the bloodsucker right out. The best part was he didn’t even try to fight back! Can you believe how humiliating? If he wasn’t a disgusting monster I might’ve felt bad for the kid really, but ‘ey he got what he deserved.

Well listeners, what a harrowing account by Joshua in Liverpool. It just goes to show the lengths some vamps will go to concealing their identity and how we as citizens must be vigilant. It was great to hear that none of those children got hurt before Joshua and his friends were able to get rid of that vamp.

Harry’s breathing picks up at that, fast and loud in the quiet of his bathroom. His hands find the edges of his tub and his fingers curl over the porcelain in vice grips. That was- humans call them the monsters but when they do things like that… humans are the deluded monsters in this world.

And this, this Zoe Price. She’s just, well, it doesn’t seem like there’s a question about her being an anti now. The way she talks about vampires… pretending like she’s willing to give everyone a fair shake. Ha! Fat chance at that.

It’s then that he hears her say “it’s truly a godsend that those god forsaken leeches can’t procreate or else we’d truly have a mess on our hands trying to get not just adult vamps but their spawn too.”

He can’t slam his laptop closed fast enough. He wants to scream at all the anger bubbling up from inside his chest. These people, they don’t know anything! Harry’s disgusted at how Zoe’s voice curled around those words, how she said them as if she’s said them before. Most of all, Harry’s angry at the fact that hearing that sentiment isn’t new, far from it really. The fact this his whole life, he’s had to listen to human talk about how vamps shouldn’t have kids, how it was a good thing they couldn’t. Well, he only really started hearing the latter when he grew older, when people forgot, when he moved away from Manchester and nobody knew him or where he came from.

All the same, it makes him sick to hear and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do tomorrow when he’s supposed to call this woman and set up a meeting. He doesn’t know how he’ll stand being on the phone with her let alone seeing her in person.

To stop his thoughts from swirling around in his head, he lets his body sink down until he’s submerged in his bathwater. He lets the silence overtake him and feels his tense muscles relax and his limbs grow heavy. He thinks of his mother and how mad she used to get at him when he did this as a child. He thinks about how warm her body felt as she wrapped him up in a towel and held him close to her chest and whispered how much she loved him in his ear. He thinks about how much he misses her. How now there’s no one here to pull him out of the bath and dry him off. So he stays like that, in the dark and the silence until sleep overtakes him.

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*This fic would definitely not be written if it wasn’t for the amazing Danie @angelinsheer so thanks binch! And if you’re enjoying this fic just know that Danie’s been a huge help at planning and holding my hand through the entire writing process 😂

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6stronghands · 6 years ago

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hey my friends and followers

I have a favor to ask.

Almost without fail, most of my reblogs come from non-followers. Almost none of you guys reblog my writing, like none of it, but esp not the environmental stuff. As a struggling writer, I’m not thrilled about it, but as a lifelong nerd, it’s genuinely NOT why I’m here, like for real.

I’m on tumblr to connect with people and make friends and cry about Captain America and shit; I’m not here to go viral, or whatever. I’m a middle-aged nerd and I need to connect with other nerds about a lot of nerd stuff. I need to say stuff like “I’m worried about the new Good Omens because I’m worried about the kid they cast as the lead, I’m hoping he’s got the chops to be the Anti-Christ with a good heart who loves his friends and town and that’s a lot to ask of a little actor kid,” and have other people understand what I’m saying. I need to worry about this kind of shit with you guys, and celebrate the amazing stuff like Thor Ragnarok and Captain Marvel and all that. It’s important to me.

I have a sister who has a huge (HUGE) mommy blog and frankly, that scene is awful and she is awful. Like oh my god, if you only knew. She and her peers have made so much money (yes, I’m broke as fuck, so I resent the money she makes, I’ll admit that...I can’t even afford a new phone, old one finally broke and I’m phone-less right now, trying to find a refurbished smartphone asap cause these storms and tornadoes, fucking scary yo). Like, you can’t believe how much money and how much free stuff they get (everything from vacations to jewelry to microwaves and washers and clothes and makeup and food, like EVERYTHING, and that’s not even the ad revenue they haul in). The professional mommy-bloggers are The Worst. It’s like if the absolute meanest, sneakiest, snakiest, mean girls at school all got together and started a company. They don’t seem to understand the difference between networking and using people. They’re unpleasant and exhausting. If I cared about all that shit, I’d be on a more functional, less niche site. I’m not on Facebook because I had concerns about it from the beginning, not on Instagram, not on anything (except for Twitter, which is as horrible as I thought it would be but important in these fun political and environmental times).

ANYWAY. All that being said, I’d appreciate it if you’d reblog my environmental stuff. It’s really important to me. I do so much canvassing and door-knocking and boots on the ground stuff. It’s hard and lonely and so slow. And there’s just not all the time in the world for climate adaptation. We’re running out of time. And I don’t have great health (this is on top of the being broke problem, like I had NO IDEA how expensive flyers and posters were, and I’m paying for it all on my own), so I don’t know how much time I have or how long I can do this until my next health crisis (my stupid goddamm body is such a drama queen, it just never calms the fuck down, always one stupid goddamn thing after another, I’m so irritated with it). I will never, EVER ask any of you for money or other stuff. Like never. But I’m asking you to reblog the environmental stuff, please. It’s really, really important to me. I don’t know how else to make the world safer for my kids. I can barely put together bug-out bags and a teenytiny emergency supply kit. I don’t have connections or money or education or whatever, but I’m good at science, and my dirtbag outsider’s experience means I’m good at approaching problems in a new way, and I’m willing to do socially anxious things in pursuit of a good cause. Numbers matter with political and environmental stuff. I’ve been showing up at city council meetings and asking them to declare an official crisis so we can have official budgeting and planning for adapting, and talking to locally owned businesses and schools, and all that, month after month. It’s hard and unpleasant and like I said, pretty lonely. One of the reasons I joined Sunrise is that I think other adults just don’t seem to get the gravity of this situation. A site that skews young, like tumblr, is a good place to educate people about climate change, and nerds tend to be more teachable, imo, whatever age they are. A lot of progress has been made in the past by younger people, I mean, just look at Black Lives Matter, and the LGBTQ community, and the Parkland kids going after the NRA, and so on. Climate change is deadly serious, and WE DON’T HAVE TWELVE YEARS TO ADAPT. Don’t listen to anyone who says we do. The IPCC report (the one they used for the Paris Agreements) didn’t take A LOT of things into consideration, but they esp didn’t take into account the methane stores in the Arctic. It’s critical that municipal leaders start acting NOW. Please help me get the word out. Please. It’s just a stupid reblog; it won’t kill your tumblr theme or whatever. And maybe you know and understand what’s going on, but there are so many people who just DO NOT, or who don’t know about different activist opportunities, and maybe they’ll find out because you reblogged my stuff. Likes are nice, but the reblogs are what gets the word out. I hate even asking. I’m past being embarrassed about my activism, but I still hate asking this kind of thing. Thanks for reading, thanks for being my nerd sanctuary, love you guys xo.

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