#but please be kind

[joeyfranchise]

i’m gonna say something, and once again this is the only time i’m going to say it. please stop harassing people on this app on their fandom blogs over who they voted for. if someone says they don’t want to talk politics on their fandom blog then they don’t have to, and that’s their right. i know everyone is upset over how the election went. i’m upset, you’re upset, our neighbors are upset. asking people who they voted for just so you can harass them is not okay. i get it, depending on who someone voted for, you may not want to be friends or be associated with them anymore- but if you don’t know them well enough to know then maybe it’s not for you to know. if you aren’t close enough to know that about them, maybe it shouldn’t be a worry for you. if you have doubts, block them and move on. nobody should be receiving death threats, told to unalive themselves, anything like that. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SPREADING A RHETORIC OF HATE. that’s exactly what that racist misogynist bigot president-elect does. and we are not going to be like him. by all means, be angry. be sad. be upset. but do not lash out on others because they simply do not want to talk about politics on their joe burrow/football blog.

and for the record, for everyone in my asks wanting to know, i voted for kamala. of course i did. all my friends on this app did. they just might not want to talk about it. i’m sending love and light to you all. we will make it through this. we have to be strong together. i love you.

[hippolotamus]

With so many Fandom and URL changes it seems like it’s time for an updated tag list. If you want tagged when I post: Fics, writing tag days, last line/snippet tag games and the like, please interact (like/comment/reblog) with this post.

Fandoms/Ships you can expect: 9-1-1, Buddie, Lutalia, Schitt’s Creek, David/Patrick, Stevie/Ruth, Twylexis, David & Stevie (platonic soulmates ftw), the occasional OC, very occasional Hawk/Tim (Fellow Travelers)

[tealmussel]

freaking out a bit because I have new art to post today and I am scared

[androgynealienfemme]

It didn’t hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.

Like I think maybe it’s important people should know she was a prosecutor. She was once a district attorney and later an attorney general for the state of California. And we can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. Like people should get that clear. Kamala Harris was never a police officer. She was a district attorney. She was never a police officer.

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[eydilily]

gem n joel the strongest duo (family) that you are

and of course. her

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[frenchublog]

[lenniereadsalot]

Just a doodle (ignore the hair I was getting lazy😅)

[malenjoyer]

I don’t agree with bullfighting morally, but I’ve been looking at certain pictures of matadors and their poses for a couple of months…

[paiigemahoney]

9-1-1 | Hen & Chimney "And thanks for following me down that hillside." "The first of many, I'm sure."

[magentasnail]

so I started playing stardew valley, and now it's the only thing I want to do with my life

I had to trick myself by drawing stardew things, namely krobus my beloved

[idontmindifuforgetme]

noticed a dip in posts about palestine on my dash, so i think it deserves to be said again: palestine is not a trend. caring about genocide is not a trend. there are still reports about humanitarian aid trucks intentionally blocked off from gaza, meaning so many fucking gazans, a big portion of them children, are just bleeding out with no help. it just came out recently that israelis disguised as women and medics infiltrated a west bank hospital, at which point they killed 3 palestinians (whom they claim were militants. right). these people are living day to day without even the most basic utilities. anyone who claims to have “activism fatigue” needs to question why they’re so severely lacking in the most basic forms of compassion. you don’t get to just grow bored of talking about palestine. please never stop calling attention to the genocide happening full force in front of us.