#make sure to contact anyone you can about this

[birdantlers]

Hey, you.

Are you also upset and angry about the election? Are you concerned about the likely election tampering and collusion that won* Trump this election?

EVERY SINGLE AMERICAN who voted blue in this election needs to do this. Don't lie down and let fascism take hold of this nation even more than it already has.

Call (202) 456-1111 Tuesday—Thursday 11:00AM—3:00PM and demand an investigation.

Check the status of your ballot at vote.org. Report any issues to the DOJ voter fraud hotline: 1-800-253-3931 for those whose ballot isn’t being counted.

Here are some state-specific hotlines as well:

Here is an in-depth guide to effectively contact your representatives (lik is different from pictures below).

Here is the submission form to submit concerns the the White House as well as instructions and sample text ideas below (not pasting the actual text as incentive for people to write their own—if you submit a message or multiple messages, make sure there are differences so that nothing gets flagged as spam).

Lastly, I'd like to say that for the record I'm not advocating for her as some kind of savior; she's a politician with flaws and dirty laundry, but I also would urge you to consider donating to the Harris-Walz campaign fund, which has been updated to include funding for a ballot recount.

I think this is a very important thing to support and to spread, as it has appeared quietly in the fund's footnotes. I would like to think that the admin wouldn't go down without swinging before January, but unless they get some money thrown at them I'm not sure the odds of us finding out will be as good—sad as that is. Remember, even if it's just a dollar, or less—if everyone who ran across this on their dash donated, it would still generate thousands.

I'm not saying all this to be a shill for a politician who's still a basically-centrist politician at the end of the day. I'm doing this because I'm pissed off and desperate to not see my home become a totalitarian dystopia.

I know that as more time passes, as more government positions are announced by the charlatan-elect, as people clap their hands in celebration of an anti-constitutional takeover, it can feel hopeless to fight. It isn't. January 20th is still months away.

This is not the time to submit to despair. This is the time to put our dukes up. The bystander effect is how a movement dies, and when affirmative action has to be taken remotely, it's an even bigger threat. Don't assume. Don't be these guys:

Call your reps. Track your ballots. Defend and report those ballots if missing, and regardless of that, submit those White House comments.

Even if you can't do all of these, try to do any little bit you can. Doing a small something is ALWAYS better than doing nothing, and for my fellow disabled, adhd, exhausted, etc. bitches I know that's the difference between making any progress or not.

This should go without saying, but please reblog this post. Send it to people, even people outside of Tumblr. Spread it regardless of whether you live in the US. I would also advise sharing more than once so followers who are AFK the first time(s) can see it during downtime.

And if anyone turns their nose up at you and says what you're doing is pointless—even if that voice comes from inside—shut that shit down. There's no perfect third trolley track that's going to hand down action free of conflict or flaws, but there's also a raging, stupid fascist in line for the presidency.

This is no time for half measures.

Don't give up. Don't shut up. Don't hand over your rights without a fight.

*hoe cheated

[dukeofankh]

I mean, nothing I said was suggesting that nothing can or should be done. I have a couple things I can think of but people are already rightly pointing out that my experience, like all experiences, isnt universal. Calling out a shallow take isn't something I'm doing because I'm so so wise and I know how to fix everything.

I have heard the take that part of the fix for this will probably be a lot more white men with podcasts, and that is almost definitely *part* of the fix. It is legitimately difficult for young men to find content about random ass basic hobbies that isn't being served to them by low-key fascists. That needs to change. When talking with other progressive men, something that came up a lot was after school programs, especially ones that bring boys in more contact with their communities and expose them to different kinds of people in positive ways. Hate breeds in ignorance and isolation.

You already seem very anti-terf, which is great. That is also part of it. I don't honestly think that women are the cause of this problem but like, in terms of fixing this and convincing men that feminists are on their side, yeah, some small part of it is probably looking at the state of feminism currently and recognizing that it has devolved in many very public online spaces into reactionary gender essentialism and that radical feminism takes up a lot more air than anyone would like to pretend it does. "Sure I wholeheartedly reblogged something that claimed that any man who seems decent is just trying to let women's guards down to make it easier to assault them, something all men are trying to do to women at all times, but that's just venting. Ignore that broadside that me and my friends just unloaded on you and everyone who looks anything like you, if you think that your hurt feelings about that matter, that's on you for not recognizing that our pain justifies saying literally whatever we want" (to call up a random example) is certainly a standard that it is possible to enforce in some more isolated corners of the internet, but there has been a serious breakdown between the personal and the public, which is hell for messaging as a movement. This is no longer drinks with friends, this stuff gets broadcast worldwide to men who are trying to get a sense of what feminism is about. At some level, what is cathartic to say will have to give way to what is tactically wise to announce. The only men who will willingly share space with that sentiment if it is core to this movement are either convinced that they are personally exempt from examining their own privilege, which is its own problem, or men who agree wholeheartedly that all men are evil, them included, and are trying to atone. I've interacted plenty with both in male feminist spaces. It's not a winning team. I am aware how hard that will be. 4B type political lesbianism/lesbian separatism seems to be having a moment (at least as a meme) right now as people process their grief in this moment. That's understandable. But it's not wise.

Considering this is happening in the wake of the US election, and I'm saying this as a Canadian, it's also worth gently and precisely noting that even if the harm is the same, someone who voted for trump didn't necessarily do it because they despise women. If we're just looking at the raw numbers and saying "we're doomed", that's probably not helpful or, luckily, accurate. The project of changing the cultural narrative is huge and depressingly long. The rise of reactionary right wing populism when a society starts failing its young people economically isn't. That is a different, and much easier project. If you don't want people to vote for right wing populism, you need to give them left wing populism, and infiltrating the democratic party and pulling all the same tricks the right did but towards economic policy that will provide the next generation of men with the opportunity to own homes and pull their weight supporting families will do a hell of a lot more in a much shorter time than systematically changing each and every man's heart, especially considering a lot of the people who voted for trump weren't men. This project will outlast us, but MAGA doesn't have to.

If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.

"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.

Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.

Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.

You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."

Problem with that being:

1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.

2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.

3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.

4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.

I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.

[buzzinrusso]

Please Don't leave pt.2

(Light at the end of the tunnel)

Summary: where ingrid and mapi try to mend the forces , leading alexia to explain herself to you.

Contains: angst ,fluff ,polyamory and a little suggestive at the end

Word count : 1.3k

The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions .

You cried about it. You sobbed and cried, but eventually accepted the fact that you weren't enough for them .

Your manager was contacting multiple teams for your "loan" that you were hoping to turn into a full transfer. The teams interested were Manchester City ,Arsenal , Real Madrid, and Chelsea , along with a few other European teams .

Today , you had a meeting with the team manager to actually talk about if you really wanted to transfer.

Your plans were deranged when a fan account posted about your possible transfer from Barcelona to Manchester .

Word got around quickly, and surely enough,your teammate started flooding your messages ,questions you throughly in the team group chat.

You decided to just ignore them and talk it over at practice.

So , you got up ,went into the shower whilenoncall with your best friend from back home ,telling her about your situation.

This led to her talking and intense amount of shit about the girls and telling you that she was there for you.

A few hours later

You arrived at practice with the intention to ignore everyone .

You parked your car at your designated parking spot and went to the trunk of your car to get your bag .

When you walked into the training ground ,you were greeted by the media woman asking you what your phone wallpaper was ,you quickly showed it to her ,telling her that I was a picture of you and your bestfried ,alya,from back home after your graduation.

You sighed and then continued your way to practice ,making sure that it was a normal ,civil, and calm day ,avoiding anyone and everyone who tried to mention that rumours about your transfer .

Until patri came up to you in the middle of practice and started interrogating you about the post , which led pina to start questioning you too while the while team listened in ,especially two girls who were hoping that the rumours were not true.

"For the last time, Claudia, I'm not telling you anything right now ." You rolled your eyes at the girl for what felt like the 100th time today and walked away .

You marched into the locker room with full intention of packing your bag and rescheduling your meeting until a certain blonde walked in with an unrecognisable look on her face.

"Why are you leaving ?" The captain asks .

"None of your business, alexia." You snapped at her .

"I know something is wrong." You went quiet ."You can talk to me, nena."

You let out a loud scoff ," I clearly can't," you said while rolling your eyes at the captain as you got up to storm away .

"Come o-" you immediately cut her off with a yell ."Just stop ,alexia! I heard what you said at the team bonding night ,so you can stop pretending and say what you have to say to my face instead of talking ahit behind my back!" You borderline yelled at your captain and stormed out of the room with your training bag in hand.

Later that evening, a knock sounded at your door ,you swung the door open with annoyance painted on your face only to be met with the only two people you didn't want to talk to at all.

You rolled your eyes at them before trying to close the door only to be stopped by the one and only ingrid engen who shoved her foot between them and the door.

"We need to talk." Maria said as she walked into your apartment. "Please don't leave ,cari"

"Oh ,I think we're done talking." You exclaimed."I think the way you laughed at me when alexia was joking was enough talk for me."

"Wait ,wha-"

"You can save it .you know, I actually thought that you guys liked me . It was so obvious that I had the biggest crush on you guys ,and you were always - what I thought was - flirting with me .and I really liked you guys up until I heard you guys laughing at some cruel joke about me." Tears were starting to prick up in your eyes as they stinger them, but you kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

Mapi eventually stopped your rant ."Look,cari, what you walked in on was not what you think it was . It's actually a really fucked up miscommunication about a really embarrassing conversation. We were talking about football .we were talking about the double tackle we did on Monday, and it turned into sex talk about tops and bottoms, and alexia was claiming that ..."

"Claiming what?"

"She was claiming that we would top you..." ingrid said in a hushed whishper as embarrassment flooded her body.

A moment of silence passes .it was a minute ,then two ,and then your laughter filled the air .

You were full on crying of laughter as mapi and ingrid just stared at you in confusion .

"What the fuck" you said in between breaths while still wheezing from laughter ."God, this is so ridiculous. "

"Are you still going to leave Barcelona?" Mapi asked.

"Ugh,I don't know .I've been in contact with a few teams, but I can pull out of it anytime before next week.".

"Can we get you not to leave?" Ingrid questioned

"I would take a lot of stuff for me not to go." You said truthfully .

"Stuff like this..?" You looked at the raven haired girl confused until she pulled you in and planted her lips on yours .

The kiss was electric , passionate, and perfect. Her soft lips moved against yours in the most glamorous way ever ,like you guys were meant to be.

It's only when you hear mapi whine that you moved back away from ingrid and then pulled into another kiss from Maria.

Her lips were like candy on yours as you easily melted into a rhythm with her .She moved her lips just right and snuck her tongue into your mouth while pulling you over her lap .

You pulled away for a breath of air but then got quickly pulled back in as ingrid started gently kissing your neck.

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Sorry that this one is a bit of a short one ! Next chapter will be about 5k words of just fluff and smut ;)

Tags :@marvelwomen-simp , @iamagoddess1

[m00nchildwrites]

Excuse me, but Xavier's Kitty Card is INSANE. He is so horny in it!

*~☆Spoilers Below☆~*

The dude is straight up moaning, blushing, and panting. The way I blushed like an innocent bean when he-

Like excuse me!!! And then he-

A lick and a kiss while moaning!?!?!? How am I supposed to function like a normal, sane human after that!?!?!?

He is unhinged!!! And now, I am a wreck. Surely, it can't amp up more and keep the rating. Im safe now... but NOPE. He just-

And I just straight up flat-lined. Like nothing going on in my head... except maybe a high-pitched scream because how dare he!?!? I am not ok. He really raked our hand down his chest to his 🍆 and said "rub me here. Make me purr." I- I wheezed. I seized. I fell to my knees...

And MC did too apparently. MC was just as done for because it fades to black after he gives us bedroom eyes that could melt anyone's panties off and then the very next scene is-

Man is weak-legged and suffering from sex hair. (Probably from MC running her hands through his hair because who tf could blame her?)

They have zero chill getting it on in Jeremy's greenhouse at Philos. Pretty sure Xavier would've been a smug little shit about it too, because he knows damned well your sounds were heard. Now everyone in a block radius knows Xavier just rocked your world.

(Jeremy can not make eye contact with you for like a month.)

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you, your boyfriend chris, and his brothers went to the bowling alley for a fun night.

ᥫ᭡ … you sat on the seat eating the nachos chris had bought while he set up each of your names on the screen. you looked and saw as he entered each name one by one. matt, nick, you, then chris.

matt was the first one up grabbing a bowling ball of his choice before smirking at chris and nick. “prepare yourself. i’ve beat you both once…” he then turned toward you. “and now i’ll add another loser to my list.” he teased.

you rolled your eyes shooing him. “yap yap. we’ll see about that.”

he laughed before taking his turn. unfortunately, he did in fact roll a strike. “what did i say?” he shrugged, walking off and back to where he sat. “nick you’re up.”

nick huffed. “i can assure you i’m not going to be any better than last time.” he said grabbing the ball and rolling it hitting a few pins down. “fuck.” he cursed and grabbed the other ball. he rolled it again and hit a couple more but not clearing them all. “mother fucker. i hate this shit.” he walked back as his brothers and you giggled.

you stood up knowing you were next. “watch and learn.” you smiled as you picked up the bowling ball. you got yourself ready before rolling it down the lane. you hit the center leaving two pins on either side. “you’re kidding me.”

you heard laughs from the triplets. “good luck with that, baby.” chris said leaned back man spread. he looked so good. you ignored the fact that your throat dried up when you saw him and grabbed another ball. you then aimed for one of the pins knowing that’s all you could get.

you ended up hitting the right one down. “at least i got one.” you shrugged heading back.

chris stood up high-fiving you. “good job.” he said puckering his lips which you instinctively pecked. he then continued to get a bowling ball as you sat down. he inserted his fingers in the holes designated for them and the way his hands moved and swiftly handled the bowling ball had you clenching your thighs.

he held it in his hand trying to get a good grip of the ball making sure it wouldn’t slip off which further showed the veins opposite of his palm.

you looked and saw the way he held it with one hand finally getting ready to bowl it. the way his veins reached all the way up his forearm.

you took a deep breath not wanting anyone to notice how it suddenly started to become a little high in temperature in the alley.

what made everything even better was when he rolled the ball and hit a strike. “holy shit! let’s fucking go!” he cheered, his smile radiating. he made eye contact with you as you were recovering from seeing his fine ass. his brows furrowed for a split second before looking at matt. “matt did you fucking see that?”

matt grumbled. “yes i did.” he playfully rolled his eyes getting up to complete his turn once again.

chris smiled and walked back toward you. “you okay baby?” he questioned seeing a difference in how you were sitting.

you snapped back into reality and nodded. “oh! yeah im fine.” wrong. you weren’t fine. you were actually thinking of the amount of ways he could make you feel good right now.

chris nodded and even though you thought he didn’t notice, he did. he noticed the slight way your cheeks flushed and the movement in your thighs. he noticed how you bit your lip slightly. how your stare was a thousand miles away as if your mind was moving a thousand miles a minute.

he smoked to himself, loving the effect he had on you. so he continued on, doing small things that he knew would drive you insane.

when it was finally time to go you were so needy to the point where you were about to beg to be touched. matt had drove you guys to the triplets house and you and chris climbed up the stairs and entered his room. he closed the door and immediately started getting ready for bed.

you became a bit shy at what to do so you changed as well. you changed into a cute little pajama set before going to the restroom and washing up. the whole time though you couldn’t take your mind off of chris’s hands. how his fingers could stimulate you just the right way. you were dripping at the thought.

as you finally finished, you walked out to see chris laying on the bed shirtless with his hands behind his head “all ready for bed baby?” he questioned earning a small nod from you. you climbed into bed sitting beside him still dozing off. that’s when chris placed a hand on your thigh in between both of them and in response you mindlessly squeezed them. he audibly chuckled at your action. “you okay?”

you nodded, embarrassed and not wanting to say what you were enduring. he licked his bottom lip before rubbing your thigh. “so you had fun bowling?” he was teasing you. every time his hand moved up further toward where you needed him and you thought he’d finally touch you, he’d move it back down — keeping you with that feeling of immense need.

you couldn’t focus on anything else. you didn’t even notice he has asked a question until he squeezed your thigh with the hand you were staring at. “what you thinkin’ about?” he spoke quietly, his voice sultry. he knew exactly what he was doing.

your throat became dry as you were about to speak. “um..” you avoided eye contact as you tried to control your breathing. your heart raced and your pussy felt like it was pulsing. you looked at his hand again, the image of his fingers gripping the inside of the ball and the veins that you found so attractive. your mouth was dry. God, you needed him so bad.

he turned his body toward you. “mm.. so nervous.” he flitted his eyes from your lips to your hands that were in fists before looking up again trying to find your eyes. “look at my baby, c’mon.” he purred removing his hand from your thigh to steady himself before moving his left hand and tilting your head toward his.

you reluctantly looked him in his eyes earning a smile from him. “there she is. tell me what you want?” he was confident in knowing how needy you became. his thumb went to your bottom lip slowing passing across it before grabbing your jaw. “if you tell me …” he didn’t finish his sentence. it was like he wanted you to finish it for him in your head because you did know what he’d say and what he’d meant.

if you told him then he’d give you what you want

you took a breath before speaking, “want you to touch me.” you confessed those words quietly. chris smiled down at you loving the way you fell apart with his touch. “please..” you began to bed.

he began to nudge your thighs apart the cool air hitting in between them. you got the chills when he trailed his fingers alone the inside of them. “how bad?” he frowned sarcastically.

you took matters into your own hands and guided his hand to placed right on your heat. “bad.” you whispered before looking at him. his lips looked so pink and kissable.

chris felt the room heat up as you guided his hand toward where you needed him. he then trailed his own hand to the waistband of your underwear and reached in pressing to fingers onto your clit.

your breathing hitched feeling his cold fingers on your hot cunt. you leaned back against the headboard, your legs opening wider by default. chris slowly and gradually moved his fingers in a circle motion over your clit.

he scooted more back to lean against the backboard of the best so that he was able to take his right hand and pull your chin toward him to connect your lips. you moaned inside his mouth feeling his fingers speed up a bit. “what got you this needy, baby?” he murmured against your lips. he pecked them a few times more before slowly his fingers down. “answer me..”

you gulped, leaning forward as he leaned back away from your lips. your eyes pleasingly moved from his lips to eyes. “mm… because of when you.. you know…” you trailed off, feeling small under his gaze. he raised his brows wanting you to finish. “when you grabbed the bowling ball. your hands — they looked really good.” you were almost breathless as you told him what got you all hot and bothered.

his fingers quickly sped up as you said what was in our mind. “yeah? you like the way my hands look?” he teased, his fingers quickening and your legs shaking in response.

you nodded grabbing chris’s shoulder and squeezing it as you felt yourself begin to slip away into the needed ecstasy you’ve wanted al day. “mhmm… chris — feels so good. please, don’t stop chris.”

his chest moved up and down as he tried to get you to your high faster. “don’t worry baby, m’not gonna stop. wanna make my girl feel so good.”

those words were the final push you needed to hit the edge race before your core snapped like a rubber band. you felt the wave of pleasure hit you, your hands squeezing chris’s chest as the sweet sound of your moans blessed his ears.

he slowed down his fingers but not all the way trying to ride you out of your high. your chest began to slow as you calmed down. your eyes were screwed shut but as you finally opened them you caught chris admiring you. you blushed, always feeling nervous around him regardless of the situation. “stop staring.” you leaned your forehead against his shoulder.

“mm.. never.”

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[howtostartafight]

You really thought you did something? That uno reverse card is pointless (and dumb) when all of your points are untrue and don't even have a basis in canon. The Jedi (as written by Lucas) have never justified or even perpetuated a genocide and I have no idea where you are even getting your information when it is so blatantly untrue. (Anakin and Dooku were both no longer Jedi when they committed the atrocities that they did.) The Jedi don't even use violence as their first choice, they're diplomats first and foremost. They even offered Palpatine the option of surrendering before he killed Saesae, Agen, and Kit and Mace realized he was too dangerous to be kept alive.

The Jedi are not a cult by any definition, they don't brainwash anyone and they certainly don't force anyone to stay a Jedi. Dooku himself left the Order with no contest and even remained in contact with people there because they loved him and still thought of him as a friend even though he didn't want to be a Jedi anymore. And what "dark & unnatural families" are you even talking about???? Jedi come from all over. Dooku was a noble, Feemor was a farmer's son, Quinlan was royalty, Aayla was a slave, A'Sharad was a legendary Jedi's son. The Jedi came from all over and your attempt to generalize is sad. The Jedi don't need to "fix" anyone, they teach them the ways of the Jedi and if that doesn't fit with how the child wants to lead their life, they can join the Jedi Service Corps or, y'know, go home???? They don't even kidnap kids, the parents have every right to refuse. Hell, Quinlan's parents DID refuse and Tholme only taught him when he was younger because of how strong his psychometry was. Quin was never supposed to join the order, but his parents were killed by his aunt and then his aunt tortured him, and it wasn't safe for him to be on his home planet anymore. Jedi aren't hive-minded either, the Jedi Code is literally up for interpretation by members and they're aware they have differing interpretations

You also can't fucking remake the definition of genocide just because you feel like it??? A genocide is, by definition, "the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group." The Jedi were most definitely a culture and their genocide was planned for over a thousand years, so definitely deliberate and systematic. The Jedi don't mold children to their box, because there's no single, perfect way to be a Jedi. They teach mindfulness and self-discipline, they value knowledge, balance, and teaching. They aren't victims of circumstance, their deaths were orchestrated and planned for and, again, a GENOCIDE. The Jedi were quite literally the most open minded people in the galaxy, they were inter-galactic diplomats and peacekeepers. There is no way they would have been able to do their job if they weren't open minded and considerate of other cultures.

Sure I'll give you that maybe the Sith weren't based on Nazis, but you can't say that Palpatine's (Nazi based) Empire is separate. Palpatine is a fucking Sith???? He is the culmination of over a thousand years of planning and manipulation. He IS what the Sith wanted. He and his Empire aren't separate from the Sith, the Sith RAN the Empire. He created it, he defined it, and he is exactly what the Sith dreamed of. Complete and utter power and control over the galaxy. The Jedi weren't even remotely similar to Nazis, they welcomed differences (including religions, so many Jedi practiced their homeworlds religion) and had the most diverse range of sentients in their ranks. They didn't even have to hide behind a halo, they knew they weren't perfect, because they were only human, and strived to simply be the best they could.

The Sith's core beliefs were not "self-empowerment and personal freedom"?????? Where did you even get that idea?? Self-empowerment literally means "making meaningful choices and positive change" and not a single change the Sith ever made was positive. Yes, the Sith were founded by a former Jedi, who wanted more knowledge and POWER through the dark side. They were driven by their hatred, anger, and greed for more than what they had. They spent a thousand years planning for a galactic takeover, they started a war for it, and began their takeover with a genocide. No sensible Sith was focused on survival, they literally killed each other to further their own power when the other showed weakness.

Sith concepts are the opposite of great??? They kill each other to further their power, which is part of the reason they fell (because of all the infighting). I have no idea where you got the idea that Jedi think people "need their saving" and "who you are is bad and wrong" because it's insane. The amount of differences welcomed and cherished by the Jedi compared to the Sith?? The Jedi openly allowed their members to practice their homeworlds religions and cultures (Bariss, Luminara, Shaak-Ti, and Ahsoka all do off the top of my head). Sure you may feel that way about the Sith, but that just signals to me that something about Star Wars was fundamentally misunderstood by you, because every time the Sith appear on screen, they do something AWFUL. (Genocide, murder, torture comes to mind).

Yea I know the Sith were former Jedi. Former Jedi who became fanatics and started millenia of suffering. They also left the Jedi themselves, the Jedi didn't "throw them away". They rejected their new practices because they were dangerous and built their empire on the backs of slaves and suffering.

Jedi were peace-loving warrior-monks. They spent their lives fighting for democracy and equality. If you had bothered to do your research, you'd know that both the Sith and the Jedi were based on "knighthood, chivalry, paladinism, samurai bushido, Shaolin Monastery, Feudalism, Hinduism, Qigong, Greek philosophy and mythology, Roman history and mythology, Sufism, Confucianism, Shintō, Buddhism and Taoism, and numerous cinematic precursors." Please point to where on that list Catholicism and Nazis fall. I beg of you to give me one good example of how the Jedi are inspired by either of those things. Just saying it is never going to make anyone believe you. And point me to where the Jedi were systemic liars, because I can point you to where the Sith were.

I am very far from media illiterate. Lucas wrote the Jedi as the good guys. Therefore, they are the good guys. It wasn't shades of gray where the Sith were right sometimes and the Jedi were right others. The Jedi were warrior-monks who kept the peace for centuries. I know exactly what I'm talking about. I have citations and proof. You do not. You have not given me a single example of your claims.

I didn't even call you either of those things, please get checked for cataracts. Don't even know where you got the idea that I was a weird church kid or I tell people they're "going to burn in hell" but honestly you clearly make illogical assumptions all the time so I'm not shocked.

order 66 was NOT a genocide. you can only genocide people & cultures, you can’t genocide a systemically deified super-religion that wants everyone in existence to either agree with them & exist their way or burn in hell for eternity. any decent ppl who went down with the purge forfeit their lives down the drain along with their family, home & very sense of self. they. had. it. fucking. coming.

from an indigenous person, fuck y’all for even comparing order 66 to genocide & talking all over survivors of real genocides to save face for your evangelical faith & the people you think are good guys. you are not about to disrespect the continent-sized OCEANS of blood that make up our ancestors & loved ones who were lost to real genocide. fuck off.

[blackbirdsblackberries]

Yandere Ivy x F! Reader x Yandere Harley

You'd been with Ivy and Harley for about a year now and while you couldn't say the relationship was healthy, that doesn't mean it was necessarily unhealthy - at least not to you.

The both of them would spew loving words, compliments and things of the like every time you were around, comfort you when you were upset, support you in any endeavours - so long as it's not an endeavour that places you out of their reach - and gift you things you've always wanted! Never mind the fact you never actually told them...

Your friends didn't like who you were dating.. They said that Ivy and Harley couldn't be trusted. Sure, you get that they're villains and all but to go as far as to cut contact with you over that is a bit crazy, right? Right.

Harley was more clingy out of the two of them, whenever she was around she'd always be touching you in some way. Holding hands, hugging, linking arms, playing with your hair, kissing, anything to engage in physical contact with you she would do.

Though it's suffocating you've learnt to be used to it, afterall, when you tell her to stop she gets angry - well, first sad, then angry, then enraged at the fact you 'don't love her anymore' - and you don't want her angry with you.

Ivy was less touchy yet so much more suffocating somehow... She has a habit of hovering around you.

Your apartment is full of plants, from ferns to vines you can't go one step without seeing one. It'd be calming if you didn't feel like the plants are watching you.

Movie nights are a must. You can choose the movie of course! So long as it's not a movie that highlights toxic relationships.. They don't want you to try and apply those horrible couples to real life.

They'll happily participate in any activity with you, so long as you are with them they don't mind what happens!!

If you ever get sick they act as though the world is ending, you WILL be stuck in bed, they WILL make you soup and watch over you. You WILL NOT need anyone else!

If you try to break up with them they'll allow you to go of course! Harley isn't too happy, she wants you back ASAP. But, Ivy is smart, she is patient, and she knows how to play the long game.

'Somehow', things go downhill for you. Your rent is suddenly too expensive, your apartment got broken into, your new friends refuse to speak to you let alone look at you.

Everything boils up, you're overwhelmed and paranoid over everything.

One robbery in an alleyway which Harley and Ivy "save" you from leads to you breaking down in front of them. They lovingly take you back to their place for the night.

Then one night turns into two, two into three, three into you staying for a week, your belongings slowly merging back into their place, then somehow, you guys are back together.

You don't know how or when it happened but it seemed like fate for you.

You get out of this more in love with them than before.

So

Maybe don't break up with them...?

[rosenfey]

⊱ I have a new fave picrew because it lets make my ocs in their full weird girl glory like I always wanted. descriptions under the cut. ♡

꒰ FAERENE ꒱ — noble﹒necromancer﹒neutral good. a foundling, a fae, a necromancer. raised by an esteemed wizardry family in a sun-lit vineyard estate, faerene feels the most comfortable around the creatures of the forest and the walking dead in the family crypts. adept in necromantic arts as well as fungal-infused magic, she is passionate about preserving life and death both. she is a gentle and kind soul striving to find beauty in unexpected places, and most of the time, succeeds. if only she could do the same for her own heart.

꒰ ODETTA ꒱ — acolyte﹒warlock﹒lawful evil. raised in seclusion and trained to be the perfect member of the clergy, odetta finds out the hard truth: about her god, her mother, and her people. and when she comes into contact with the deep and dark evil lurking beneath her home, she sets upon a bloody path of vengeance. she will break her chains; and end anyone standing in her way.

꒰ DOROTHEA ꒱ — cleric﹒bard﹒neutral good. cursed by the people who burned her mother at the stake and blessed by the strange moth-like being she had worshipped, dorothea was found in the forest as a babe and raised by an order of clerics. working as an embalmer and a dirge bard to the dead, dorothea keeps largely to herself. she can speak to moths, hoping that one day they will lead her to her one true maker.

꒰ ALETHEA ꒱ — witch﹒necromancer﹒chaotic good. witch of the woods, scourge of the bog. wise healer, feared hag: alethea is all of those and none of them. she can raise the dead (with consent, of course), enjoys spending time in her garden, and adores her pet spiders more than most people. she treats nature with a kind hand; and punishes all who might tamper with it with a fate worse than death.

꒰ DAISY-MAY ꒱ — wastelander﹒herbalist﹒chaotic good. even the apocalypse can't kill all life and daisy-may is one of the people who knows where to look for it. a farmer's daughter, a trained herbalist, with so much to gain and nothing to lose; after her childhood home gets destroyed, daisy-may goes on a wild search for her last known family member; but she quickly learns you need to be careful of what you're wishing for.

꒰ ARDAINE ꒱ — vampire﹒necromancer﹒chaotic neutral. turned into a vampire during a foraging trip in the forest, aine returned home to find her little sister murdered in cold blood. coming to terms with her new identity, she made sure those responsible were met with a swift end; and yet, immortality is forever, and her troubles were only beginning. and the worst thing is, that after all these years, she doesn't even recall her sister's face anymore.

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[c4rdkingd0m]

Alright you guys know we’re not the type to be shy about this type of stuff so I’m gonna yell it out for the dumbasses in the back who are ignoring or downplaying this situation:

NEX BENEDICT WAS MURDERED. IT WASN’T A FIGHT. HE WAS MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD BY A SYSTEM THAT WASN’T BUILT FOR PEOPLE LIKE HIM.

The media is erasing who he was. His name was Nex Benedict, not anything else. Friends have revealed he preferred he/him pronouns. He was an indigenous two-spirit person who had been bullied for a year, if not more.

Rest in power, Nex. We will never forget you, and we will keep fighting for you to at the very least have a peaceful grave. We will keep fighting for your identity, for the life you should’ve lived.

You could’ve been famous for another reason. Instead, people know who you are because you are dead. And we won’t rest until the decisions that led to your death haunt those who let you die forever.

[zeestarfishalien]

Okay screw it... their name is Hysa-Kiin Valogo pronouns, are he/they. They lost their hand because their saber style is ridiculously dangerous. They are strictly on evacuation and humanitarian aide missions even during the Clone Wars because said saber style is absolutely wretched for multi-oponent combat, and as previously said, Hysa-Kiin isn't especially strong in the force. The most they have going for them is their precise control over what little force they have.

Unfortunately their saber style is particularly suited for fighting a singular opponent who is also wielding a light saber, aka The Sith. And it is unfortunate because Hysa-Kiin would not last 3 minutes on the front line and is not in a position that is likely to encounter anyone using the dark side of the force.

So you have this guys who's whole skill set is tailor made for taking down Sith, but would literally have to be dropped from a ship directly on top of said opponent because they would die to the nearest group of separatists.

Back to the identity shenanigans...

Padme once grabbed Hysa-Kiin and dragged them into the nearest closest. She still can't make eye contact with them, and now they know far more about Anakin' private life than they ever wanted to.

Ahsoka only ever mistakes Hysa-Kiin for Anakin when they are hanging out with Obi-Wan.

And by request of my friend: C-3PO is the only being to never mistake Anakin and Hysa-Kiin. No one else can figure out how he does it.

Hysa-Kiin has had exactly one encounter with a Sith and said Sith now has a saber scar on their torso and always hesitates just a second to make sure that Anakin is actually Anakin. (Whichever Sith you think seems funniest. They're scarred both physically and mentally from this encounter. There's always that slight doubt, "What if this time it isn't Anakin?" And it shows)

Idea for a star wars character

A jedi who looks weirdly similar to anakin from a distance/if you don't know him well.

Like you have this poor dude just trying to go about his day and suddenly there's an annoyed council member lecturing you only to stop mid sentence as they finally look at you and realize you are not in fact anakin

Things that don't help with the mistaken identity shenanigans.

Our look-a-like lost part of their arm in a training accident a few months before anakin lost his. Anakin always manages to get a very similar scar to this jedi not long after them.

Obi-Wan accidentally mistook them for anakin once and decided to be friends so that it would never happen again. This has the side effect of making things far more difficult for everyone else around them.

They wear the same color of robes (since the look-a-like became a jedi knight before anakin, anakin was the one to copy them and they refuse to change their robes bc of the principle of the matter)

Since they've been mistaken for each other from the get go, look-a-like is now too stubborn to try to change anything just to look different from anakin. At this point they're fairly certain that it's the will of the force.

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[culminada]

I sat here scrolling Tumblr and then I heard my dad snoring on the other side of the wall.

And I've been making it a habit to consciously pay attention to the people I love, because I love them.

And so - I wasn't trying but this just came to me because of observations, and knowing, and perhaps the habit of it - I thought oh, that means he's sleeping.

Its the middle of the day. He does this sometimes. He's a very busy person, between two jobs, and 2-4 disabled kids. He takes power naps after lunch. He has a whole strategy. He's told it to me and I listened and I remembered because I love him.

He's also in burnout. My dad is burnt out and I understand because I am also burnt out. I wish I could help him but I am burnt out, and so all I can do is know him, is listen to him snoring and know that he is tired.

I get to listen to him snoring. He is tired. He is sleeping on the middle of the day because he is tired, from taking care of me, who am autistic, and my brother, with Prader-Willi Syndrome (shoutout to ppl with PWS), and his job 1 to pay the bills and job 2 to pay for the future and his wife and his other children and making sure we all get our enrichment.

And so he is snoring on the other side of the wall, and I can picture him tangled up in his blankets and sleeping because he is tired.

And so I get to listen to him snoring and think about all the things he does and how much he deserves rest, and how glad I am that he CAN rest, that he's worried and busy and anxious, but not too worried to sleep. Because he needs to sleep. And it's a blessing that he can do that.

And I'll sit here and appreciate him and all he does because I can hear him snoring (and it keeps everyone else up at night unless he uses his mouth guard, which we all call his snore-teeth, and I know this because I listen and I pay attention and I love him).

And he might never know that I sit here and think of him and love him and all he does, how grateful I am that he takes care of me when I'm his oldest and I'm autistic, and I don't feel overwhelmingly bad about that but I do wish I could help more than I do. Not be so big of a burden as I am. But all I can do is let him sleep.

He might never know that I take the time to listen to him snore. Maybe one of those days when he's feeling horrible I'll show it to him and say "you are loved and I see you and I am grateful for everything you do, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you." Maybe I'll make bits of this post into my Father's Day letter. I've been wondering what to do for that because I've been more vocal lately about how much I love him and sometimes it feels like there's nothing left to put in a Father's Day letter that wouldn't just be the same.

There's something special in just the same, though. Like listening to snoring. There's time. And when you're sitting in the middle of time, in the quiet and the dark and listening to snoring, and wondering when the next snore is gonna come, and contemplating life and love and time - well, I'm not doing anything else. And I'm not getting any younger. And maybe right now I can't mentally DO anything else. But I can do this.

I can contemplate my father, who is wise and loving and who pours himself out constantly, fill my mind with MY DAD instead of something else, because I love him.

I lied. My first thought wasn't "oh, that means he's sleeping." Well, it was subconscious. But right after, I thought, "I wish I had someone to love this way," meaning that I want to get married and have someone to love.

But I do have someone to love. I have my father. I can love him. I DO love him. And why am I pining for something I can't have, or worse, for someONE I can't have, when my lovely beautiful Dad is right there loving me in his sleep, in his waking, in his working, in his eating, in his thoughts, in his research, in his everything. I have him? Why do I need anyone else?

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[caitas-cooing]

All those how to be successful in work and school courses are all the same and none of them are actually that helpful imho

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle ninaa can i have your permission to send some of my fav cd coded tiktoks?

OH ABSOLUTELY BABY! sorry, sweetheart! i meant to answer this sooner, but i've been seeeeeriously off my game lately :/

( if it's a worthy bribe, i'm goin on a little uncle nina outside adventure to clear my head, so i might be a little awol today BUT!!! i /have/ been working on the ask that explains how jersey found out raven of crimson dawn was actually His Stan so uhhh, make some NOISE! )

but yes, yes, yes, yes PLEASE!!!! the only thing is i am not sure if it would be smart to say what my personal tiktok is on here? i just don't want to link that part of my irl with this account...i considered remaking the bwb tiktok which I LOVED HER!!!! I REALLY WANT TO REMAKE HER TBH!!!! i am just seriously not sure how to do it without it trying to synch my contacts because even when i turn that off and i turn off profile views it randomly synches/turns it off???

uGhGHgHHhH! very annoying, but if you liked the bwb tiktok let me know, i can also post some highlights from it on here <3

anyways, what would work best, lovely? should i make a little burner account, do you just want to send me a bunch of links? i will do whatever is the most convenient to you ( also please feel free to give the tiktoks situations because i would love to laugh <333 )

-uncle nina, museum fossil

[amedouce]

"being ghosted by someone you used to hear from almost every single day is awful" WE USED TO BE BESTIES HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL RN