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the world is a mess but at least we still have cunnilingus and spicy curry

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Meghann Stephenson (American, 1990) - Why Be a Cut Flower When You Can Be a Weed? (2024)

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Trope of warrior getting ripped to pieces as they carry on closer towards their fixation like a juggernaut, a berserker or simply an inevitability. It’s peak, it’s so fucking peak your honour.

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studying ancient history will have you thinking stuff like The 18th century was basically yesterday

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Women and people with a uterus in the USA, it's starting:

Plan B has a shelf life of about 4 years!

If you haven't already, now is the time to delete all data from whatever period tracking app you might have used and uninstall it. No matter what any of these companies say, they can and will be subpoenaed.

If you don't plan on having children get your tubes tied and/or have your partner get a vasectomy (but be aware that it takes time for the sperm count to reach zero). Because they will come for contraceptives eventually.

Which also means, that you should make plans for that next step.

And under no circumstances do you from now on know anyone who is pregnant. You will not ask anyone if they are pregnant. You will not speculate if someone is pregnant. Not out in public, not on social media, and not within your house.

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Buying copies of banned books is awesome, but I also want to put this out there. If anyone is in college and/or has access to peer reviewed academic journals PLEASE do the following:

Buy USB drives

Download as many articles from academic journals in the coming months as you can about topics under attack, such as gender variance, DEI, critical race theory, racism, reproductive rights, climate change, and so on. Maybe pick one or two journals and topics to focus on per month! (There may be pay walls or limits on how many you can freely download)

Keep them organized on your USB’s by topic or journal

We don’t really know what will happen, what will get erased or censored from the web, but they’re already taking websites down related to DEI and reproductive rights. We need to work together to save the research and literature that we have!

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witch hazel and pale-leaved sunflower

Another pet portrait for the wonderful hailey.m.c, thank you so much again <3

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🦇 Lord of bats 🦇

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I wanna gush about my pathfinder paladin here so to the one player in the game that follows me do NOT read unless you’re down to get SO SO spoiled.

Her name is Dame Shvana Peacepainter and she’s a Brightsoul Ifrit in her sixties who looks like a walking eclipse. Her skin is pitch black and she radiates light in such a way that it almost looks like she’s illuminated from behind like there’s a sun at her back no matter what angle you look at her from. Hair down to her mid back glowing with radiant embers that descend into grey and white ashes. Regal horns about her brow owing to her heritage, making many mistake her for a tiefling at first. She carries a tower shield and full plate armour, but never a weapon, as she is first and foremost a redeemer and one who offers an open hand before ever turning to violence.

Yet I’ve told you a lie already, because there was one night she did resort to violence first, a time when she did carry a weapon that she had to set down and never pick up again. For all her life she was a paladin of the goddess of the sun, Sarenrae. Wherever she’d go, she’d carry the sun with her. And then, she fell in love with a pretty lil Leshy woman who inhabited the body of a dryad and took care of the city’s library. A witch of great power and love who kept a snuggly bat winged cat familiar with her as she took care of the shelves and kept her space tidy. Viridian Peacepainter, the woman whose last name Shvana would end up taking, was her wife of 40 long years of devotion until the untimely night of her death at the hands of Rovagug cultists who sought to destroy her and the library’s profound knowledge kept within. It was on that night that Shvana broke her oath and killed without mercy nor clemency to protect her wife, yet ultimately it was all for naught as her wife still perished at their hands and Shvana no longer wielded the precious divine power she’d cultivated over decades in order to heal her dying wife.

Sarenrae would never bless Shvana again, not because of the betrayal, but because all her life Shvana had held it in her heart that if the oath stopped her from saving a life, it wasn’t an oath worth keeping. That she’d follow her heart no matter what, because she knew deep down that’s how she could do the most good. Sarenrae saw this promise be fulfilled and as a goddess of honesty and truth, she knew the oath was forevermore “not worth keeping.” She wept for Shvana but could not grant her the boon she once did. Now, it would be the love of another who would guide Shvana onwards, though Shvana would never know. (Yet ♥️)

Viridian’s soul would linger still and wrap itself around Shvana’s heart and around her shoulders. Before the end, she made Shvana swear to her a new vow to bind their marriage once more, one where Shvana would vow to remain kind and Viridian would promise to never leave her. Shvana wouldn’t know how truly her wife would keep that promise, as now Viridian’s soul intertwines with her own and through love and possibly a fragment of divinity housed within, she blesses her Paladin wife with the powers Sarenrae would no longer be able to grant her.

I’m so excited to develop and explore this character, when she reaches level 5, she’s going to have such a fabulous moment of drama becoming “fae-touched” and having a pattern of her wife resting atop her chest burned into her skin. Like the skin turns to bark and her own flames turn it to glowing white ashen wood, ugh, with the hand print of her wife on her cheek! I’m gonna sob. She falls asleep and dreams of her wife giving her sunflowers only to wake up and see a lil sunflower leshy summon sitting there in her hand. And when my group returns to our home base and talks to our big important godly quest giver, as a means of gaining Shvana’s trust she’ll ask this person to show that she knows what Shvana’s oath is and instead of reciting the one she made to sarenrae, the person will fill the air with the sound of her last moments with her wife, her TRUE oath that fuels all that she does. My beloved irl wife agreed to do a back and forth live reading of dialogue for the moment to make it even more heartbreaking and beautiful for the other players there to witness it. I’m so so so excited to role play these gorgeous moments and make something truly special for my friend’s campaign ♥️

Some small extra fun facts! Shvana means “dog” and she’s a trans lesbian. She’s the party’s tank and she’s about 6’4 and in battle has the vibe of the OG Destiny 2 sentinel lore card, “I am a wall and walls don’t move because walls don’t care.” She’s the party’s grandma and is unfazed by nearly any emotional trauma or horror you could possibly throw at her at this point since over the decades she’s seen it all, really, but at the topic of her wife she melts like butter and she’s never gotten used to the loss of life, no matter how much it happens in front of her. Autopsies and desecration of the dead for any reason does make her deeply uncomfortable though for moral reasons and she tries to avoid anything of the sort. There is no multiverse or timeline where she has ever for any reason killed her wife no matter what. It is an absolute constant and it wouldn’t even be possible to mind control or possess her body to do it. Thats how ironclad the conviction is in her soul, no matter what version of her you come across. She never had kids but she took care of many stray or homeless children at the temple over the years so she ended up with her fair share of experience regardless. She’d take time to help rehabilitate criminals whenever she could, especially if her word guaranteeing their safety is what brought them to surrender. The weapon she used to use was a battle axe and her wife loved watching her use it to chop wood for their hearth. After her wife’s death, she buried it with her wife’s grave, considering it her darkness, her rage and her bloodlust that she’d have to relinquish completely if she would keep her vow to her wife. The axe lies in front of the grave while the tree that her body is beneath lies behind the grave. One of her wife’s last wishes was to be reduced to ashes by Shvana’s flames, to be consumed by her completely and then when the tree bears fruit, Shvana would consume her in kind.

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I JUST SAW THE DASHCON BALL PIT IN A LIMINAL SPACES AESTHETIC TIKTOK

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replace AGAB language with what you actually fucking mean 2025

"AFAB/AMAB bodies..." -> say what body part(s) you're referring to or that are directly relevant to the conversation you want to have

"as an AFAB/AMAB..." -> is the gender you were assigned at birth actually relevant here? do you actually mean "as someone who was raised as a girl/boy"? are you sure that this experience is AGAB-specific?

"AFAB/AMAB presentation of [neurodivergence]" -> firstly I assume you probably mean "high-masking/low-masking" or "early/late diagnosed". secondly shut the fuck up

"AFAB/AMAB socialised people" -> "I have bought into terfism and am actively speaking terf language"

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