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hehe fr fr this was completely a joke and not a dream I had that, considering jk’s current reputation would not happen. hehe ur lobotomy is on Saturday ;)

JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

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Lmaao yup

please get offline for a bit, being online at your age really messed me up

is this about my jk Rowling post? If you want me to take this seriously, ask again without anon. Because this just sounds like a 30 y/o terf trying to stop me from showing my opinions and do nothing to support oppressed minorities. Thanks for the ask.

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please get offline for a bit, being online at your age really messed me up

is this about my jk Rowling post? If you want me to take this seriously, ask again without anon. Because this just sounds like a 30 y/o terf trying to stop me from showing my opinions and do nothing to support oppressed minorities. Thanks for the ask.

#text #text post #ace writes #anonymous #fuck transphobes #trans rights

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Thanks for the addition. I don’t really care what Rowling thinks of this, it’s likely she’ll never see it. You are also the second person to relate my writing process with mastrubation, but if that’s your way of trying to embarrass people online then so be it.

No one says trans people are magic, in fact the complex and dangerous surgery and emotional hardship are quite the opposite.

Polarised opinions do not equate to chronic online activity. If you think they do, maybe we should both go outside. Eat some fruit. Whatever. If you actually read this instead of seeing the first line and getting upset someone was talking about an author’s death, you would realise this isn’t about her death but her legacy. And how it could’ve been a creator of a magical world, but instead became hatred and bigotry.

Have a good day!

JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

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SCREW IT!!

MY FELLOW ACESPECS! WE NEED A NEW TAG!

BOTS HAVE TAKEN OVER OUR TAG TO THE POINT IT IS UNUSABLE, SO THEREFORE, I INTRODUCE A NEW TAG:

#Acespec Mafia

(This was the only thing I could come up with- 😭)

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The fact that staff refuses to do something about the bots in the #asexual tag who literally do nothing else (some of them only have one tag and that’s asexual) that we had to make a new tag (#acespec mafia) is honestly insane

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ace and aro ppl only have no bitches bc we do not actively seek the bitches. if we were, wed be overrun by bitches. bc we're all rlly hot

#text #text post #ace writes #acespec mafia

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Honestly i think the reason people are 'afraid' to let their kids around someone who is trans, or even know the concept of being trans, is because more kids would play around with it earlier. And more kids would figure it out than have even now, so suddenly there'd be an inclining number of people finding out their identities due to being allowed to do so. So many kids are not counted in the number of transgender people that cisgender people so love to hold to their studies about because they cannot come out of the closet, or don't even know that they are even allowed to experiment with their gender. Some won't find out until they already have no chance to, are older and suddenly have access to material on it, or until they lose their life to an unknown feeling of sadness that they just couldn't pinpoint because they didn't know you could wear that, they didn't know they could go by a different name, they just didn't know.

So many kids are afraid that what they feel is inferior and/or wrong because they don't know anyone else who feels that way. They feel like, or are even told that they're ill. Some believe this. Because they don't know that it's normal, and they don't know how many other people are out there and feel the same way.

So to the people who are believing that if you let your kids know about trans people, or even gay people, that they'll become gay/trans:

Not being informed about it doesn't mean that they still aren't gay or trans. All that means is that they don't know.

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yall are odd. but good luck ig

@book-girl4eva U CANT JUST SAY SMTH LIKE THAT AND LEAVE

AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT GUYS??

@dafantasyqueen @hazellevessque @the-slowest-turtle @auroraofthesun1

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I’ve got this really great trick of sending the mpreg emoji if a text conversation has dried up. It works wonders

#text post #text #ace writes #mpreg

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weird black hole guy with ten arms and too many eyes in my peripheral vision keeps yelling slurs at me

#text #text post #his name is Timmy Tommy Timothee Tim Tim

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THE MOTHERFUCKER IS TWEETING

so I have this weird little sensor thing in my room and every time you walk past it it makes bird noises. wgich is lovely. When I’m not drained and exhausted and in imminent danger of collapsing

so I’m just walking into my room and THIS MOTHERFUCKER

JUST STARTS FUCKING SCREAMING AT ME

AND MY ROOM IS LONG AND THIN TOO BC IM KEPT IN THE ATTIC SO I CANT AVOID IT

HELP

#text #text post #birds #oughughuhough

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draw women in post-apocalyptic world settings with armpit hair, leg hair, bushy brows and pubic hair ya cowards,, draw brown women/women with dark thick hair with arm hair and happy trails and sideburns and mustaches i’m sick of seeing silky smooth soapy clean make up wearing post apocalyptic dolled up women next to stinky sweaty crusty men with dirty nails and sweaty clothes and sweaty greasy hair and 3m long ugly beards

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went from getting A’s to D’s

You've heard of straight A's now get ready for gay A's

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y’all guess who got Monday off school cause they were depressed lmaoo really living up to my name

#text #text post #ace writes #depression

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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two rabbits called floris and dave. i pretended they starred in a sitcom together, got married and eventually divorced over dave cheating on floris with her grandfather, grey bunny