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PSA: the guardian is not working on a hit piece on diy hrt, and claims they are are misinformation

on the 18th, this post appeared on 4chan's /lgbt/ (slurs in thread: link). a screenshot was posted to reddit, then to tumblr. you've probably seen it:

today, the 23rd, another screenshot popped up on various discord servers, then was reposted variously to twitter. it shows a supposed email from guardian journalist and notorious TERF Susanna Rustin, claiming as the original 4chan post does.

it's now been shared around, and it's with good intentions. the message is useful: don't share your personal information or medical data with journalists, especially ones that happen to be TERFs.

but the post does this through misinformation and fearmongering. i'm still waiting on my response by email from Rustin, but she's reiterated twice (once, twice) that she did not write the email and is not working on such a story. on the 19th, i talked to other guardian newsroom journalists, who said they also did not know of a story's existence.

the moral of the story: this is misinformation, and it's dangerous. it spreads a fine message here, but it does it through spreading anxiety and terror.

you can follow along with this post on my parallel thread on twitter. also calling on @wakewithgiggli to delete their original post!

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my favorite thing about warrior cats designs is that everyone has their own little take on each character but graystripe is always this

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My 4 year old 8 kg motherfucker can jump 2 meters if he really wants to. Cat gates should just be doors

YOU. You get me. I just know if there's even the tiniest space at the top my little white gremlin will stop at nothing to jump and cram his noodly ass through it. Only a proper jail door will be enough to stop him.

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My friend requested I draw the beautiful Mothwing <3

Feel free to leave a suggestion of the next cat I should design!

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Fireheart/star

(FOR REALSIES THIS TIME I WON'T GET INSECURE OF THE ANATOMY AND DELETE I PROMMIE)

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crow

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#most of them but sometimes i dont have anything to say

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who are the fucking people making supposed cat gates. have they ever met a fucking cat before. do you think 41 inches is enough to keep even the least motivated cat from leaping over? my 9 year old lazy ass stubby legged molly leaps 41 inches for breakfast, god forbid the one who damaged a wall leaping over a bedframe door gate, or the asshole hellbent on getting outside, and i haven't even brought in 2 year old legs mcgee over there who would use 41 inches recreationally. and you're telling me that 90% of the CaT gAtEs yallre "making" don't get THAT tall. is this a fucking joke to you.

#putting this here actually some of yall MUST know the agony im in rigjt now

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Nursery Rhymes as Told by Briarpatches | Greypool

“I’m Greykit now, Mom,” said Greykit, when they were nestled back home. Fallowtail stilled. “Greykit, is it?” she asked, her voice frail. “I - I hadn’t known so much time had passed. You’ve both grown so big, but names -” “Can we get new names?” Palekit piped up, muffled by Mom’s fur before she twisted to face them. “I don’t wanna be Palekit anymore.”  “Why not?” Mom gently prodded.  Her lips curled into a tiny snarl - a perfect likeness of Hailstar’s, earlier. “It’s stupid and windy and I’m not a Windclan cat.”

[Set in @fatal-rewrites-warriors's rewrite of Warriors, found here]

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"Greykit and Palekit," Reedfeather declared. "Welcome home, lovelies."

His daughter could not see his expression from between his paws, but she could see those of the strange cats around him. They were wrong - not a single familiar face in the crowd. They all smelled wrong, too, like the wind had stolen their scents, not like the musty comfort of Mom. All strangers.

One face frowned - the huge tom padded forward and sniffed the sisters with a scarred nose. The kittens shied away. 

"I’d keep those ideas to myself, boy. The kits are too young to be named.” The tom rose up to squint at their father. “Especially adapting to so many changes, the stress could do them in.”

The kitten - was she Pale or Grey? - felt her father stiffen behind her. “Riverclan could not keep them from me, Hawkheart - neither will Starclan,” he said. 

“Besides,” he added quickly, “they’re stars-given, for Heatherstar’s lost litter. Surely they wouldn’t take such blessings from such deserving cats?”

Hawkheart curled his lip. “Deserving... certainly.”

He padded away, vanishing into what looked to the kitten like the round, gaping mouth of a dead fish. She recoiled further into her father’s belly fur for something, anything, familiar.

But he wasn’t. She did not know the texture of his fur, or his not-smell, or his nasally voice, or how he licked her ears. She hated having her ears touched - Mom knew that. 

“I want Mom,” she whimpered. “I don’t like it here, I want Mom - please, can we go home?”

[Keep reading on AO3!]

#reblogging cus i read it again n now im a lil fucked up

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good afternoon could you draw Tawnypelt?

yesss. the beloved

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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

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Two for one, Speckletail and Snowkit! Loved Speckletail being a good mom to him. They both deserved better

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not me finally replying to ao3 comments lmao orz

#sup everybody i was gonna write on darkest hour and then my cat with the uti started puking #and then i got a phone call for a thing happening next week just to add on top of my Tasks and Responsibilities #pls i just want to write about cats #why is everything happen NOW #cats fine btw we're p sure she's turbo constipated but she ate smth at least #antibiotics gonna do it to ya i guess poor girl

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Nursery Rhymes as Told by Briarpatches | Greypool

“I’m Greykit now, Mom,” said Greykit, when they were nestled back home. Fallowtail stilled. “Greykit, is it?” she asked, her voice frail. “I - I hadn’t known so much time had passed. You’ve both grown so big, but names -” “Can we get new names?” Palekit piped up, muffled by Mom’s fur before she twisted to face them. “I don’t wanna be Palekit anymore.”  “Why not?” Mom gently prodded.  Her lips curled into a tiny snarl - a perfect likeness of Hailstar’s, earlier. “It’s stupid and windy and I’m not a Windclan cat.”

[Set in @fatal-rewrites-warriors's rewrite of Warriors, found here]

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"Greykit and Palekit," Reedfeather declared. "Welcome home, lovelies."

His daughter could not see his expression from between his paws, but she could see those of the strange cats around him. They were wrong - not a single familiar face in the crowd. They all smelled wrong, too, like the wind had stolen their scents, not like the musty comfort of Mom. All strangers.

One face frowned - the huge tom padded forward and sniffed the sisters with a scarred nose. The kittens shied away. 

"I’d keep those ideas to myself, boy. The kits are too young to be named.” The tom rose up to squint at their father. “Especially adapting to so many changes, the stress could do them in.”

The kitten - was she Pale or Grey? - felt her father stiffen behind her. “Riverclan could not keep them from me, Hawkheart - neither will Starclan,” he said. 

“Besides,” he added quickly, “they’re stars-given, for Heatherstar’s lost litter. Surely they wouldn’t take such blessings from such deserving cats?”

Hawkheart curled his lip. “Deserving... certainly.”

He padded away, vanishing into what looked to the kitten like the round, gaping mouth of a dead fish. She recoiled further into her father’s belly fur for something, anything, familiar.

But he wasn’t. She did not know the texture of his fur, or his not-smell, or his nasally voice, or how he licked her ears. She hated having her ears touched - Mom knew that. 

“I want Mom,” she whimpered. “I don’t like it here, I want Mom - please, can we go home?”

[Keep reading on AO3!]

#AAAAA TAKE THIS IT'S WONDERFUL #the river gorls 😭😭😭 #rewrite stuff #every nursery rhyme u write slaps harder than the last truly

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looming over my cat while she uses the litter box, baby baster in hand, ready to swoop in and steal her pee,

#shes having pee problems but she doesnt want the pee in her body #so every time she goes. only a little comes out #so i gotta go in there and fucking slurp up the tiny puddles #for my vial of sunny pee #to take to the vet for Analysis #just another day in the life

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You mentioned Rowanberry adopted Fern and Flint after their mom died. Who was she? What killed her?

I don't think I ever came up with a name for her, but she was Rowanberry's best friend. She died of Shadowclan's first plague, so to honour her, Rowan raised them .o.

#rewrite stuff #i feel like they joked that the only way Rowan would have kits #was if bestie died and she had to raise them for her