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transmascpetewentz · 2 days
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adolf was right about you all tbh...
"anti zionism isn't antisemitism!" motherfuckers when they're given the chance to say something without their name attached:
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ponderosa121 · 2 days
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BG3. Ketheric/Halsin. Based on "Nothing Left But The Thorn" by Nightwang (mind the tags) which served up just the kind of whump I'm here for.
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bi-trans-alliance · 2 years
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catgirl-kaiju · 28 days
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something worth pointing out in the case of Tumblr CEO @photomatt 's statement regarding predstrogen is the very clear side stepping of the conversation being had. the ask he chose to respond to as part of his statement was asking about tumblr's transmisogyny problem, and what he is commenting on is tumblr's transphobia problem.
transmisogyny is certainly related to transphobia, but the two are not the same. i've seen plenty of trans folks who are guilty of transmisogyny and have even been harassed by such individuals on this very website. he repeatedly refers to transphobia and accusations of tumblr staff being transphobes throughout the statement, but never once brings up transmisogyny. perhaps he is unfamiliar with the term, but he could look it up and read up on it before responding to a question directly asking about it. he is very clearly not doing his due diligence in addressing these concerns.
he mentions tumblr having "LGBT+ including trans people on staff," but this is not especially helpful in assessing tumblr's transmisogyny problem. based on this we don't know how many trans people, whether or not there any transfem or TMA folks (who might understand the nature of transmisogyny better than TME people) on staff, what positions these queer people hold in the company, or whether or not any of tumblr's queer employees are on the moderation team. and it's understandable why some of these specifics are left out; you don't want to put any staff members in danger of being doxxed or harassed, especially if they're vulnerable marginalized people. however, it seems to me a gross oversight to not mention if there are any trans folks working on the moderation team.
i think it's also a huge misstep to focus on predstrogen so singularly when the conversation about her account being nuked is part of a larger conversation about transmisogyny. what this reveals, too, is transmisogyny playing an active role in the decision to ban her for life. one of the aspects of transmisogyny is viewing transfem folks as especially and uniquely dangerous. i'd like @photomatt to ask himself if he would have taken "threats" like the one cited as seriously if they came from a cis person or a TME trans person. really reflect on that, Matt. i also put "threat" in scare quotes here because, frankly, it's pretty clear that said comment is a cartoonish and outlandish example of violence used to demonstrate that the intent to harm is not literal. i do this all the time both on here and in real life. telling a friend i'm going to "maul them to death" over a minor annoyance is a comedic way of expressing frustration in a way that communicates it's not actually a big deal. saying something like "i want them to explode after falling down the stairs when trying to evade a falling piano full of knives" about a public figure or someone who is negatively affecting your life works as a way of demonstrating the intensity of your feelings while not veering into territory where it sounds like you're literally planning an assassination attempt. if you're reading this, Matt, i hope you can begin to understand the difference between something like:
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and a real actual harassment, like:
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y'know, all actual comments and posts i've received on this website, and reported with detailed explanations for why i'm reporting them but never heard back from the moderation team about the situation. i have no idea if anything was ever done about any of these people sending me bigoted violent messages because no one ever does follow-up. the only time i've ever received follow-up on a report was when i reported an account for promoting self-harm in the form of anorexia. that's it. one time in the over a decade i've been on this website.
how does all of this sit with you, Matt?
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stiffyck · 2 months
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im incredibly normal about doppelganger stories. like. the thing with doppelgangers is so interesting to me because. it makes the person think about themselves in a way like "....could i do that?" like if the doppelganger is evil the person sees this person who looks exactly like them do horrible stuff and they have to think.... would they be able to do that? is there smt like that in their heart or whatever.
the mayor and hotguy just inserted themselves in this i dont make the rules but anyway theyre both evil right? but in different ways.
mayor is corrupt in the way that he doesnt care about the environment and the capitalist ways of his mayorship tho right- hotguy on the other hand literally beheads people to bring them to his king. and its not even for his king, he does it because he wants to. he uses the king as an excuse. if the king told him to do something he didnt want to do? hed turn on him in a second. hotguy does things for himself, hes violent and he likes that. the king just gives him a legal excuse to kill people
anyway yes take this incredibly self indulgent thing that ive been thikning about while waiting for my pizza
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ssseriema · 5 months
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and i hope you die, i hope we both die
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hexaes · 1 year
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... Yeah, I think I do.
no one gets me like akechi gets me . also i have an akeshu twitter now @goroiiker
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samglyph · 2 months
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Ghost Hunter AU Part 2/2
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For @malevolent-monthly , IDs in alt text by @shadow0haven
Thanks for reading ;)
Tip Jar and Commissions
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Oh no, you crit failed summon monster! Instead of a monster you summon (roll a d20):
A single goblin who is unable to fight your enemies but is very enthusiastic to try
An unimpressed horse
The monster you wanted to summon, but high off its tits on acid
Ben Shapiro
An extremely confused Grey Knight Space Marine
Just a fuck ton of fancy soaps
Your own spleen
A mimic who's very embarrassed at being seen non-shapeshifted
The monster you want to summon but at 200mph
Every monster ever published in any D&D book ever all at once
The IRL game group
A heartwarming narrative about identity and personal growth in the american west
An asteroid the size of Scotland
The Discourse
An exact mental and physical copy of yourself who insists that they just summoned you
Your dad who went to the store to "get milk" 20 years ago
D&D First Edition
Late Stage Capitalism
The monster you wanted to summon but deconstructed into inch-square parts
My fist into your face. Fuck you.
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marikodraws · 10 months
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Beyond Salvation, but Still Within Arm's Reach
Part 1 of my accordion book comic project!
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tokintormin · 2 months
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What if Vox often appeared in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (right) time
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rythyme · 1 year
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once again BEGGING y’all to watch the thai Goncharov remake 😭🙏😭🙏
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staroftheendless · 7 months
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Welcome to part 3 (Part 1 | Part 2) of the fake boyfriend AU 😄 guess we're doing this now. Prompt "new beginnings" from @dreamlingnation 's 1st Sandman Anniversary celebration 🥰
With every step Dream takes, he wonders if he should turn back. Although his siblings hold family meetings all the time, it's been months since he's been there. Somehow, he never quite feels like a part of the family, and half the time, he ends up arguing with one of them anyway, usually Desire.
Standing in front of his sister's apartment door, Dream wants nothing more than to turn back, but the truth is that Burgess won't stop harassing him, and Dream needs help. 
Hob turned out to be the best possible choice Dream could have made as far as fake boyfriends go, but he can't force a stranger to take care of him all the time. Besides, Hob pretty much asked him out. A tingling feeling washes over Dream's body at the thought. If they really ended up dating, Dream wouldn't want to turn Hob into his bodyguard and pressure him into protecting him.
Dream sighs considering his other option, but then he makes himself knock. A moment later, he hears a familiar voice coming through the door. "Pizza's here!"
The door flies open and Delirium looks up at Dream with eager anticipation, then surprise, and finally simple joy. "Oh, it's better than pizza!"
She takes his hand and drags him into the living room. Destiny is hidden inside his hoodie, sunken deep into the sofa and staring at his phone, probably as enthusiastic about being here as Dream. On the other side of the sofa sits Destruction, or Ollie, as he likes to be called these days. He's sprawled out with his eyes closed, headphones in his ears and somewhat lost to the world as well. 
"Where is Death?" Dream asks and Delirium nods to the other room.
"Kitchen," she says before wandering over to Ollie and stealing one of his earbuds.
Dream heads into the kitchen, finding Death in the middle of mixing something. It could be milkshakes or margaritas. The choice always depends on the mood in the other room.
"Hey, sister," Dream says and Death whisks around, staring at him.
"Dream!" She drops everything and pulls him into a hug. "Look at you, blessing us with your presence."
"I had work-" Dream starts, but she waves his words away. 
"It's fine, I'm glad you're here. And the twins didn't come, so maybe we can actually have a quiet evening. Come, help me with this."
The fact that Desire isn't here to argue with him certainly helps Dream to relax. They have milkshakes and pizza, Destiny actually puts his phone down once in a while, and when it gets late, Dream ends up with Death and Ollie in the kitchen, cleaning up. 
They share a look, and finally Death turns to Dream. "So, what brought you here?"
"What do you mean?"
"No offense, but you didn't show up in forever and usually there is something going on when you do," Death says, giving him a knowing look. "So what is it?"
It doesn't make sense to pretend, so Dream takes the wet plate from Death, rubbing the dish towel over it as if it was Burgess' face. "There's this old guy who comes into the bar all the time, hitting on me. I just blew him off, but this week he offered me money to show him my assets."
Ollie turns around, water and soap dripping from his hands, his voice a rolling thunder. "He did what?"
"Take it easy," Death says, tapping Ollie's arm as if she's calming a horse. "We will take care of this."
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Dream feels a lot better when he shows up for work the next day. The Endless family might not always run all that smoothly, but they tend to stick together when push comes to shove. 
Delirium helps - or at least tries to - behind the bar while Ollie offers to clean out the storage rooms. Meanwhile, Death makes a little room on the desk in the back office to make sure that Dream did everything right with the books. Even Destiny comes along. He's pretty much just a shadow in the corner, and aside from Ollie, none of them are exactly imposing, but Dream still feels protected from all sides. It's a feeling he fiercely missed for a while.
The hour gets late, and both Death and Ollie check in after a while, settling down at the bar where Delirium soon joins them. They have a nice evening, and Dream gets by with the usual little flirtations, especially since Burgess doesn't show up.
Hob also stays absent, and Dream finds himself looking over to the empty barstool, wishing Hob would sit there as he did the day before. It's not his business to care for Dream, though, and it would be a good idea for Dream to get that into his head, even when Hob was nice to him.
Dream does his best not to look at the empty space at the bar and cleans up as much as possible. Ollie takes over at the bar for a moment when Dream heads to one of the storage rooms to take notes on what to order next. He doesn't get there though. A man he's never seen before steps into his way.
"Hey, sugar. I got a message for you."
"Not interested," Dream says, trying to sidestep the guy, but he immediately gets grabbed by the arm and the guy presses him against the nearest wall.
"Listen, my employer wants a word, so you're going to come outside with me, and you're going to be nice and quiet about it."
"I don't give a shit about your employer. Let me go!" Dream grunts, trying to pull his arm away, but the guy's grip is like a vice and panic creeps into Dream's chest.
"Burgess-" the guy starts, but he doesn't get to finish. 
Out of nowhere, something crashes into him with such force that he lets go of Dream and ends up against the next wall. Dream registers that it's another person, and then his heart almost leaps out of his chest as he spots a bunch of patches. Hob.
The guy who grabbed Dream pushes him away, probably thinking he's getting the upper hand, but Hob puts his whole weight into a punch to his face and the guy stumbles backward. Hob grabs him and shoves him through the back entrance, and as he hits the floor, Hob pulls the door shut and shakes the handle to make sure that it's locked.
He takes a few deep breaths before turning to Dream, strands of his hair covering his face in wild disarray, and a tight choker with spikes around his neck. For the first time, he looks actually dangerous, like an attack dog off his leash, but his voice holds the same calm as always.
"I'm sorry, this must have been scary, but he's gone now."
He takes a step closer and Dream wants to say something, maybe thank him, but his chest is a tight knot and his brain fights to come up with the next step.
"Dream?" Hob asks, voice even softer now. "You will be alright, he can't hurt you. You're safe, okay? You're safe."
Hob is close now, lifting his hand, but then he pulls it back. "Can you breathe with me? Let some fresh air in, and breathe the fear out, okay? Good air in, bad things out."
He takes deep breaths to show what he means and Dream manages to mimic him. With every breath, his body feels less rigid and softer on the inside, and then Hob places a hand flat on Dream's back. It's soothing and warm, and Dream reaches for Hob's jacket. He pulls him in as if more touch from Hob is the cure for his current state. He comes so close, he can bury his face against Hob's neck, breathing in his scent while Hob puts his arms around him. 
It's barely a hug, Hob sheltering Dream from the outside and Dream wants more of it all. He rubs his face along Hob's cheek, beard rubbing along his own smooth skin, and then Dream reaches Hob's lips, knowing from experience how nice they feel on his own, so he kisses Hob and his body catches fire, the fear burning right out of him.
Dream's not sure how long he's breathing in the flames, but when he draws back, Hob studies him with his lovely eyes and runs his hands up and down Dream's arms as if to rub some feeling into them.  "Better?"
Before Dream can answer, Hob is pulled backward, and with horror, Dream watches as Ollie flings Hob across the room and pushes him against the wall.
"Ollie, no! Don't hurt him!" Dream shouts, but Ollie presses his forearm against Hob's throat as if to choke him out.
"What do you think you're doing with my brother?" Ollie growls, and Hob's eyes grow wide. It's hard to tell if he's just surprised or actually worried.
"Stop it, it's not him," Dream says, trying to keep another wave of panic at bay. "He's not the creepy guy. He's my boyfriend."
"What?" Death asks into the sudden silence in the room, and only now does Dream see his other siblings standing in the doorway, staring at him.
Hob taps his hand against Ollie's arm, his voice breathless. "See? Boyfriend. Boyfriend."
Ollie finally lets go of him and puts him back on his feet and Hob draws some eager breaths while Ollie puts a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry man, I thought you were grabbing him."
"It's fine," Hob says, rubbing his throat as if to assess the damage, and Dream steps over to him without thinking, putting an arm around his middle.
"Sure you're okay?"
In his panic, Dream said boyfriend, totally neglecting the fake part, and instead of correcting him, Hob goes along with it in front of Dream's family. 
"Don't worry, love," Hob says, smiling at Dream, and Dream's heart right out studders. "All good."
Even worse, he looks around the room at Dream's siblings. "So, how do we kill Burgess and make it look like an accident?"
Ollie laughs, Death rolls her eyes with a smirk and Delirium stares at Hob as if he hung the moon. "I like this one. He's shiny."
[continue with part 4]
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AITA for beating the shit out of my sister?
I( afab 16) live with my parents, and sister and her fiance. My sister I will call Lana, is 23 and has a lot of issues with my parents.
My mom is disabled and can't bend at all, so I pick up a lot of housework for her, but my sister is resentful. She is very disrespectful and I always stand up for my mom, as she feels guilty about her disability, but I blame my sister.
Usually Lana screams at mom and calls her names, even get the cops called a few times until she goes to her room and screams in there, but about 2 weeks ago she got a peak and shoved my mom, who fell and threw out her back, hearing her fall and the argument, I called my dad who lives about 10 minutes away and helped my mom up, and put her in her chair, and when my sister called me a stupid momma's boy who hates her I kind of snapped, my dad was on the way but I tackled her and started punching
I am a big dude, even if I was born female. I am about 6'2" and 269 lbs, and I workout a lot. My sister is 5'7" and maybe 150 lbs.
My dad got home maybe 2 minutes later but the damage was done, I had a large scratch on my arm and bruise on my face, and my sister had a bloody nose, numerous bruise on her body and face, a fat lip and a black eye.
My dad pulled me off her and she cried saying I attacked her for no reason but my dad new she hurt my mom so he knew she was bull ahotting, he grounded me for a week and helped her clean her lip and nose, and I made sure my mom was okay
My dad understands what I did, but my mom's said she was disappointed as she never raised me to resort to violence.
I feel awful, but I won't apologize to my sister which my dad respects, my mom told me that I should so I have been feeling mixed
Am I the asshole? I didn't want to hurt her, but I just couldn't stand there and let her hurt my mom. But she is my sister and I'm almost twice her size.
My parents say I should say sorry as outr relationship is important and I agree but I'm just not ready, I get so mad when I see her.
Was I the asshole?
What are these acronyms?
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I fought the personification of cancel culture.
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kotana-x · 6 months
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Supernatural
Hello, Casifer.
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Bye, Crowley...
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