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avoidcrow · 2 years

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I need people to understand that JK Rowling sucks because she is a TERF and not because she wrote a book you didn't like

The books themselves are not the point and you all need to get over that part because debating the quality of Harry Potter muddies the water

She is doing harm right now and you're wasting everyone's time arguing about whether the books were 'actually bad the whole time, you plebs just had bad taste' or 'actually great and everyone has to appreciate these parts' or whatever

#to clarify this is not about using quotes from the book to show her bigotry #this is about people who enter trans conversations to say stuff like 'the books always sucked anyway'#please grow up this is not a fandom war thing #mine

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couldoneimagine · 5 months

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LGBTQ+ RIGHTS IN RUSSIA ARE BEING ERODED COMPLETELY

The ministry of justice in Russia has proposed to label "the global organization of LGBT" an extremist group. The court case is set to happen on the 30th of November. If passed, this measure will make LGBTQ+ activism near impossible. Activists could face up to 6 years in prison. Yes, 6 years for advocating for equal rights.

Despite the fact that lawmakers have no legal footing to judge "the global organization of LGBT" as an existing group, considering there is no hierarchy, no leader and no such name is used widely, this will probably be passed. And the lives of queer Russians will be in jeopardy.

I beg of you to spread this post. I know it's exhausting considering everything that's happening in the world. I know the genocide in Palestine is more pressing, I know the war in Ukraine is still happening, but please. We need to be heard. Someway. Somehow.

I'm Russian, I'm queer, I will not let this regime break me. no matter how hard it tries.

#lgbtq+#important #spread #lgbt #lgbtq+ rights #lgbt rights #gay rights #queer rights #trans rights #transgender rights #lgbtq+ rights in russia #russian lgbtq+#gay rights in russia #stop the war in Ukraine #spread awareness #stop the genocide #help queer people

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constellation-skirmishes · 7 months

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i miss them. my favorite commander/general ship of all time...sorry codywan & rexwalker you lose to the sapphics forever and always.

(now, rexanidala and blyla are never in competition. theyre always tied. but rexwalker vs blyla is another story. always gonna be failgirl whos madly in love & obsessed with her wife. it goes both ways but ouuughhhh)

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pagerunner-j · 8 months

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In honor of the debut of Ahsoka, DPed (director of photography, since someone asked) by one Quyen Tran -- and yes, it looks fantastic -- I want to bring back one of my other favorite things on Quyen's resume.

Namely, that time she spooked the shit out of Travis Willngham.

Behold: one of the best bits from all of Critical Role's Narrative Telephone series, where Sam (Riegel, her husband, for the uninitiated) asked her to bring their creepy doll into the room for the...benefit?...of everyone else on his video call. This is how she chose to interpret that request.

Q is a treasure.

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#critical role #narrative telephone #ahsoka #star wars #quyen tran #she got to shoot a star war and it's the best #and hell: half the people on that screen have been in a star war #travis is jedi master jaro tapal!#a jedi master who DOES NOT LIKE CREEPY DOLLS

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 1 year

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Fred Weasley x male! Reader - Fred Weasley is sure his family thinks his boyfriend is a lunatic

A/n: the reader lives in the usa, normally I wouldn't try and mention where the reader lives (I don't live in the us) but it felt better with this fic. Also we live for badass muggle readers, there will be many more to come!

Warnings: Swearing, fighting (physically), the reader having some mental health problems but it isn't touched upon further then you can read, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Being introduced to Fred's family as his muggle american boyfriend already makes you sound like some exotic animal to them. It probably won't help that you have another secret just waiting to come out...

The three P's:

[Pov: 2nd person] [Pronouns used: you/your, he/him] [Pairings: (romantic!) fred x reader, (platonic!) fred/reader x the order/weasley family, (mentioned romantic!) Hermione x ron, (mentioned parental! harry x sirius]

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

You stared up at the ceiling of the Grimwald place with your hands laid on to the sides without a care in the world, opposing the anxious feeling bubbling in your throat.

You closed your eyes as you heard the familiar whispers of the other members of the Weasley family and the "order" replaying in your mind; "A boyfriend, a muggle boyfriend? And an American!" You must have been something to gauk at.

They looked at you as if you were some strange enigma not a newly graduate from your public highschool that wasn't fancy, and no, did not have moving staircases.

Who the fuck would want staircases that moved and that someone could potentially fall down? It seemed like a major safety hazard to you. Though all of Hogwarts seemed like a violation of the welfare of children from all the bits that Fred had told you about, although you're sure your city was much worse.

Where you lived there was crime left and right, and so much of the police were corrupt that it was dangerous to walk at night without someone beside you in case you got jumped.

Damn it, you were not supposed to think about crime right now, because it would just make you more anxious and jumpy and it always sent your spider senses aloof. Yet all you could think about was your city, without it's hero - Spiderman, to protect it. You just prayed while you were away the villains decided to take a break too.

The door to your room opened and your body immediately stood up, triggering it's flight or fight response with your muscles tensing up and you mentally preparing yourself for a fight.

Only to see Fred Weasley, your boyfriend enter the room.

Holy hell, you really were going insane.

Letting out a sigh of relief you let yourself fall against Fred and let your head rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Tired?"

"Hm."

"Was it my father asking relentless questions, or them thinking you were a friend, and me having to come out of the closet?"

You lift your head and smile lazily at his cheeky grin on his face as he teased you.

"Wouldn't you say wardrobe?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You Americans always butchering our way of speaking, it's wardrobe, and no. Saying "coming out of the wardrobe" sounds absolutely ridiculous."

You laugh at him and close your eyes, you let your worries about being in England and leaving your city unprotected slowly ebb away with Fred's presence. He always had that affect on you, calming you, letting your mind settle down from the endless ways that people could be dying and how you could be failing to save them.

Not that he knew of course.

When Fred was trying out a new product for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, he had accidentally gotten teleported to your house in America. Well it was your aunt's house at the time but that was besides the point.

It scared the ever living shit out of you, and you nearly thought he was a super villain with immense powers. No, it was just some stupid boy who had been mistakenly apparated to your residency and who couldn't get back because he didn't have his wand on him when he did.

"Freddie- or whatever your name is, I have a feeling you're not in England anymore."

After introducing you to magic, he was stayed at your place for three months, because you had no way to buy him a plane ticket to London, as you were barely scraping by as is. And someone would have to show him the terrors of an airport and how to navigate (that person being you) meaning you would need two tickets.

Eventually he found a witch who would apparate him back, although he was hesitant. He didn't want to leave you.

Reasoning with him that his family probably thought he was dead (also considering he did tell you there was a war with some dark wizard named Morty?) So he did, not before he confessed to you and decided he would come see you every weekend.

Then every weekend, became every other day and every other day became every day after work.

He was with you through everything and had told you things about himself his twin didn't even know, insecurities not meant for the cruel world. He was there for you when aunt may died, and when your best friend did too.

Yet you couldn't tell him your secret, that you were Spiderman. That you went out every night and saved people from getting hurt - or worse. Maybe more simply put that you were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you superpowers (heighten senses, the ability to climb walls, webs, heightened intelligence, healing factor, spidey senses, super strength, super speed, super reflexes, superhuman durability, and immunity to wizard spells) and when your uncle died made you want to become a capped crusader without a cape that saved people?

Alright, perhaps that is a bit harder to explain.

Still you felt guilty that you hadn't told him, the two of you had been together for two years, he deserved to know.

"You alright there love?" Fred asked you as he ran a hand through your hair. "I seemed to have lost you there for a minute."

An American, muggle, boyfriend; man his family must have stared at you like a freak in a cage and you didn't notice.

"Fred I have to-"

You cut yourself off as your spidey sense started "tingling" more like blaring in your brain.

Quickly you pushed Fred to the left side of the room as a women in some weird sliver mask and black gown (that must not have been good for running after people in,) appeared out of some black smoke.

Emo much?

A spell whosed out of her wand as it hit the wall behind you two and you blankly wondered (not minding the danger) if she was in a cult.

It definitely wasn't one of yours that's for sure, usually they had better costumes.

"They've gotten passed our defenses!" A yell was heard from outside your secluded room and you couldn't be bothered to identify who it was before Fred casted some spell that made the women fall down straight like a board.

You could admire the irony in that.

Fred looked at you with confusion in his eyes. "How did you- It doesn't matter, you stay in here, okay? It's not safe out there."

Oh it was deatheaters, the people they were at war with. So you were right, it was a cult, to be fair it wasn't just any cult, it was the cult.

Fred quickly casts a spell under his breath over towards the lady now stiffed on the ground and closed to door on your face. As he locked it without even touching it.

You cursed, stupid magic, stupid people, stupid boyfriend, you had to get to them and help. You knew you could help because you were sure Wizards that hated anyone who wasn't "pure" and hated muggles didn't carry guns, making them incredibly useless. In addition to that wouldn't they not learn basic self defense because that would be below them or something?

So it would be mostly a saving-people-from-dying mission, you hated those.

"Because someone always ends up dying." A voice in the back of your mind speaks, way too happily when talking about death.

You slam the side of your body against the door as it flew off the hinges and you ran out to help the others. Whoops, hopefully you wouldn't have to pay for that.

You had the advantage of sneaking in, so you climbed up the walls so that you were sticking to the roof. It was strange climbing again in regular clothes, you usually did it in your spidey suit. It reminded you of when you were just starting out and freaking out about your powers, it nearly made you chuckle

Spotting Fred's twin - George (yes you could tell them apart it wasn't that hard) in a tough spot with two deatheaters cornering him you decided it was your time to jump into action before someone got hurt.

"Hey asshole!" You yelled at his perpetrators from the ceiling. "It's over, I have the high ground!"

Then you dropped from the ceiling on one of their faces.

The masked deatheater that you jumped on crumbled to the ground and hit their head on the floor and didn't make another noise. You didn't have time to check their pulse and make sure you didn't accidentally kill them as the other one sent a spell flying your way.

You giggled at their stunned expression when the spell did absolutely nothing to you.

"Ya, that isn't going to work buddy." You spoke confidentially before leaping towards them and punching them in the face.

"But may the force me with you!" You yelled as you threw your arm back to readying it for another punch.

You hit them just with the right amount of force, and just in the right place that they would get knocked out. You didn't want to do some brain damage or anything. You're sure there were some Wizard police or something that could take care of them, and they most likely would want to extract information from them too considering they were in war right now.

Okay two down, ten more to go? This is the best break ever!

Molly, Fred's mum was firing spell after spell at people, and didn't seem to need any help, and Sirius Black (escaped wrongly convicted?) was also just doing fine as he fought along side his godson. Harry Potter, the kid who the leader of the deatheater cult really wanted to kill because he couldn't kill a fucking baby. Although, he always waited at the end of the year to either try and kill him or apprehend him.

Well, at least Morty cared about the kid's education right?

You scanned your eyes around the room and they fell on Fred's youngest sister who was fighting along side Ron, and Hermione (who should really fuck already) and looked to be losing.

To be fair, three kids versus five adults? Didn't exactly seem fair to you.

You judo kicked one of them, before throat punching another, then knocking one on the jaw (you really hoped it wasn't broken,) while dodging some strikes coming your way.

"Here's Johnny!" You screamed.

Next you webbed the fourth cult member's arms and legs together, and finally you got the last one in a choke-hold cutting off their air supply before they fell to the ground on conscious.

You fought the remaining one off before having your short victory of them all being alive but unable to move or open their eyes.

"Bloody hell, I know, you're that superhero from America - Spiderman!" Ron exclaims.

Winking at him you let your spidey sense guide you to the next danger.

"I'm Batman." You grudge in your best Bruce Wayne impression possible before throwing your head back with laughter.

"Yes, it's Spiderman." You clarify, at their perplexed expressions and their wonderment of your sanity.

Suddenly your brain flared and you shot a web at Fred quicker than the speed of light and pulled him towards you with it as a spell that was bright green that sounded like "abracadabra" narrowly missed him.

You felt like you knew the spell, you feel like Fred had told you about it specifically- Oh. It was the killing curse.

That Bastard tried to murder your boyfriend.

Rage filled your veins that you hadn't felt since your uncle died, an old friend that come to greet you with a dagger in it's hands that had your name on it.

This was had to end now.

You took down the rest of the deatheaters swiftly even if the idiots had figured out you were immune to magic they were no match for you.

Then, some white light, smokey stuff came from out of nowhere and people stepped out of it. You almost go to attack them only to see that they didn't don the stupid all black gowns, nor the sliver cult masks with designs only children would call creepy.

Was this the rest of the order?

"The the fuck happened here." Some guy spoke with an mechanical eye, but not really mechanical eye? It just looked everywhere at any point? You were so confused honestly.

You're pretty sure the most emotion you've been feeling this entire time has been confusion.

"Sorry, did I step on your moment?" You question them with a toothy grin while your boyfriend marveled at you with a bright red blush covering his ears and cheeks.

"Merlin, that was so hot."

You throw your head back in laughter as George elbows Fred who continues to ogle at you.

"So you're not mad?" You ask him as your eyes flash with fear.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He chuckles and comes forward to wrap an arm around your waist.

"Well I kinda didn't tell you and you told me about your wizard thingy..." You trail off, as your hands fidget with each other.

"As much as this is sweet-" The man with mechanical the eye starts up with a grumble.

"No, no, I want to see how this will play out." A women with pink hair smirks.

"Were you going to tell me eventually?" Fred continues.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Exactly, you just had to tell me in your own time."

You gaped at the man in front of you, you couldn't believe that this wizard is yours.

"I love you so much!" You threw your arms around Fred's neck.

"Mate!" Ron piped up. "Fred's boyfriend just annihilated a bunch of deatheaters like they were flies! How is hugging him now?!"

Fred just ignores his brother as he places a kiss on your brow.

"I love you too, you crazy spider."

Bonus 1:

"I think my family is terrified of you now." Fred whispers in your ear as you glance over Ron who's shaking slightly as he leans over to Hermione and mutters something to her along the lines of; "He took down twelve deatheaters! Of course I'm scared!"

"That's what Ron's telling Hermione right now."

Fred stares at you, an astonished look appearing over his freckles.

"You can hear them, from here!"

"It's called super hearing babe."

"I know you, already explained your powers to me! But you willingly listened in on them!"

You bashfully turned your head. "I was just curious!"

"Who are you, and what have you done with Y/n!"

"You caught me! I'm Bond, James Bond."

Bonus 2:

"You know Morty and his deatheaters should really learn self defense." You state with your arms crossed around your chest. "I'm seriously concerned about their physical well beings!"

Fred looked over at you as his face split into a grin and his belly filled with uncontrollable laughter.

"Did you just call Voldemort, Morty!"

"That isn't his name?"

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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green-elf-magicks · 5 months

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This animation was done in collaboration with @jesilerae (on insta) who provided the audio. Jesi also gave me some creative direction for the first part and was super patient and supportive throughout the whole process! It was a healing project to work on and I'm very touched that I was contacted for this collaboration. 🦋🦋🦋 Thank you Jesi. 🙏

Some more information about the four wings of social change as taken from an article in Yes! Magazine:

//“Drawing from Grassroots Economic Organizing’s butterfly model of transformative social justice, Leah Penniman (Soul Fire Farm co-founder and farmer) described the four wings: Resisters: the people in the blockades, the protests, the work stoppages; Reformers: the folks trying to make change from within systems, including schoolteachers and elected officials, like those getting into the prosecutor’s office and working to get sentences lowered; Builders: those who create alternative institutions such as freedom schools, farms, and health clinics; and Healers: the conflict mediators, the therapists, the preachers, the singers, the dancers, the artists—“all the folks that are gonna make us well,” she said.//

To follow that, I just wanna re-iterate that YOUR contribution matters! We ALL have strengths that lift up different wings. And we all have the ability to broaden our scope and see where else we can help and see which wings may need more lifting. Your activism may look different from someone else's. That's both okay and necessary, so long as we stay connected and united. 🦋🦋🦋🍉🍉🍉✊✊✊ ~Pothos 🪴

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sea-buns · 11 months

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Thinking about what remains of this group and how it carries over into the future of Calorum. Amethar inherited a spymaster who has worked for 20+ years to carry on the legacy of the best, though the world will never know it. Serving the son of a woman she helped kill. Her daughter, dead at the hands of this new emperor’s cousin and ward. Somewhere out there is a man, self-stripped of any title he ever held, wandering the land. Left bare in the throes of knowing he was seen as useful, and thus taken advantage of, simply because he was young. Maybe he finds his mother. Maybe he crosses paths once or twice with his old friend. Nothing he finds will ever replace what he’s lost. Or heal what he’s done. Somewhere else is a man who’s dedicated his life to cutting down anyone who would dare to replicate the horror he’s seen. Who has, in a way, been freed by that tragedy. Discarding any titles he’s ever held, any fear for the name he’d been born with, any hesitation to act. All that remains is an allegiance to the few living who never ceased to have his back and the memories of those who fell trying to protect the only semblance of a family he’s ever known.

All that remains is a resolve to do better.

#fully subscribing to the theory that plumbelina is trans #good luck prying this out of my grubby little hands #dimension 20 #d20 #the ravening war #trw spoilers #trw #queen amangeaux epicée du peche #thane delissandro katzon #colin provolone #karna solara #bishop raphaniel charlock #last two only mentioned or alluded to but they created the people who came out alive so fuck it #a crown of candy #acoc #acoc spoilers

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armoralor · 10 months

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inspired by these iconic lesbian posts (x x x) ✰ Reminder that TERFs can fuck off, multiple Nite Owls are trans & if you reblog this you love trans & nb women ❤️

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bakasara · 4 months

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just saw a humorous drawing of a character from a well-known queer gory horror cult tv show of the last decade; he's in a t-shirt reading "I fuck sexy and deranged men" except it's written as "f*ck".

and I HAVE to ask-- you are willing to lightheartedly depict a tv character who makes corpse art for fun saying he likes to have sex with someone who's "sexy and deranged"... but then you're unwilling to write out the Bad Bad Word "fuck"?

I keep seeing so many pictures circulating in presumably progressive spaces with words like kill, fuck or shit censored - and furiously enough a lot of the times the CONCEPTS expressed by these pictures are at least as ~scandalous, or as provocative, brazen, rebellious, "vulgar", unconventional, risqué, sensitive, and so forth, as the censored word itself, if not more. it's that moralistic principle by which appearances are far more important than substance. the actual content of the message doesn't matter. the values or beliefs or worldview expressed are not the point. the important bit is that the message does not appear ugly to the eye by living up to a superficial standard of acceptable mental or idea hygiene.

what are you doing expressing these messages, if you then turn around and fear a word, pearl-clutch around it, as if the word as an object were itself far more powerful than the concepts you are using it to express, or the concepts that surround it? do these people think if they put a little asterisk over "fuck", some kind of world problem is solved? or that now that they've put a patch to the Ugliness of that Dirty Word, the violence, the complexity, or the sexuality of their message has turned suitably sanitary?

and more importantly, aren't they TIRED of this bullshit. aren't these people tired of being unable to create/savor any kind of meme or art or message that exhibits the tiniest bit of messiness or provocation or complexity, without putting a little censoring bar over the most superficially, quickest-to-catch-the-public's-eye destabilizing part of it just in case we offend the fragile victorian sensibilities of *checks notes* ah. social conservatives and christian fundamentalists? because I sure as fuck am

#i am so so SO fucking tired #i will take any flame war over this i am serious #bro they're passing bills to kill trans people and you're censoring the swear word on your serial killer cannibal fanart?#are you sure that accurately reflects your values?

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