@fruitchinpo Tag için teşekkürler!! Biraz (baya) geç kaldım, kusura bakma…
My handwriting is a mess bc I can’t pay attention to the lines (my head is a mess rn, too, so it’s symbolic, really)
And i couldn’t settle for the German or Turkish letters, so i wrote both
And the lyrics are from a turkish song that’s stuck in my head for a couple days now (translation, bc I like to translate lyrics and stuff: “ask the summers about me, the freezing colds, ask these dirty whites [about me]” )
I’m tagging @rangergirl3@havetoomanyfandoms and @goldkirk (it’s a first, but I love you’re writing and I think this is the way to make new friends, so… Just in case you like tag games:) )
As always, feel free to join or ignore, and thanks again @fruitchinpo, it was fun!
Edit: forgot to write rules, oops!
Rules:
1. write the letters of the alphabet in upper and lower case and the numbers from 0 to 9
2. write your url
3. write ‘‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’’
4. write a quote or something that comes to mind (song lyrics, excerpts from books…)
5. write the urls of the people you tag
Thanks for the tag, @jpnpr! :-) Here is my handwriting (it is definitely not the easiest to read, haha, especially near the end, where I realized I was getting short on space. I tend to scribble.)
Here are the rules:
1) Write the letters of the alphabet in upper and lower case and the numbers from 0 to 9
2) Write your url
3) Write ‘‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’’
4) Write a quote or something that comes to mind (song lyrics, excerpts from books…)
5) Write the urls of the people you tag
I tag: @callaeidae3 @arwenride @justheretobreakthings @haleykim84 @sunshine-hime @zenthisoror @avidbeader and anyone else who wants to join in! :-)
The quote I wrote down is this:
“Before you can kill the monster, you have to say its name.” - Sir Terry Pratchett
Near on forgot I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a few days!
2. I’m going to make a deduction. The person making this tea is not British and/or not an experienced maker of tea because they put the milk in after the tea.
1. Tea is indeed very pretty. And the aesthetic of this post is very magnifique.
2. I am afraid I have to disagree. First tea, then milk. It’s the easiest way of getting the ratio just right. Also, tea needs to unfold its aroma uninfluenced by milk. I have been to a Food Engineering lecture about how to make the perfect cup of tea. So, this I my well informed opinion.
3. Speaking as a quintessentially English and hardcore tea drinker, the colour of this tea is very unsettling. Taking the 50 shades of tea as a framework, anything from 33-42 is acceptable in my opinion. Personally, I like it in a nice 40 toffee shade.
I am 1000% honestly grateful and thankful to everybody out there keeping the world moving.You should be getting 2X pay base, hazard pay and a LONG list of other things to compensate every single person who puts themselves out there in the line of fire of COVID.
Those who are at high risk of mortality, have family at risk, just don’t want to (we’re talking literal life and death, as in YOU CAN DIE ) - all should be given paid time off for at least a huge % of their pay, 2K/month like Canada, or something like that.
Anyway, back to the U.S. “late capitalism deathmatch stage” and we should “honor the dead and fight like hell for the living.”
Riot shields are super heavy and if you try to grab one without wearing anything to protect your hands, your fingers are gonna get crushed.
The cops aren’t just going to let you grab their shit. Unless you have a physique like Brock Lesnar and you know how to fight somebody dressed up in full riot gear, if you try this, you are absolutely going to get your ass kicked.
Even if you are able to knock the cop to the ground, chances are you’ll be flanked by at least two of their comrades.
I get that the person who made this post had good intentions, and all they wanted to do was find ways to help the protesters fight back against cops, but that doesn’t make this okay. There are probably a bunch of people who have read this post and are planning on pulling this stunt at the next protest they go to. Every single one of those people will at best get beaten within an inch of their lives and thrown in jail, and at worst get beaten to death. To quote @sam_kriss on twitter: “Don’t give advice that will kill people.”
One of my worst uncles is an ex-Marine, ex-police, ex-prison guard, who since his back went out and forced him to retire sits around all day watching Hoarders and trying to terrorise the people around him into giving him “enough respect”. When I was about 14, and he thought he was detecting the signs of a “future protest attendee” in me, he got out the riot shield he still kept in the garage, stood behind it and braced himself, then challenged myself, my two brothers, and two of my cousins to try to shift him even a little bit. All five of us did our best to turn it over, break it, or kick it hard enough (three of us regularly broke boards at our taekwondo classes, which we foolishly thought might help) to budge him even a little bit. None of it worked. We failed to even get a grip on it without him immediately turning the shield into a blunt weapon to shove us off, hard enough for us to be left on our backs in the dirt. The intended lesson was “even in a group, you will never be stronger or better defended than even a very restrained riot cop, so don’t even bother going to protests”.
Of course, there are other factors in why he laid all 5 of us on the floor using only a riot shield, the biggest one (besides being a grown man and all 5 us all being teenagers or preteens) being real combat experience. You get good at fighting by getting into real fights. The cops may be ex-military or involved in prison security. If you do not regularly, seriously, physically fight people, you will not beat someone who has been in a whole bunch of real fights, especially not someone with a riot shield. Especially not with a tactic like “just lift from the bottom”. “Five cool hacks to get good at fighting cops” do not exist. What does exist is plenty of resources for recognising cop tactics, things like “earliest warning signs police are forming a kettle”, that do help you to make the best tactical retreats you can when the time comes. There are further resources - look up the most local ones possible - for supplies to have on hand and contacts to make, to survive being kettled and/or arrested, and resources for helping provide first aid in the field. They are not as sexy and cool as the idea of ending up in a viral video of someone decking a cop, but as a general rule, the less “sexy” the tactic the more likely it is to be something people are saying because it’s actually useful. Real protest advice is not likely to make you look cool! If something seems like it will bring you personal glory in a protest, it’s 99% likely just a stupid idea that will get you and others hurt, and probably being deliberately spread for that reason.
I’m surfacing from the depths of No-Internet-In-My-Apartment-Land to drop off this: the tampon/pad paper is under a cut here, if anyone wants it. Be warned it’s very short (we wrote a paper every week, they were only about 500 words each) and it’s missing the powerpoint that shows the commercials themselves, but the paper is here should anyone be intrigued enough to go looking for it.
Don’t judge her, she probably couldn’t afford adoption papers
I work at a humane society shelter, and this does happen occasionally. usually cats won’t “steal” the kittens, they’ll hear them crying and stick around and if a momma doesn’t come around they’ll take them somewhere safe and try to care for them
we recently had a very confused lady who called that her cat was trying to take care of an astounding 8 kittens and brought them in
the kittens were obviously malnourished, and we looked around her neighborhood and sadly found the dead mama, she got hit by a car
it’s a really useful thing that cats will do
sometimes the mom will just have gotten lost and will come back to try and find her kittens and so that can be frustrating, but considering how rough it is for stray kittens, it’s a lot better for them to be in a household and cared for where the parent cat can get guareenteed food and shelter
I can’t tell you how many abandoned kittens we find that can’t make it
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger as Head Boy and Head Girl. I have so many headcanons over this au
“We have to be professional.”
He nodded.
“We need to appear united and as equals.”
Another nod.
Hermione raised her eyebrow pointedly. “That means no standing behind me and glowering at everyone.”
Draco’s expression froze and then his eyebrows knit together. “I don’t glower.”
Hermione snorted. “Of course not. No standing behind me shooting withering looks at people. We’re a team. We’re supposed to work together, side by side. Not me in the front, talking, and you standing two feet behind me threatening murder with your eyebrows.”
Draco rolled his eyes as though affronted by the mere notion that his eyebrows would do such a thing. He leaned calmly against the wall. “Professional, united, non-threatening. I’m not a Gryffindor, I’m perfectly capable of behaving myself when necessary.”
“Good.” Hermione nervously drew her knees together as she double-checked her notes. “This is a big deal, the governor’s board almost never accepts proposals from students. We have to make this perfect if we want any chance of having them seriously consider it.”
The presentation started well, Draco and Hermione stood shoulder-to-shoulder and their presentation about the need for better Muggle studies went without a hitch until the end when Eustace Tutley, an ancient and prune-faced warlock, began making snide remarks about Muggles’ lack of culture asserting that pureblood families had no interest in immersive trips to Muggle areas.
Hermione stood, arms folded and ears burning, as Tutley went on and on about wasted school resources while the other members chuckled quietly or nodded until Draco icily cut in, “Actually, sir, the proposal was my idea.”
Tutley blinked, and McGonagall quickly dismissed Hermione and Draco back to their classes.
“Well—“ Hermione said, drawing a deep breath once they were in the hall and trying not to feel disappointed, “that probably went about as well as we could hope.”
She looked up and found that Draco’s expression was black, and his eyebrows appeared to be catching up on all the death threats they’d refrained from making earlier.
She looked down, concealing a small grin. “I think we definitely seemed united.”
Nothing.
“Possibly a bit too united,” she said, poking him in the ribs until he looked at her.
“Hmm?”
She stared up at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “I was just saying that we may have seemed a bit too united, given where you had your hand.”
She glanced pointedly down and his eyes followed.
He stared with surprise, his cheeks flushing, as he realised that he’d had his hand visibly and possessively wrapped around her hip the entire time.
Oh, my goodness! It’s back! My friends just updated with Chapter 16 of “Paper Cuts; Leather Binds”!!!
Rated: M
Summary: When Marinette turns 21 and is finally of age to pick up her soulmate journal, she expects to immediately be put in contact with a certain blond crush of hers like she’s always dreamed of. However, when she opens up the journal to find it already half filled with entries from a soulmate who had long given up on ever getting a reply, she wonders what cruel joke the universe must be playing on her. When Gabriel hears the tell-tale sound of pencil against paper coming from a long forgotten leather-bound journal, he nearly thinks he’s imagining things. After all, he’d long given up on believing in the soulmate system and had moved on to find love elsewhere. However, he finds himself presented with an opportunity he can’t pass up: a chance to get closer to his leading suspect for Ladybug’s civilian identity and possibly a new opportunity to get the earrings he so desperately needs to bring back his long-lost wife.All best-laid plans are bound to have complications, though. Actually beginning to harbor feelings for his enemy, however, was not one Gabriel expected.
Continuing on the shenanigans: Head Girl off to wish her secret Slytherin Head Boy boyfriend good luck with a protection amulet for the game.
“Will the Head Girl grace the pitch with her presence for today’s match?” The timbre of Malfoy’s cool lilting drawl slid down Hermione’s spine.
She stared determinedly at the book on her lap. “As I have explained many times now, I despise Quidditch. Sitting in the rain, watching people zoom around on broomsticks, risking their lives for the sake of a game is not even remotely enjoyable.”
There was a pause and she glanced up to be greeted by the sight of Malfoy, dressed in his Quidditch uniform, carefully tightening the laces on his dark leather shin-guards.
Her ears grew warm and a small, involuntary shiver slid through her gut. She averted her eyes quickly, determined to resume studying as if there was no one of any interest or consequence currently in the room with her. There was a low sigh and she watched from the corner of her eye as Malfoy stood and started towards the door before pausing in front of her
“You always came when Potter and Weasley played,” he said in a low voice.
Hermione could feel his eyes on her, and she began rereading the page in front of her for the eighth time. “Yes, well—“ she choked slightly, “—they were my friends. I was worried they might get killed.”
There was a deafening silence.
“Right,” Malfoy finally said in a clipped voice. “I’ll see you for rounds tonight then. Assuming I haven’t died.”
He stalked across the room, and Hermione heard the portrait hole slam.
She sat frozen for several seconds, gripping her book and replaying the conversation carefully to the end.
Oh.
“Bugger,” she said, picking up the heavy Charms textbook and slamming it against her forehead.
She dropped it on the table and bolted to her room, pulling out half the contents of her trunk before she found what she was looking for.
She had to run out of the Head common room and halfway through the castle before she finally caught sight of Malfoy’s blond head.
“Malfoy!”
He paused and waited for her to catch up, a hard, irritated expression on his face. He started pulling his Quidditch gauntlets on as she approached.
“I really don’t like Quidditch,” she said when she got close.
“Yes, you said that.” He twisted the leather laces around his fingers and pulled them tight with a sharp jerk.
Her throat tightened and she glanced away. “I always worry when I’m there. First-year, Harry’s broom was cursed, and second-year Dobby jinxed the bludgers, and third-year the dementors made Harry pass out… When I’m at the matches, I can’t stop thinking about the ways things might go wrong—“
“Granger, it’s fine. You don’t need to explain.” She looked up and found that Malfoy was looking visibly uncomfortable.
Hermione shook her head. “No. You were right. I’m Head Girl, I should come. The war’s over. It’s important to encourage inter-house unity.” She forced a bright smile. “I’ll see you at the match.”
She started to turn away, then froze, and her cheeks grew hot as she gripped a little velvet bag in her hand. Without letting herself pause to reconsider, she plunged her hand in and pulled out the amulet, holding it towards Malfoy without looking at him.
“Take this,” she said, staring determinedly away and feeling as though her face might burst into flames. “The runestone is enchanted to protect the wearer from harm and misfortune. You should wear it today because—because if you die without finishing any of last week’s reports, I will hunt you down in the afterlife and drag you back.”
There was a pause, and she thought she might die of embarrassment. Then she felt a quick pulse of magic in her nerves as Malfoy‘s hand closed around the amulet.
The air shifted. Her breath caught nervously in her throat, and she tensed as she felt him step closer.
a writer who writes the most fucked up “dead dove: do not eat” problematic pairing and fully tags and warns for the content they create will always be worthy of more respect in my eyes than people who call others weirdos because of who they ship.
This is because a writer who writes disturbing things but gives me plenty of warning about them has demonstrated, regardless of what happens in the fic, that they value the consent of real people, and that they value my consent to see such content and will always offer me the option to avoid or withdraw.
On the other hand, a purity cultist who demands I explain my trauma and exactly why I might be drawn to dark content, regardless of whether they’re the purest fluff writer to ever write, has demonstrated a lack of respect for my boundaries and the attitude that they are entitled to whatever they want to take from me.
There are a lot of things that bother me about purity culture, but I think the most disturbing is that it clouds the very definition of consent, and then teaches this confusing version (you must consent to deep dives into your trauma and how it affects you for the benefit of strangers who have already decided you’re a bad person, and not consenting to that automatically makes you an abuser, also no one can consent to reading or thinking about disturbing content ever because thinking about it means you want it irl) to young, vulnerable, and often traumatized individuals, thus making it harder to understand their trauma and easier for them to ignore the real warning signs of abuse (like demanding that you agree with the abuser otherwise you’re literally the worst and most harmful person ever) because it teaches that abusers only come in one type, and that all abusers are “nasty shippers”.
This is especially dangerous because real life abusers teach their victims that the abuse is happening because the victim is a bad, evil person. One of the diagnostic criteria for PTSD is literally “Places undue blame on themself or others for what happened”. Teaching traumatized people that consent is a luxury only “good” people are allowed to have is incompatible with support for abuse survivors.
tl;dr a writer who tags “dead dove: do not eat” has demonstrated respect for the necessity of consent. A purity cultist who sends anon hate has demonstrated a lack of respect for consent.
Be suspicious of anyone who tries to pull the Fandom Police card on you and demands you reveal things about yourself, your sexual/gender identity and past you don’t want to reveal.
Once again, thank you everyone for reading, enjoying, and sharing this comic. Not just sharing in the sense of re-posting this comic, (which you should totally do) but also sharing your stories with me, letting my know how my comics have touched you. It means so much to me. Love ya!
Stay tuned for more comics! <3
It gives me tremendous joy to see people still reading this comic, and especially when they get something out of it.
Over the years I have faced many ups and downs, just like everyone else. Sometimes it really gets to me how mean people can be to each other. How mean I can be to myself.
But for all the Level 1 Trans Fighters out there please know with acceptance, mindfulness, and self compassion I did in fact find my balance. Not a fast process. Basically a complete lifestyle change.
Sometimes I lose that balance, sure. But when I choose to present my authentic identity? I’m objectively drop dead gorgeous.
Here are a hand full of my looks. You’ll notice none of them are 100% masculine or feminine.
Peace be with you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being you.
it is technically true that in order to be “back” on your bullshit, you must first be off your bullshit. however, i am “back” on my bullshit in much the same way that sisyphus is “back” on top of his hill right before his boulder rolls back down to the bottom.
You can call 12 the dark doctor all you want, but the fact is that this guy installed smoke machines in 12th century Essex and then rolled up on a tank , wearing shades and playing an electric guitar just for the rockstar aesthetic. For the drama.
I feel like the problem ppl have when constructing redemption arcs is people make ‘the character realizes what they’ve done is wrong’ the end step instead of like…one of the earliest ones. a satisfying redemption arc doesn’t resolve when the character first feels sorry, it resolves when a character has really journeyed towards atonement and made enough change in themselves to achieve some kind of symbolic victory over who they used to be
Has anyone else had the experience when you’re browsing fics and you’re skimming the summary of one of them, and you just think boredly to yourself, “Wow, that sounds terrible. What an awful concept that could in no way ever be executed in a remotely palatable fashion.” And you’re about to move past it, but THEN you catch the author’s username and you go, “Wait, HOLD UP, I know this asshole. Never mind, I take it back, this weird shit is probably actually really good and I’m coming in.”
Of course, the flipside of this is also true. I see a summary that makes me go, “Oh, yeah. Oh, hell yeah, this is exactly my jam! This is everything I’ve ever wanted in a fic! I’m so ready!” But then I catch the author’s username attached and I’m just like, “Oh. Right. It’s you, whose characterizations and ships I don’t like, whose opinions I don’t agree with, and whose taste in tone and style absolutely doesn’t match my own.”
And then the only thing to do is put the fic down, excuse myself, and try not to act like I’ve lost the love of my life or been unforgivably scorned.
NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale
Let’s get back to basics. Kinda funny we rename things like we’re outlaws that try to cover up there crimes!
why have i never known about orange
Orange was originally like…a PG-13 warning. You would tag orange for fics that stopped at making out. What you’re thinking of is “Grapefruit”.
The scale goes as such: Orange (PG-13, basically making out like I said) - Lime (Non-explicit sexual actions, think an M rated fic instead of NC-17) - Lemon (explicit, graphic sex, the NC-17 fics) - Grapefruit (hardcore/weird stuff)
Reblogging for the citrus correction of orange and grapefruit
It is so weird seeing people rediscover the fandom of my youth. I haven’t used the citrus scale since I last lied about being 18.
When it comes to stuff like racism, sexism, homophobia, etc, I’ve found it’s usually way better to think to yourself ‘I don’t want to be’ than ‘I’m not’.
I.e. if someone goes ‘that thing you just did is ableist’, instead of going ‘I’m not ableist, I don’t hate disabled people!’ it’s usually a lot better to go ‘I don’t want to be ableist, I should rethink what I’m doing/saying/etc in light of that fact’. Because that shifts your thinking so rather than jumping straight into denial and attempts to defend your character, you’re instead more inclined to look at how your actions could be misrepresenting your intentions. Or whether you’ve overlooked something, been callous, or acted in ignorance.
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