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dykeomania · 11 months
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black and brown women have been an integral part of this community, from the jump. when my shit blew up a year ago, all of my mutuals [who i felt close to**, my fault] were black and brown women who felt comfortable enough in their queerness to make something, albeit very fucking dumb and raunchy and lighthearted, and put it out here on this site because the tag was safe and it was okay to do so.
so to learn that we've backpedaled 114 steps where: fics just blatantly aren't very inclusive, policing the feelings of black and brown women on the topics of such is apparently okay (at a time where, now, the tag is fairly poc-writer dominated, to my knowledge), and to see that people have been receiving death threats and slurs in their inbox is honestly so beyond, that i am like, legitimately mortified.
i'm fucking embarrassed and disappointed in like, everyone. i'm disgusted by the complacency [and the complicit behavior, mind you], i'm annoyed by the bigotry, and i really wish that things were not like this. this is so far from real life shit, but there are a lot of principle errors. a lot needs to change. fix it.
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frozenspraycans · 10 months
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carmy @ sydney tbh
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angeart · 5 months
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[boatem circus] mumbo's trauma actually makes the things in that burny-burny fire fic so much heavier but then i keep realising that you guys don't know-
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naavispider · 1 year
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Hi what do you think about au with transgender spider? I don't know why but he gives me transgender vibes. It seems to me that from such a version Spider would reveal himself very young. What do you think the reaction of the Sullys, the scientists, the clan in general, and Quaritch and his squad in particular, would be when they first met and on their missions?
I love this idea! Spider is so strong and brave and true to himself already that I completely agree with you that he would come out very early on. He doesn't give a shit that he's the only one amongst the humans who is half naked and wearing blue stripes, so why would he care that he has the wrong the body parts to be a boy? He knows he can be whatever he wants, although it's of course deeper than that. He is Na'vi, so he shows it. He is a boy, so he's confident expressing that too.
As this is set so far in the future I would love to believe that the humans who stayed at Hell's Gate and helped raise him wouldn't bat an eyelid. And if anyone was surprised or unsure of Spider's decision, it wasn't exactly something that would get Spider down or convince him to stop. By the time he's 9 he's spending most of his time in the forest anyway. The science guys barely see him and let's be honest, they probably forget he exists most of the time (apart from Norm, Max and maybe one or two others).
The Na'vi definitely don't give a shit, you know most of them don't want their kids to play with Spider on the count that he's human, let alone that he is a different gender to what his body parts suggest. It's the least of any of their worries. Neytiri doesn't really get it, but also doesn't care anyway, and Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk are all delighted because they've called Spider a boy ever since they've known him. In their eyes, Spider has gotten all nervous to tell them something they already knew.
"What do you mean? We already call you him and his!"
Kiri is the only one who looks at him differently - but it's in a positive way. She sees the bravery Spider shows everyday, expressing his true self more than anybody else she knew, staying true to his spirit. If that didn't make him one of Eywa's children, she didn't know what would.
Neteyam is slightly slower to keep remembering pronouns etc because (being the oldest) he knew Spider before he fully came out. However, if an odd pronoun does slip out, it is quickly corrected and apologised over (Spider teases him about it) and within a few weeks that's that. It's just natural. Jake has a similar reaction to Neteyam, having known Spider for several years before he transitioned, and he had a hard time explaining it once to Neytiri. After the kids had finally all settled down to sleep, she asked Jake what Spider was doing, changing the way he wanted people to talk to him. Jake had his work cut out trying to explain that it was much more than just that, that Spider really was a boy inside, he had just been lumped with the wrong body parts to prove it. Neytiri (being completely oblivious) asked if it was a sickness that made his body be born wrong. She tried to imagine having the same problem as Spider, and realised the kid had it tough. Still, he was human, and the demon Quaritch's son at that - he would only bring them ill-fortune eventually.
Now, when Quaritch finds Spider in the forest with Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk, things go differently. Quaritch asks him his name and the boy gives it. Quaritch frowned, the name 'Socorro' bringing hope to his chest, but he couldn't piece the jigsaw together. He remembered holding his daughter in his arms, cradling her as she slept, watching her as Paz recovered from the birth. His child wasn't called Spider. His child was a girl. She was named after his mother. He knew for a fact that Paz hadn't had any other kids.
"[dead female name of your choice]?"
"Nobody calls me that."
"I figured they sent you back to Earth..."
"You can't put babies in cryo, dipshit."
Well, shit. It really was... her. His frown deepened. He signalled to Prager to take hold of Spider again. "Take her over there..."
Spider hissed. "It's him, dickwad!"
Quaritch turned as the kid was wrestled away to wait for extraction. He needed to call this in, but as he did so he watched the struggling child, spitting curses in Na'vi and conversing with Sully's kids.
He'd been gone 16 years. He knew the world had changed and moved on since the real Miles Quaritch died, but he didn't realise just how much of his past life he had lost, and just how much he was about to gain back.
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hacked-by-jake · 6 months
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I have spent so much time, thoughts, work and tears trying desperately to be someone special/popular/known that there was no room left for the thought of how much more beautiful it would be, instead of becoming someone else, to work on learning to love and accept myself exactly the way I am right now. While this isn’t easy either, it’s still so much easier than becoming someone I’m not.
I want to stop romanticizing that life can only be beautiful if you’re popular and known by many people. But I want to start romanticizing how nice it would be to love yourself. How nice it would be to look at myself and to think "You’re worth it, you’re worth working on accepting and loving yourself."
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mir4le · 6 months
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It’s online
Fantastic Idiots and Where to Find Them
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help
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takaramagi · 5 months
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im folding immediately if it was me. im just saying. I would be acting mortally wounded if it was me. Like im just saying.
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dead-professor · 1 year
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Okay it looks like I am now something called a "vampire" and Proteus got turned into a "ghoul". I am currently in a big ass forest and still trying to figure out where the SHIT I am.
Cannot go out during the day at all.
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12. Burning and Suffering, etc.
previous.
cw: sadistic choice, inhuman whumpers, burning, blood, you've gotten yourself in a bad position oops
You can see terror in Valian’ eyes, and you’re worried it’s a reflection of your own gaze. “I was looking for them,” you whisper. 
Triumphant grins are exchanged over your head. The Council’s agents draw closer. “Louder. Say it louder.” 
“We didn’t quite hear you.”
You keep your gaze on the ground. It turns out this isn’t the best idea either, because there’s blood on the grass. 
Probably Valian’s. 
Yours might be next. 
You feel suddenly and violently sick, the words falling dead on the ground beside you. “I was looking for Valian.” The sentence is a confession, an admittance of a wrong you didn’t know you had committed. 
Valian’s expression changes, lifting slightly. 
The one with lightning in her eyes hisses sharply. “They were planning on intervening!” The words sound like wind in the trees. 
The leader strokes the top of Valian’s head, making them wince and try to curl in on themselves. She appears to be considering the accusation. 
“Our time is nearing an end with the traitor.” the third agent, the one with an echoing voice, crosses the ground to tower over Valian. “Should we leave them both?” The way she says it sounds like a threat. 
“But this is an unusual circumstance! The Council said if there is an unusual circumstance we should bring the traitor home.” Eyes flash like lightning in a storm. 
“Peace, Solis. You speak recklessly.” This is the first time you’ve heard the leader speak. You shudder, the hair on your arms standing on end. She glances from you to her other companion. “Keres, you wish to leave them?” 
“Our contract was with the traitor only.” Echoing words. “But, as always, I defer to your decision.” 
“Bring them to me.” 
Solis– the one with lightning eyes– pushes you forward. Before you fully realise what’s happening, there’s a boot on your back and you’re kicked to the ground. 
Terror sprouts like weeds inside your chest, and you’re choking on them. You can feel grass in between your fingers and you can see the edges of the Council agents’ cloaks. You think you can see bloodstains on the fabric. 
You’re on your hands and knees before the agents. You wish the ground would swallow you whole. You wish you had never found Valian. You wish– 
“Helect, isn’t it?” 
When you don’t look up, the leader crouches down. She tilts your head up with a single finger– a single, scorching finger. 
Her hands aren’t physically on fire, but they burn. When you try to pull away– it’s instinctive–she grabs your chin. Now there are five separate places where you’re burning. 
Pain spreads in spider-webs down your throat and face, and you didn’t think you’d cry so easily, but you’re sobbing. You know that as soon as the hand pulls away, you’ll be left with six aching marks on your skin. 
“You have a bounty on your head, Helect. You helped a traitor. You tried to intervene on official Council business.” 
You just want the burning to stop.
“I’m afraid Solis is right. We must bring you to the Council.” She stands, abruptly letting go. 
You clamp a hand over your jaw, trying to stop the leftover remnants of curling pain that remain behind. Your world is collapsing around you and all you can think of is the burning-white. 
“However, I will give you a chance to lessen your judgement.” There’s the sound of unsheathed metal and a silvery knife drops to the ground. 
You pick it up with shaking hands. “What? What am I supposed to do?” You can hardly form the words. 
That's when you notice Valian is no longer beside her. 
The corners of her mouth lift in a thin smile and she gestures to where Valian is now. They’ve been tied to a tree, forehead pressed against the trunk. Their shoulders rise and fall at a ragged pace. 
Through the gaps in the trees, early sunlight falls on them in patches. 
You stare at the blade. The burning makes it hard to think clearly. “What-- What do I do?” 
Again, that smile. Wolfish. Hard. 
It's not the leader who answers, but Solis. Her eyes burn fever-bright. “Show your fealty. Hurt the traitor or we’ll make you wish you had. All before we drag you before the Council. They won’t mind if you’re a little damaged.  And then after, we’ll make you wish you died here.” 
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wildcardrenegade · 6 months
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Fight Club at Freddys.
Hear me out okay. FNAF Au where it's fight club.
If we make The Narrator into The Night Guard, we can make Vanessa into Marla Singer. Fight Club Basement begins as the Basement to the Pizzeria, and Narrator/Jack stumbles into it when Tyler, portrayed by William Afton, introduces him to an underground anamatronic fight ring. Slowly he builds up a fight club based on betting on, or even fighting against, anamatronics.
Welcome to the new level of Coffee Shop AU
This also lets you build up the full cast, given there's like 90 fnaf animatronics, Angel Boy could be Roxanne Wolf or Glamrock Chica, for example. Introduce Meatloaf's character as Glamrock Freddie, and when he dies they chant "We are Five Nights at Freddys" The ending is about how capitalism is unstable and explodes based on exploitation as the Animatronics do the same thing as in regular Fight Club.
It also has the exact same tone, same narrative, all of it. Not once is it ever portrayed as silly or dumb, but is about the horror of mascots that've become the face of captialism and when Night Guard shoots himself at the end, only for Vanessa to come running in, it's symbolic of how he is no longer controlled by his capitalist overlords. There's no reason this wouldn't work.
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shortkingkirk · 2 months
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Nick Rye after I'm getting chased by literal cult warplanes "I'm fucking TRAPPED" like dude I know I just finished pausing writing this because they started dropping actual bombs on us while we were chatting. Sorry about you and your pregnant wife being trapped in Montana with me
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allo-frouto · 3 months
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Are you picky when it comes to choosing your men?
I am afraid I am.
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algumaideia · 7 months
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You keep calling it a target but there is someone inside it. A kid my age.
Exactly Shinji, your father is full of bullshit
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barcaracing · 1 year
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nothing makes me happier than seeing that lovely 0:3 for barca in an el clasico
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supriyawithoutsu · 1 year
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Ae vedya, bench*d bat ka grip nikal ke bat teri gamd mein ghusa dunga
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*ME SHOUTING TAAKI TUJHE MERE GHAR SE SUNAI DE*
Gaamd main bat kaise daalegi gaamd to pehle hi fatt gayi 10th main aake
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paralien · 11 months
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whenever I feel the emberassment of living slam dunking me in the face. just a real suckerpunch to the throat. I like to remind myself that the people around me have told me, and I quote, "you're very weird, but also very easy to love". I may be strange, and cringe, but the people around me say I'm very sweet, and they still invite me for dinner or ask me to watch their cat. Being a little embarrassing and weird isnt the end of the world. Because you're very sweet. And you try. And that's ok.
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