Why are people so beautiful and so fucking hard to draw

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

I don’t think most non-Jews understand how disappointed we are in the left right now. How completely abandoned we’ve become. How our contributions to progress for other groups have been erased or disavowed or hidden. How the actual tangible things that Jews have contributed to black rights and civil rights are being ignored. How we’re being told we contribute and have contributed nothing.

How we are being told that the world has been kind to us when it never has. As if my mom didn’t grow up getting called a Kike and getting beat up for being Jewish. How I thought I had friends until I caught them saying “xyz was beautiful until Jews showed up.” How people told me I was pretty “for a Jew.” How I grew up hearing stories about bombs being set off in Israel in buses and markets. How I couldn’t even go two weeks without hearing that and how nobody cared and somehow, every time that happened, the whole world became more hostile to me for some reason.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand what leftists are doing. Or why. I hate that I have to say—of course, I support a free and self determined Palestine (which I truly do)—in order for you to decide I’m worthy of care and support.

We showed up for you. All of you. And the entire movement is abandoning us at best or targeting us at worst. Celebrating our deaths. Saying we deserved it. How are we supposed to trust you ever again? How are we supposed to feel safe ever again?

A very few select people who are in my life have taken the chance to actually learn about and dismantle their own unconscious antisemitism during this time. And I’m eternally grateful for them. But most people haven’t reached out at all. Most people are still sharing hateful things that could get me hurt and they don’t care. Most people Reblogging my posts are still Jews. Because we are alone. And it sucks. You need to be as loud about antisemitism as you are about Palestine or you’re an antisemite (unless you’re Arab/Muslim/Palestinian—I totally get that these groups are also doing damage control in their own communities just like Jews are).

But we are all in tremendous pain right now.

This moment will pass. And when it does, I will remember how many people let me down. I will remember that when I needed support more than I’ve ever needed it in my life, people fucking vanished. They pretended violence against my people wasn’t happening. They ignored and rewrote the history of Israel to suit their own narratives.

You don’t know what it feels like to be hated this much for opposite things. PoC hate us for being too white. White supremacists hate us for not being white enough. Europeans hate us for being middle eastern. Middle easterners hate us for being western/European. Everyone hates us for being settlers but continually kicks us out of their countries so that we have to settle somewhere else.

I saw a post going around from a Black person who said that the reason he and his fellow black activists go protest for Palestinians instead of fighting antisemitism (as if it’s a binary, which it’s not) is that Jews don’t show up. Muslims and Palestinians do. And honestly? Fuck that guy. Heather Heyer died standing shoulder to shoulder against racism in 2017. [CORRECTION: When I first wrote this post I was under the impression that Heather Heyer was Jewish. I want to correct to avoid spreading misinfo. She was just the first (and incorrect) Jewish civil rights activist I thought of. However there are plenty of other actual Jewish civil rights activists to choose from. If you have reblogged this post from me, please feel free to add a link to the permalink version of this post with my correction to your reblog.]I have devoted substantial time and effort and money that I don’t even get paid a lot of because I don’t get paid a living wage. I have continually reached out to PoC people in my life of all religions to ask how they are doing and what I could be doing to help more—both for them personally and how they would best like me to help their community. I have elevated their voices at every opportunity. And not one person I checked in with has done the same for me or for my community.

And it’s bone chilling. It’s awful. And it’s even worse knowing that when it’s over, people will want to go back to normal. They won’t apologize. They won’t self reflect. They’ll just live their lives, maybe a little more aware of how much they hate us and completely indifferent to the harm they’ve caused us. How disposable they made us feel. And the thing is…it’s not hard for you to know. You just have to ask.

Too many people are cowards. Too many people care about looking good than actually learning something or making the world better. And to those people: you should be ashamed of yourself.

I don’t have any hate in my heart. Truly. Not a drop for any group of people. But I have a tremendous lack of trust that anyone would actually lift a finger to keep me safe.

“actually it’s perfectly ok for people to make slime toys out of the water you need to drink. why? because I might need it 20 years from now, obviously. stop being a piece of shit to people who want you to literally go without drinking water, you ugly disgusting meanie cripple!!!! you’re hurting Future Me by being mean to these people shrieking ableist horseshit at you!!!!!! help!!!! help!!!! help!!!!”

Honestly homophobic that s2 didn’t end with nick and lark making out sloppy style 🙄

Lord, give me strength. The PJO discourse has begun, and no one starting it has read the books in the last five years.

Imagine you’re an archeologist in the future going through these ancient civilisations and trying to discover the history of Pro-Heroes who fought AFO and saved the world centuries ago. Paving the way for new generations and civilisations to continue on, and build over the megaliths and ruins of the old city of Musutafu.

Most people think it’s just stories that people share with their kids about how Pro-Hero Deku and Dynamight saved the world and became the worlds greatest heroes, a fun myth that weaves into the real history. But you believe it to be true, and that’s why you’re currently excavating in some of the forgotten ruins of Musutafu.

But what you don’t expect is to find the marked grave of the once powerful hero Dynamight, who was nothing more than a story until you were in front of his epitaph. And as you read the inscription seared into the wall, you definitely don’t expect him to wake up—

making jokes about eggs is completely harmless, no one is going around and pressuring nbs in being trans women

imagine being a transmisogynistic transfem lmao

going around calling random perceived cis men “eggs” for even the most paltry and absurdly low bar examples of gender nonconformity such as DEODORANT WITH FRUIT SMELLS is not in fact the based take your ice rink smooth walnut brain thinks it is. That’s functionally indistinguishable from calling a dude “gay” for getting a fruity drink at a bar, this is not the early 2000s, gender nonconformity to any degree is not exclusive to or necessarily indicative of transgenderism. If a guy uses any shampoo different than 3n1 or has hair longer than a crew cut i bet you’d call em an egg for that too, you insipid bastard. you seem to live in a world where any deviation from 2001 era gender norms is a reliable sign of whole ass transgenderism and that’s gender essentialist radfem bullshit and i’m throttling you with my mind. Not to mention that the original post was about someone who was by all other indicators a cis guy, and you’re rolling up to my inbox calling them nonbinary over FRUIT DEODORANT. It’s fuckin weird and disrespectful to project genders onto ppl based on specific behaviors full stop!! If you’re mad bc i’m making you feel guilty for going ‘lol egg’ at strangers in anything but a private, internal capacity, then unfollow me, cope, seethe, mald, and most importantly die

ppl constantly harassing miles over tlsp3 need to get a fucking grip. we ALL want tlsp3, but getting annoyed at him for having his own career is counterproductive. it’ll happen when it happens and it’s not like he’s ever going to be able to forget about it 😭🤚

hey!! i really enjoy your content and i was thinking about your obey me cult au and i was thinking, could i write a oneshot of that au with my mc and/or canon mc? with all credits to you of course!

have a great day/night!

Oh absolutely! Really any cult can be a yandere cult so don’t think I own the trope lol but thank you for asking anyway! Absolutely you can! If you wanna share with me I’d love to give it a looksie :3

-Mommabean

right now they’re putting up fences to block off the train tracks that’re next to where i live. my roommates reaction was “that’s so unnecessary, who would even try to cross the tracks?” and my reaction was “goddamn it now i can’t cut across the tracks anymore”

Unfortunally you have been diagnosed with the rare but dangerous terminal disease know as TABIT/B (TIRF-Adjacent Baeddelist Internalized Transphobia/Bigotry). Fortunally there is available a long but efective curative threatment; To get long deep and moist daily sessions of oral by a kind and caring tboys followed before and after by edging and aftercare respectively!

bait used to be believable. you should kill yourself as soon as possible for putting this in a lesbians inbox. ill kick your teeth in.

edit: apparently new copypasta. anyway theres no hope for you, it’s not transphobic to say misogynistic trans men are bad lol

”c!tommy was being manipulative when he showed blatant ideation of self harm and was thinking about suicide in the las nevadas tntduo streams” please never talk to anyone suicidal ever actually 🥰

I’m so fucking tired of hypermobile ppl acting like my spinal cord surgery and spinal fusion and discectomy and all the complications that followed including paralysis and lifelong severe chronic pain were my fault because I “chose” to go have spinal surgery instead of going to their special wecial super good chiropractor who could’ve totally fixed me if I just believed hard enough

So I recently had a not-so-nice anon in my inbox asking why I write for desi readers when ‘barely anybody who is actually desi’ reads my works. I chose not to respond to their original ask because it has a few racist stereotypes, not to mention blatant insults.

First off, I’m sure that’s not true. I refuse to believe that on this enormous site with well over a million people there is not one desi who watched ATSV and fell in love with its characters, and wanted to see more of themselves in readers. I refuse to believe that because I know for a fact it’s not true; I’m moots with a few desi writers and let me tell you even if they don’t necessarily write fics targeted towards explicitly Indian readers, their works are still fantastic and yes, they read my desi fics. (vee silvia shoutout to u guys ily ❤️) And I’m sure that there are others, too. Maybe they don’t read my writing but I’m sure they’ve searched for a fic that has a protagonist that they can relate to, at least once.

That first part may not have made any sense but anyway — secondly, it is not my duty to have to write for everyone else. I can very well choose to write about my own culture and my own experiences if I want to. I write desi readers because in a way, ATSV helped me love my culture and my background. And now, I want to introduce other people to my experiences, and to my culture, because I think it’s beautiful. I personally LOVE reading fics with Latina (or any ethnicity at all) readers that highlight parts of their culture. I love reading about cultures that I previously wouldn’t know much about.

Anyway, to summarise this: fuck you anon I’m just gonna write more desi-centred fics 😊

hazy shade of winter – chapter 2 (harry osborn/peter parker)

He eases his body off the wall but keeps a hand propped there to support himself. Peter’s still moving around inside like a mini tornado and Harry doesn’t rush him further. He is kind of intruding, after all. He’d feel worse about it if convenience wasn’t currently a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Finally, the lock unclicks and the door swings open.

“Hello again,” Peter says a little breathlessly, a warm smile on his lips. His brown hair is thoroughly ruffled from his hasty change of clothes. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a maroon tee shirt with a cartoonish image of an atom, surrounded by the phrase, never trust an atom, they make up everything. Jesus.

Harry kind of hopes there isn’t an afterlife if it means being cursed to a second plane without him.