>the goblin leaps to attack!

>the goblin misses!

>the goblin has scraped his little knee!

>oh, his little knee!

>oh, his little knee!

The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.

Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”

:(

@funshape

Note: I am by no means a professional in health or otherwise. This is personal experience. I made this as a metaphor to help my parents understand me better.

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

oh you hate musicals? oh so youre allergic to all fun and whimsy then? youre against all joy and giddiness brought in front of you huh? you just hate any and all happiness and silly times dont you?

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

that’s either someone cosplaying as “Javert but in modern day” for a goof or someone who needs to touch grass.

…Javert, is that you?

I remember taking a Human Sexuality Class, where a lot of the students thought it was going to be Sex Ed 2.0 because we saw the syllabus have topics like porn, cultural importance of procreation, and other things that had my peers giggling and expectant.

Only for our teacher to actually teach us consent and how it can go beyond the bedroom/dating, that there are different categories of rape and how the victim/survivor is never at fault, we studied serial predators and read up on how they viewed themselves as not committing actual traumatizing crimes to people/that they truly found themselves innocent after hurting others intentionally, we learned how mechanical and unsexy it is to film porn, that some porn stars are athletes with all the stamina they have, studied porn addictions and how they can rewire the brain with the visuals, we focused on how every sexuality queer or not had to fight for their sexual rights to be humanized (are still fighting to this day), we learned how promiscuity wasn't that big of a deal in ancient times with women and how it didn't "devalue" the woman, we learned about boundaries and how to uphold them, and learned how to make sex less of a taboo so more people can feel comfortable being tested for STDs/STIs on our campus and feel comfortable in their desires and body, we learned that reading erotica is very different from watching it and that they showed porn movies in the movie theaters completed with a strip show or sex show in between film showings.

It was all so informative deconstructing every stigma and myth about sex and by the end of it, most people came out with a new perspective on how they treated sex and shame and factual evidence. It was really teaching us personhood, about honoring your bodily autonomy, and that you can always change your mind even after you said "yes" and your partner should respect your decision. It saddened me that this class was only an elective and not mandatory. A lot of repressed people I took it with felt more confident in their own skin that semester.

Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes

Should I break up with my roommate? We’re not dating or anything but the friendship is getting a little homoerotic and I’m scared of intimacy

Get more homoerotic

Jewish queers? Top tier. That’s all.

*lying in bed kicking my feet and staring dreamily into the distance* absolutely love the trope where a character is doing a double cross or is undercover or secretly betraying the protagonist(s) in some other way & they start to have Misgivings about their traitorous role & maybe those misgivings grow into ever greater doubts and they're working up the courage to come clean & then something or someone else reveals their betrayal before they can, shattering whatever might have been salvaged of the situation and plunging everyone involved into an inescapable tragedy <3

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.