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So sorry to keep twitter posting but this had me dead

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I am making so many “hey mutuals!” posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.

I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -

For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.

Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see y’all reblogging this

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here’s a funny thing i made, a silly haha if you will

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Whenever I do worldbuilding I try to keep this image in mind

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I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff

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Of course We're friends in every universe. Except the one where Big Bird died in the challenger disaster. We're lovers in that one 👍

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what the fuck tumblr.

I know I'm skinny as fuck but still.

A picture showing off someone's favorite shirt? THEY ARE SHOWING OFF CLOTHES!

A person holding up a picture they painted? SHOWING OFF ART!

WHY IS THIS SHIT CONSIDERED 'ACTIVELY PROMOTING DISORDERED EATING'!?

Like I'm glad they are acknowledging eating disorders that aren't characterized by loss of weight, but at this point I don't even think they look at posts that get reported.

Posts with nothing sexual? Well you showed something that vaguely has the same color as skin so its sexual.

Posts with nothing to do with diet or eating? Well you showed someone that is one pound heavier than what we accept so that's extreme overeating.

And on the topic of whether or not they care about eating disorders; THEY DON'T BECAUSE I JUST LOVE (THIS WORD IS SAID WITH ALL THE SARCASM) THAT EVERY OTHER POST I FIND IS PROMOTING PEOPLE WEIGHING LESS THAN A POUND.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. TUMBLR.

We need to talk about tumblr's systematic fatphobia.

Posts of fat people are being marked as "sexual content" even more frequently than they used to, but now we have this fun little addition as brought to my attention by a friend;

That's right. Not just blatant kink-shaming, but now, if you make posts about or with fat people, you can now be flagged as "promoting disordered eating"! Multiple completely innocent posts of fat people literally just existing in their own bodies have already been flagged this way.

Raise hell about it. Reblog and share fat content more than ever. Don't let this shitty website tell you that your bodies are "wrong" or that you aren't allowed to exist publicly.

Tumblr staff, if you care about eating disorders (you fucking don't), stop promoting this sense of shame and fear and disgust towards the idea of weight gain. Stop shaming and censoring people for posting about their own bodies and experiences. Fatphobia kills. Fatphobia causes disordered eating. Fatphobia is the disease you should be worried about.

This has also been disproportionately affecting fat trans people, because of course it has.

Don't stop talking about it. Don't let this bullshit ceo silence you.

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(This is my first time writing Hanahaki Disease, please be nice.)

Stone had one hand covering his mouth while his other googled purple flowers. Aha! That looked like the flowers he had; Irises! They meant...wisdom? Well, Ivo was a smart man.

"STONE! Where is my latte!?"

"Coming sir!"

Stone set the austrian goat milk to steam while he cleaned up the flowers and blood.

"Sir? I have something to tell you."

"Latte first!"

"Of course sir." Stone sat the latte down with a smile. Ivo grabbed it and took a sip, savoring the flavor and warmth.

"Doctor...you should know. I have Hanahaki." Ivo choked on his latte...or maybe it was the peony in his throat? His loyal assistant was DYING!? That was unacceptable! Yes, he may have Hanahaki himself because he was in love with his agent but there was no way his agent loved him back! He cannot have his agent die on him!

"Hah! Lame. You have two options; Get over them and stop dying, or you woo them and stop dying."

"I...I can't exactly do that sir. I...I'm in love with you."

"W-ha? Fine! Seduce me. That is an order."

That was three weeks ago. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge that they haven't coughed up a single petal since.

It's already requited, they're just stupid

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I know this is a full comic but...have a little fic.

Stone was hurt was all that was going through Robotnik's head. His agent couldn't even walk!

"STONE, YOU IDIOT!" Robotnik yelled, already dragging Stone to safety.

"YOU ARE NO USE TO ME HURT!" Despite how angry he sounded, Robotnik was scared. And angry, but not at Stone. He could never be angry at Stone, he loved him too much for that. He was already planning Stone's recovery. He'd get casts on his legs, Robotnik would help him do everything, and all it would cost Robotnik is a few weeks without his lattes.

"No...use?" Stone croaked out, causing Robotnik to stop.

"Yes! You are of no use in this state!"

"Then...leave me here doctor...I'll...I'll just find you when I'm useful again..." Robotnik couldn't believe what he was hearing! This was unacceptable! He hoisted Stone up more into his arms, practically hugging him.

"Shut up!"

"S-sir?"

"That's not how this works anymore!"

"Oh..."

"I am taking you back to the lab. You'll recover there. You are too valuable of an asset for me to leave you."

"Mm...love you too..."

No use

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*Scampers in on all fours and shakes the drawing with my teeth like a dog* /pos This is one is a prequel, oooo!

"Warden Ingo, how do you get hurt this often?" Calaba chastised.

"My apologies, Warden Calaba." Ingo winced slightly, partly from the medicine Calaba was rubbing into his wound, partly from being called Ingo. He didn't understand why it stung so bad, it was his name! The only thing he could remember when he first came to Hisui. Perhaps it was the sting of lost memories?

"Warden Ingo, is something else troubling- Oh thank Sinnoh were alone. I hate that people get upset when we, Wardens ourselves, do not refer to others as Warden."

"Yes, it is very annoying. But...Calaba, do you ever feel...like your name isn't your own?"

"Hmm..personally, no. I have always been Calaba and will always be Calaba. I have met others who did however."

"And what did they do to remedy this feeling?"

"Simple. They changed their names."

"But...Ingo is the only thing I have as a memory to my old self."

"That isn't true. You have physical memories. Your...odd manor of dress for one. Changing your name won't destroy your old self, it will only bridge a gap between the past and the present, making way for the future."

"For a Pearl Clan member, you do have wisdom that one would expect from the Diamond Clan."

"In my old age, you learn to appreciate both while still keeping a preference."

"Hmm...a name for my current self...that is a hard decision."

"Well. Call it a hunch but...are you sure you're a man?"

"What? Calaba, what is the meaning of this question?"

"Well...almost everyone I've met that changed their name, didn't stay with All Mighty Sinnoh gave them. If Sinnoh made us in his image, then he can make mistakes just like we can."

"I...I will think about it Calaba. Thank you for your time." As Ingo got up to leave, Calaba stopped him.

"One more thing before you leave Warden, stop trying to help wild pokemon. I know you feel bad for them, but please. I can't keep making the trek all the way here."

Ingo sat in his cabin, a sneasel kit in his lap. Was Calaba right? The more he thought about it, the more true it seemed. Men are supposed to like girls but he's always nervous when he shows interest in women, he both loves and dreads the idea of having hair like Melli, and the only men's clothes he has interest in are the clothes he came with and his unisex clan uniform. He needed to test the theory but who would be accepting enough to do so? Calaba would but that would mean travelling all the way back to the settlement or to her lands. Melli might but he's very self-centered. Maybe that travelling merchant would? If he laughed at him, Ingo could just avoid him forever, using different gingko guild members instead. With a plan set, Ingo, still carrying Matcha the sneasel named after his blue-green fur color, left his home for a particular blond merchant.

"Ah! It's a nice day to see you, Warden Ingo! And I see you have one of Lady Sneasler's young with you." Volo greeted with a smile for Ingo and chin scritches for Matcha.

"Hello to you, Mister Volo. Now, I have a request for you. Would you be willing to assist me in it?"

"Well, that certainly depends! What is it?"

"W-well, Warden Calaba suggest that...Sinnoh may have...made a mistake with me and I just need you to refer to me in a different way..."

"Oh I see, Warden Ingo wants me to refer to her as a lady to prove whether or not Sinnoh made a mistake when creating her."

"T-that is all I need! T-thank you Mister Volo!" Ingo ran all the way back to his? Her? Cabin and slammed the door behind them.

"Oh dragons..."

Psst. How would you feel if I wrote a fanfic about Myrtle?

YOU WOULD INHERIT THE BIRTHRIGHTS OF MY FIRST-BORN SON

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Ah! That's such a cute visual for the story :) Here. Enjoy another one. Warning; She does get mis-gendered again but by someone who doesn't know

"Emmet, I don't think this is a good idea."

After Myrtle was dragged on a shopping trip by Emmet because quote 'you need girl clothes now!', Emmet insisted on telling their grandfather Drayden.

"Nonsense! He loves us! He'll understand...hopefully."

As Emmet knocked on the door to Drayden's house, Myrtle smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles in her skirt. She ended up going with a very modest outfit; a nice comfy cream colored sweater, a soft ankle-length pastel pink skirt, and stylish black flats.

"Oh! Boys, I wasn't expecting you." Their grandfather opened the door with a wide smile.

"Come in, come in!"

As the twins walked past him, he noticed what Myrtle was wearing. He remembered her mentioning the clothing she wore in Hisui were comforting, maybe this was clothing reminiscent of that to help her adjust? Most of his time with them was through phone calls. No matter! He would be a good grandfather and make her feel comfortable!

"Ingo, that skirt looks nice on you."

"Oh! Um, thanks gramps...um...well, we came by to tell you something. I-" Myrtle was cut off by Emmet presenting her to Drayden.

"Behold! A granddaughter."

Drayden, while surprised, couldn't help but chuckle at Emmet's theatrics. It reminded him of when the two were little and he would babysit them. Drayden turned to Myrtle.

"Is your brother correct?"

"Um...y-yes sir."

Drayden nodded thoughtfully.

"Two grandsons and two granddaughters. An equal amount. It brings good luck to a family. Now tell me, what is my granddaughter's name? I doubt it's 'Ingo'."

"Oh! Um...M-myrtle. Myrtle, sir."

"Myrtle? That's my mother's name. Heh. First, you were named after a great-grandfather and now, a great-grandmother. Fitting. You would have liked her."

I made up the equal grandkids meaning good luck, I just feel like Drayden would believe those kinds of things ya know?

Psst. How would you feel if I wrote a fanfic about Myrtle?

YOU WOULD INHERIT THE BIRTHRIGHTS OF MY FIRST-BORN SON

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WARNING: Myrtle gets deadnamed once by someone who doesn't know she's trans yet.

Myrtle was finally returning home after years in Hisui. The only problem? Everyone who knows her here knows her as Ingo.

“INGO! I missed you so much!” Emmet held Myrtle tightly. Myrtle gently patted Emmet’s back.

“I’m glad I’m back too.” She can wait until Emmet adapted to her being back to come out.

That was three months ago. In that time, she had gotten distracted by meeting people, doctor’s appointments, and legally proving that she was alive. Myrtle sighed, running a hand through her long, loose hair.

“Why are these papers so convoluted!?”

“I am Emmet. What’s wrong?” Emmet asked, concerned.

“Just…paperwork.”

“Hmm. Let’s take a break! I have been meaning to cut your hair, yup yup!” Myrtle cringed at that. She knew that, at first, the long hair was a sensory nightmare but she has since grown used to it. With all the similarities the twins still share, she can only assume Emmet is the same.

“I actually quite like my long hair.”

“Y-you…do? W-well! That’s ok! Men can have long hair too.”

Myrtle gave her brother a strained smile.

“Emmet…How…how attached to us being a two-car train are you?”

“I…As much as I like the idea of being a two-car train, you being happy is much more important, yup yup!”

“...I’m a girl.” Myrtle said, ripping the bandaid off. Emmet stared at her before…laughing?

“W-what are you laughing at!?”

“S-sorry it’s just…it’s so obvious in hindsight! How did I never think about this possibility?”

“I…oh my dragons…”

“BUT! I have a sister!!! What’s my sister’s name??”

“I chose the name Myrtle. I quite enjoy it.”

“Myrtle. It’s…fitting. I like it. I love my sister, Myrtle!”

So how are we doing the payment method? Are we married? Am I adopting it? Do I have to pick it up or will you bring it to me?

For someone who personally headcanons Ingo as transmasc, I am in love with Myrtle and may or may not have two more fic ideas in store.

Psst. How would you feel if I wrote a fanfic about Myrtle?

YOU WOULD INHERIT THE BIRTHRIGHTS OF MY FIRST-BORN SON

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Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

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GUYS GO WATCH THIS

I know, I know, we all saw this scene but now we can ANALYZE it. Rama and Larry's dance is sooo cute. Rama is just wiggling half the time, Larry is a dork, when Rama starts to wobble walking across the edge of ramp Larry runs over and helps him, Rama grabbing Larry's head to kiss him, the little 'come here' finger, Larry starting off upset that he has to do this but so into it at the end, Rama being into it from the start. This song is just so cute.

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"I'm sorry but you need to know MATH."

You teach at a magic school, but you do not teach any magic. In fact, you are not even a mage. Yet your classes are among the few that every student has to take, no matter what kind of magic they are studying.

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WHERE IS THE SPOOKY JUNE POST!?

It is the middle of JUNE! WHERE are my SPOOKY SKELETONS!?