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Making Found Footage Pride Flags to scare the TERFs and bigots!!

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snail armour

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To be honest, I just assumed you were a rare ore of some sort.

OH.

your name is "ghost boy rave night" not "ghost boy raven ight" 😭 i have been reading it wrong for ages

lmaooo i was waiting for an ask like this bc even i accidentally read my username like that sometimes 😭

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Foxes disguised as monks. On the left from Japan and on the right from Denmark.

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Submissions will be closing in just over a day, so if you have any last minute entries, please send them in before 12am BST/7pm EST tomorrow (23rd August)!

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A Hero Once More

My name is Alesander Vran Carnstach. I am what you might call a vampire. Before that, I was a king. Before that, I was a hero. I was Turned at the age of thirty, fighting a war against the undead menace.

I won that war, but they called me a monster for bearing the curse. They came against my kingdom, armies of those I'd once called friends. They said that I was a monster, a tyrant, a thing wearing the face of a noble man.

Is that true? Perhaps it was. I had become cruel, and my justice was harsh. I fought for order above all else, and compassion became a distant memory. I like to think that my people were content, at least. They were safe; my borders were secure and my army was strong.

But I was not a kind man, and even in the best light, I cannot truthfully say that I was loved.

They killed me in the end, you know. A stake through the heart, driven by the hands of a man who'd been my brother. I remember it: the pain, the searing agony that lanced through my soul like broken glass. The feeling of loss and colourlessness as my very being ebbed from the world.

They burned my body and buried me under a great oak, and said many charms and spells to bind my spirit and will. For a vampire is not a creature that stays dead easily, and they feared I would return with a vengeance. They wove mystic guards and bindings and protections to ensure that I would never walk again.

One week ago, those protections were broken. I rose again from the grave, just as they feared, and I was full of wrath and anger and fury!

Except...

Except the world is very different now. The one I knew is gone. It has been a thousand years, and tyrants far greater than I now claim these lands. They bind the living and dead alike in chains of obedience, and they crush the will of all who dwell beneath them. They drive out hope and colour and life. Their law is as unthinking as it is absolute, and they have no empathy for any whose blood they do not share. It is a world of disparity, where only the most lucky are considered people and all others are merely tools and pawns and resources.

This should not matter to me, yet it does. I will not stand for this world. I will not partake in this existence. I could be strong here. In some ways, this is exactly what I was made for. Yet my very soul rebels. What was left of that old king shifts in discomfort and for the first time in centuries, I feel a little bit of that old fire and humanity.

Before I was a vampire or a king, I was a hero.

For this world, I shall be a hero again.

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I have literally only a few hours ago finished talking to a young trans girl who isn't even on HRT yet. Nevertheless, she tells me that one of her trans friends is seriously pressuring her to commit to bottom surgery, and another one is demanding she socially transition before she's even allowed to touch hrt.

The trans community in general has a real issue with letting people transition at their own pace and in their own way. And I get it. I really do. When it's something that important, you want to guide others through it the same way it worked for you.

But not everyone is the same. Not everyone is you. Different things work for different people. Not everyone wants bottom surgery, some people want and even need a phalloplasty. That's all okay.

We need to get better about accepting and loving one another, even when we don't fully get it. The world is big and we are small, and we'll never understand it all. But we don't need total understanding to be kind. Above all else, we should never treat each other with disgust.

I do think the wider queer and trans community (though mostly the wider cis queer community) needs to get over its disgust for penises, because all I’m seeing is trans women who are expected to feel intense shame about their bodies until they definitely 100% get every surgery possible otherwise they’re probably just faking being trans and trans men who are being mocked and shunned for getting phalloplasty because ew why the fuck would you actually WANT a penis that’s so gross why don’t you just stick with having a vagina and idk call me a dreamer but I just think if your views on trans people’s bodies are being dictated by whether or not they have the violent disgusting penetrating genitals or the pure wholesome goddess genitals then you’re like one step away from being a TERF, even if you claim to be supportive of the trans people that you personally like.

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This just in - anxious tgirl worried she's bothering her friends, but they actually LOVE her rambles!

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Just learned this absolutely delightful bit of etymology:

During the 15th century, the English had an endearing practice of granting common human names to the birds that lived among them. Virtually every bird in that era had a name, and most of them, like Will Wagtail and Philip Sparrow have been long forgotten. Polly Parrot has stuck around, and Tom Tit and Jenny Wren, personable companions of the English countryside, are names still sometimes found in children’s rhymes. Other human names, however, have been incorporated so durably into the common names that still grace birds as to almost entirely obscure their origin. The Magpie, a loquacious black and white bird with a penchant for snatching shiny objects, once bore the simple name “pie,” probably coming from its Roman name, “pica.” The English named these birds Margaret, which was then abbreviated to Maggie, and finally left at Mag Pie. The vocal, crow-like bird called Jackdaw was also once just a “daw” named “Jack.”  The English also gave their ubiquitous and beloved orange-bellied, orb-shaped, wren-sized bird a human name. The first recorded Anglo-Saxon name for the Eurasian Robin was ruddoc, meaning “little red one.” By the medieval period, its name evolved to redbreast (the more accurate term orange only entered the English language when the fruit of the same name reached Great Britain in the 16th century). The English chose the satisfyingly alliterative name Robert for the redbreast, which they then changed to the popular Tudor nickname Robin. Soon enough, the name Robin Redbreast became so identified with the bird that Redbreast was dropped because it seemed so redundant. 

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Not to mention that there is a history of people ganging up on someone without actually checking to see if the IP they got was even the right one. Like, how messed up would it be for this to happen, someone to ''find'' the IP and personal information of the offending accounts, and then as one, for the community to dedicate itself to destroying some innocent person who has nothing to do with any of this? Can't happen, you say? it's happened before. Multiple times. On this very site.

hey to the anon who sent me doxxing info on @/truthsoftransandros i’m not gonna post that or do anything with it. i don’t want anyone to be doxxed, that’s why i’m advocating so hard to get this blog taken down as soon as possible. don’t send shit like that to me please, regardless of if it’s real or not.

block, report them and move on.

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God it is fucking disgusting that the main targets of that blog are non-white people who have now been chased off the fucking site. Like you’re not fucking slick. Transandrophobia and racism go hand in fucking hand, and don’t you ever tell me again that transandrophobes aren’t fucking dangerous.

Look at this shit. White people have been making posts recently about how tumblr chased off its poc userbase, well you better fucking stand up and speak out about this now, because they’re still fucking doing it.

I’m pretty much the only white person they named, and they got my name wrong. I’m the only one who got off lightly. That hasn’t escaped my notice. A fucking teenager from the global south was doxxed just for posting about their oppression, and had to deactivate because of it. What the fuck is wrong with this place. This is incredibly shameful and I hope it’s not fucking forgotten about any time soon.

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We'd fought the demons before. Of course we had. The Mage Wars, the Great Incursion, and finally, that most bleak and brutal conflict, the Bloody Decade. We'd fought them with magic and blade and brutal, desperate tactics. When those failed, we'd fought them with stubborn determination and refusal to die.

Each time, we drove them back, though it cost us dearly. We died in droves, our legions devastated. Yet still, we fought. We were a Shield Kingdom, the rest of the world said. It was our duty. It was why we had been founded. We existed to fight the demons, to spare the world their evil.

And we did.

We fought them with all our strength and our might and all of our magic, and our resources, and we bled ourselves dry just to keep up! Imagine that! They were magical, powerful beings! Each one of them as strong as a full grown knight and we kept up! We beat them! Every time! No matter how desperate, no matter how dire! No matter how we had to gut ourselves, to sacrifice ourselves one city at a time just to do it!

In the end, there was almost nothing left of us. We were a battered, broken nation. The demons were beaten, yes, but we had been used up utterly and completely. So we turned to the rest of the world and it patted us on the head, and it called us heroes, and it ignored our suffering. We fought for them, but they gave us nothing. Our people starved in the streets, our few remaining paladins found themselves rebuffed from their own orders. We were a tool, and one that had now reached the end of its useful life.

That was when the demons came again. A vast army; the greatest we'd seen yet. They must have pulled everything together for this, but we weren't surprised. Demons were spiteful and they'd scented our weakness. It was time for revenge. Abandoned and alone, we'd never beat them this time.

But we resolved to try. We met them on the field of battle, outside the broken walls of our capital. Their host was endless, their ranks swarmed like black-shelled insects. And as our armies met, they parted their lines and forth came Ah-Shaka, the Demon King himself.

It was the first time I'd seen him in the flesh. he was as tall as two men, with skin that was black like coal, and like coal, flickered with dancing, fiery embers. He was bald, with curled horns, and great, ragged wings. I thought him a beast at first, but then he spoke, and his tone was refined.

We were ready for a declaration of war, or a demand for surrender. We were not ready for Ah-Shaka to drop to one knee and offer a gesture of peace.

"We have fought you," his voice boomed across our ranks. "And you have stymied us. Again and again. You are mortal, but by will and determination alone, you defy us. Yet your friends turn from you and will not hear your pleas. Your people suffer and die, and though, they have suffered at our hands too, we at least are your enemies. Such is expected of us."

He rose, then. His great voice carried through the air, to every city and town and burned out village in our lands.

"No more! If your friends have turned against you, then we will be your friends. I will not have my most magnificent and worthy foes face their end in this manner. You are brave, and bravery demands recognition! So from this day forth, our war is over and if the very world turns against you, as it once did us? We will stand at your side as brothers."

And as his voice gave way to silence and shock and surprise rippled through our ranks like water dancing through a pool, I remembered the old writings. The old words, the old legends that we'd all since discarded.

Even demons had been angels once.

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AI industry groups are urging an appeals court to block what they say is the largest copyright class action ever certified. They’ve warned that a single lawsuit raised by three authors over Anthropic’s AI training now threatens to “financially ruin” the entire AI industry if up to 7 million claimants end up joining the litigation and forcing a settlement.

well…darn

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Reminder for new followers (I will be adding this into my pinned post eventually) but I am running an online transmasc zine over on my side blog @tboy-mag and submissions are currently open for Issue #2!

If anyone is interested in submitting, feel free to head on over there and check the pinned post for guidelines (there’s not that many tbh you can pretty much submit whatever you want).

Click here if you wanna check out Issue #1!

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The second you stary to deprive ''evil'' people of the right to defend themselves is the moment you make it so that tyrants are encouraged to cast anyone who opposes them as evil people, even more than they already do. Quite apart from the fact that everyone deserves to have some means of defence and to speak before being condemned, the defences we give to others may one day be the ones we ourselves rely upon.

Do not assume just because you are innocent that the world will always see you as that. There are many sad stories of people who thought that and were wrong.

man the public defender discourse pisses me off so bad. yeah. yeah I do think that every single person deserves representation. yeah that includes people who *have* committed rape and murder and abuse. when I say every single person I mean every single person. if your idea of justice excludes one person it excludes everyone. next question