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Being ace and hot is a nightmare sometimes, I met this guy in my neighborhood, we live literally 200m away from each other, he's funny and witty and a genuine delight to talk to, and YESTERDAY he makes it clear he's flirting so now I'm trying to figure out how to turn him down and also throw my single friends at him because he really is a great catch, but I don't eat fish so he's wasted on me.

So now I have to figure out how to say 'I think, based on your tastes, I have some girlfriends you might like and they'd love to take you home, doggy walking same time next week?' in human speak.

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Because I feel like kids of color don’t hear it enough: domestic abuse is not a part of your culture. 

A lot of us were raised with the idea that “its normal for wives/children to get hit! it helps them learn– only white folk don’t get beaten when they misbehave”. That’s not true, white people aren’t the only ones who deserve a safe and abuse free environment. Black and brown people can and do have loving families. 

If you’re in a situation where you are enduring abuse and people use your culture to justify it, I want you to know that what they’re telling you are lies.

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Crisis, Part 5d

Instead of yelling or scolding or anything else embarrassing in front of Bernard, Tim just gives him the all clear hand signal and says casually, “We’ll need to get that scheduled soon.” He picks up his plate and heads back over to the couch. “Or at the very least, an updated baseline for your vitals.”

Figuring that Tim just didn’t want his drunk softie of a boyfriend to see him being a hardass jerk, Kon takes the exit and goes to get pizza for himself, and probably Bernard, considering. “Yay, lab day. Can’t wait,” he cheers to himself under his breath.

Bernard makes a small sound like he’s just seen a box of kittens getting rained on. “But you don’t like labs,” he protests quietly, like maybe this is a secret only they know.

Kon has to pause for a surprise brain reboot, because - he never actually told Bernard that. Like, yeah, it was one of his limits, but lots of people have limits that are just things they don’t like, not things that are, like, trauma based or whatever. So, Bernard, like, thought about it or something, figured out that it was related to his creation maybe, and just realized that it’s more of a real-life phobia than a bedroom preference.

“No, I don’t,” is all he says, though.

“But Tim’s gonna make you anyway?”

Kon hums and makes another eh gesture while grabbing two plates and TTK-balancing them on one hand. He technically could use the other hand probably, but that would mean moving it from the space between Bernard’s shoulder blades, which is a really comfy spot for that hand, for some reason. 

“I don’t think Tim is making me, if that helps,” he comments in a slightly lower voice. He isn’t sure why, but he kind of wants this conversation to be just between them. “He’d probably do anything to keep me out of a lab for the rest of my life. But it’s Robin’s job to know what we can do, how we can be used in the field.”

Bernard scowls and raises a hand to turn his face toward him, which wouldn’t work, obviously, except that Kon lets him. “You’re not a thing to be used,” he says, sounding still pretty drunk, but a lot clearer, like he’s trying hard to make sure the words come out right.

It’s– There’s something about that response that makes him feel warm inside. Something in the way that Bernard could tell labs were a real thing, not just a bedroom thing, but still gets that being used is a bedroom thing and is defending him, sorta, from being treated that way as a real thing. He likes being useful in general, obviously, but just with a little more humanity or agency or whatever out in the real world.

“I was engineered, created, and trained as a thing to be used,” he points out. Bernard looks so heartbroken at that that he finds himself backpedaling. “Look, I’m…weird. I wasn’t done cooking when they poured me out, so things keep changing. Rob likes to stay on top of it. You know how he feels about variables.” He winks a little, then asks what kind of pizza Bernard wants.

As he fills two plates, he realizes that he isn’t sure what all he’s allowed to tell Bernard, actually. It’s never really been his call to share the confidential details of his creation or capabilities, even though he’s pretty sure he’d trust Bernard with every goddamn detail in Cadmus’ files on him. Then again, mind control and telepathy are things, so that’s probably why his dumb ass isn’t the one making those calls about his info.

“Maybe you should get a talisman,” Bernard muses, “so the lab doesn’t feel so scary?”

“Eh, Rob’s lab isn’t too scary. Definitely not the worst one I’ve been in.” He tries not to think too much about all the labs he’s been in, or that the scariest parts of them were usually the people and what they wanted with him.

“Sometimes, when I get triggered, having a comfort thing helps.” Bernard fishes a small gold necklace out of the neck of the shirt he’s wearing to show Kon the little “T” pendant. “So I don’t forget when I’m in a bad place that Tim is gonna be there on th’other side.”

Kon feels his heart skip a beat and his stomach drop and his jaw ache all at once with the thrum of longing that goes through him at the thought of having something even a little bit like that. Someone like that, maybe. He knows that Tim has a matching necklace that he wears. Calls it his lucky charm. 

He has a brief flashed mental image of a gold “K” dangling from a chain, of someone remembering him as someone who’ll be… who’ll be waiting on the other side of something bad, like shelter from a storm. Like he’s somewhere comfy or safe or nice to be, maybe.

“D'you at least get a sticker after?”

“A sticker?”

“Yeah,” Bernard says earnestly. “When I was little, my doctor always gave me a sticker when I was a big brave boy and got my shots. So you should get a sticker after lab days for being a big brave boy.”

Kon is…not sure what to do with the phrase big brave boy, but he appreciates the sentiment behind the suggestion. Not that he’d have any idea what to do with a sticker, but. It’s just a nice thing for Bernard to think of, is all.

“Nah, I don’t think Robin’s much of a stickers guy, honestly.”

“Don’ worry, I love stickers. I have a huge collection at home. I’ll make sure he brings you one next time.”

“You’re a very sweet guy, you know that?” Before he can think too hard about it, Kon turns to drop a cute little kiss on Bernard’s cute little forehead, earning him a cute little smile.

He knows Bernard is drunk, and isn’t even sure if he’ll remember this later, and definitely doesn’t expect him to actually follow through on bringing him a sticker, either way. But he seems so certain that what would make it easier to face this phobia is a sticker, that Kon can’t help thinking that a sticker might, in fact, make it easier to face this phobia. A sticker that Bernard would give to him, anyway.

“Tim says I’m a menace.” Kon thinks of the mouth on the guy in the right context and–

I don’t want you to last, I want you to get carried away and fucking come inside your boy like he fucking deserves.

–yeah, he can’t disagree with Tim on that at all.

“You can be both things. Every supervillain needs an unassuming alter-ego.” 

Kon carries two plates, two drinks, and one adorable drunk to the couch for dinner.

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Please please please bring the “damn I’m on some waffle shit, check my doughy pockets” over here in a tumblr variant I beg of you please

here ya go 👌

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title of this is just ‘lesbian sex’

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Sapphics who don't like fat girls are so weird to me. You're supposed to like girl. Why wouldn't you want more girl per girl

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Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments

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lol hab grad einen Ad von HelloFresh bekommen, der Text und die Stimme waren beide KI generiert? Also bei mir haben die erreicht was sie wollten, das bleibt bei mir (wenn auch negativ) hängen. Trotzdem ne Peinlichkeit bei ner Marke, die an gutbetuchte Haushalte catern will.

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this is so niche but I believe I've just peaked

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"Your face is a combination of the faces of thousands of people who fell in love-"

Not me! Both of my parents just settled for whatever was the least ugly thing with low enough standards.

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After consideration of ancient Greek views, we move to the Enlightenment, and see how views of skin colour differed, and how theorists misappropriated Greece.

First, we look to notions of ‘Whiteness’ as beautiful and denoting normalcy, as a matter of science. Following this, we consider the longevity of ‘savage’ imagery surrounding Ethiopia and see how Enlightenment accounts of ‘savagery’ contain colour prejudices absent from ancient accounts.

Finally, we move to the twenty-first century and see that the use of antiquity to justify white supremacy is still an issue, by examining the invocation of Greece on White Supremacist websites.

Skin Colour in Ancient Greece: The Insertion of a Non-Existent Colour Prejudice into Antiquity- Maya Aziz

MAYA AZIZ, FOR THE FUCKING WIN! 😊 Where are all the people who act like Greeks wouldn't have come into contact with or *gasp* maybe even had positive relationships with Black people, bring them to the floor! The people who think their modern day racism (hell, even the Enlightenment's orientalist racism) isn't having an effect on their understanding of the Classical, come on down!