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I am a progressive white queer creator and here are my inclusive black characters:

- added last minute and contributes nothing to the story except being a token side character

- is straight and or cis because black people are not allowed to explore their gender or queerness

- in a interracial relationship that builds up their white love interest while the black character lacks proper writing

- disposable ex gf/bf

- the aggressive/dominant character that's loud (bonus if it's a woman)

- ambiguously brown

- a cop.

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what if instead of cheating on his wife Dionysus and his wife have just been having polyamorous relationships with people and people just assumed he cheated

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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was rewatching hxh for the 17th time and it never fails to make me laugh when I see just how fruity it can be sometimes I love this show so much

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i’m done being the bigger person 💀💀

everyone please report @/bad-daddy-trev like i genuinely cannot deal with this guy again. go fuck him up, report him, block him, dox him, idc i just want him gone

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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Delete your blog you fucking idiot

expending the libido to send this instead of sensibly blocking me means there's a 80% chance youre in love with me and you dont know what to do about it

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STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose

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English added by me :)

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Hey there buddy-

We might need pt 2 of that Tim!preg okay? (just to know see what happens and because I'm scrapping the fandom dry hunting for trans!Tim x Bernard content)

Definitely not a threat or anything xx 😊🔪

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Woah. Threats. *Eats your knife*

ANYWAYS! I think I have several but I'm gonna assume you mean the latest, and I agree, especially fanfic wise because whatchu mean there's NO Timbern baby fics besides the one where Tim aborts the baby!? I mean, valid, go off, king, loved that fic, BUT WHERE IS THE ANGST!?!? Tim would keep a baby just to punish himself because you know he's got the words most MESSED UP MIND! /overdramatic

So.

—

Tim: I was going to tell everyone.

Stephanie: When?

Tim: . . . Eventually?

Damian: You have been patrolling with a growing fetus in your womb.

Tim: Ew, don't word it like that.

Bruce: You're so young.

Tim: You adopted an eight year old when you were nineteen.

Dick: But he didn't get pregnant with me!

Duke: Still need a DNA test, all y'all look the same. Tim, you're baby better be born lookin' more like Bernard 'cause of sick of this cloning bulls#&$.

Cassandra: Why did you not tell us?

Tim: Honestly? Bear and I had bets to see when the world's greatest detectives would figure it out.

Everyone:

Tim: Congrats, Kon figured it out first.

Kon, from Kansas: :D

—

Bruce, staring at ultrasounds Tim gave him: My first grandchild...

Dick: Are... Are you good, B?

Bruce:

Alfred: Now you know how I felt when you brought home Master Dick.

Dick: You called him irresponsible and reckless before offering me cookies and an old pair of B's pajamas?

Alfred: Exactly.

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Jason: So, who's last name is she taking?

Damian: Tt, it better be Wayne. I do not plan on procreating and someone needs to continue the Wayne family name.

Tim: Nah, we're just gonna combine three last names and. Just. See how that goes.

Damian: What?

Tim: Dowd-Drake-Wayne.

Jason: That's horrible.

Tim: When they're an adult they can just choose which one they like best.

Tim: Give 'em options.

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Dick: So, how'd you decide you wanted kids?

Tim:

Tim: How'd you decide you wanted a mullet?

Dick: Understood.

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Tim: Now that the public knows I'm pregnant, it makes things a lot more hilarious.

Bruce: Tim, you washed out a bottle of bleach, filled it with sprite, and drank out of it in the middle of a gala last night!

Tim: The commissioner thought it was funny.

Bruce: You did the same thing with fruit punch and an empty bag of saline last week.

Tim: Not my fault the public is gullible.

Bruce: And three weeks ago, to get out a meeting, you spilled water on the floor and proceeded to yell "My water broke!" Before walking out the room.

Tim: You wish you were me.

—

Cassandra: How are you handling not drinking zesti or energy drinks..?

Tim, staring at the ceiling with bags under his eyes: I talked to God, he had no answers, only questions..

Cassandra:

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Tim, talking to his stomach: I swear, if you become anything like me I will personally ground you till you graduate high school.

Bernard: Tim, I joined a cult.

Tim: And I became a vigilante at thirteen years old and spent a year training alone overseas with a stranger that was also an assassin.

Bernard: . . . Hopefully our baby is nothing like either of us.

Tim: What if it's like both of us!?

Bernard: Oh gods...

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Stephanie: How's it feel being pregnant?

Tim: I understand why my Mother only did it once.

Stephanie: Same.

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Bruce: How... Do I hug you?

Tim: ??? What?

Bruce, gesturing to Tim's stomach:

Tim: Bruce. I am not gonna break.

Bruce: Hrn...

Tim, sighing heavily and hugging Bruce:

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Jason, staring at Tim's baby: Why is it small?

Tim, holding a baby girl: It's a baby human. What did you expect?

Jason: It's the side of my hand.

Tim: Yes. It is. A baby.

Stephanie: She's so cute!

Bruce: Were all my kids this small once?

Tim: Technically, I was smaller because I was born prematurely. Her name is Darla.

Bruce: T_T

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Bruce: . . .

Darla: •-•

Bruce: I am Batman.

Darla, cooing:

Bruce: Thank you for your support.

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Jason, whispering: Remember, if you ever see a clown, ya shoot 'em.

Darla, cooing and making grabby hands for Jason:

Jason: See? You got it! Oh, and never follow anyone into a warehouse, got it? Especially your parents, never know who ya can trust.

Darla, giggling:

Jason: You think this is funny!? This is life saving advice, kid.

Tim: . . . Why are you in my house?

Jason: None of your business!

Tim: You're talking to my kid!

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Bernard, sitting next to Darla on the couch: So, what's your opinion on politics?

Darla: •-•

Bernard: I know, I know, Luthor wasn't the brightest but he did do good for American school systems.

Darla, cooing:

Bernard: I hear you, but I'm just saying sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad.

Tim: Are you talking politics with our baby?

Bernard: She knows more then she's letting on, Tim! She's seen things...

Tim: She spits up and gets excited over pea and corn baby food.

Bernard: That's just her cover.

Darla: •-•

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Tim, slipping inside, in his Red Robin uniform: Hey, Darla, just here to say goodnight before I go out—

Darla, crying:

Tim: What? No, no, it's Daddy!

Bernard: I told you the cowl was stupid.

Tim, groaning, taking the cowl off: Happy?

Darla: :o

Tim: Okay, fine, I'll switch to a domino.

Darla, giggling:

Bernard: Glad we're all in favor.

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Damian: I know, it must be so disappointing, eagerly awaiting your own birth to meet that of whom you've lived in for as long as time itself has existed to you, only to realize that it was Timothy.

Darla, giggling and grabbing her feet:

Damian: It is not a laughing matter, I pity you, he doesn't even have a spleen! Honestly, I would've just moved mine out the way.

Darla, cooing:

Damian: Well, welcome to the Robins club. You will be a fine apprentice.

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I get that being frozen for 100 years is a tough thing to go through but honestly Aang should have used it for comedy more

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had a dream last night about a horror wonderland type thing about a monster escaping horror wonderland instead of someone falling into wonderland tho I guess someone did fall in at the end

this was the kind of thing that used to terrify me when I was little but now even during the dream I was treating it like a plot idea subconsciously replaying scenes and getting irritated at the monster for creating plot holes until they were fixed Sometime in the middle I was disappointed that the beginning was basic that it restarted and threw in a plot twist at the end

It almost felt like whatever part of me that was creating this nightmare was so fed up with my subconsciousness this doesnt make complete sense bc Im pretty sure that your subconsciousness is the thing that makes dreams? Idk but what I do know is that I have to draw the horrifying creature my brain created

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shaming and stirring away trans people for wanting to do hormones or having surgery (especially bottom surgery: orchi, vaginal and phallopalsty, null etc) is very much a shitty thing to do and you shouldn't control someone's elses expression with gender especially if you parrot fearomongering rhetoric towards medical transitioning that conservatives share.

likewise: i think only defining transness and trans culture as taking hormones and surgery + representing eurocentric beauty standards is also extremely damaging especially to trans people who are non white, disabled/has medical issues, fat, and are gender non conforming and don't care for passing.

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I still think Moana deserved an Oscar for this part