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Fursona Refsheet

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Thinking about all the posts about people feeling unsafe in queer spaces and coming to the conclusion that unless you are a white gender-comforming cis gay man you are probably going to feel unsafe in queer spaces in some way.

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Shoutout to queers in the global south for having to face discrimination from our own people while also being tokenized by white colonizers to exploit our communies and our land.

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Look I hate the US as much as the next guy but you have to admit, hamburgers are a pretty great invention. 10/10 glad you guys came up with that shit it's awesome.

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The sheer number of communists saying being trans is an invention of capitalism and being gay is bourgeoise culture will never cease to amaze me.

And by amaze me I mean depress me at the sheer lack of interseccional analysis and the pervasiveness of reactionary ideas of gender and sexuality in militant leftist spaces.

Liberal capitalism co-opting and comodifying our identities is NOT THE SAME THING as "queerness being a capitalist ploy to sell hormones to children." You sound like a conservative conspiracy theorist. Get your shit together.

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When my brother was a kid, dad took him on a hike at night, and at the top of the hill, pointing at the stars, he told him:

"You are a bright young man, full of life and full of passion, and you can do anything you set your mind to. There world is bigger than you could ever imagine. You belong in it. You belong with the greats."

Then he gave him a box, and in the box ther was a camera. A cheap thing, yet more expensive than anything else we owned. My brother wanted to be a filmmaker.

Back then, we thought was going to stay home, this time for real. He had told us he was done working abroad. That he wanted to spend time with his family and see his children grow up. But I think he must've know, somehow, what would happen to him next. He could sense the shadow. This was his way of saying farewell.

(I have been told that when they came home, my dad made sure to give me a gift too: a large set of art supplies, with colored pencils and water colors and markers and crayons. I remember loving the set. I don't remember by dad giving it to me. I don't remember much of him at all).

The shadow swallowed him not long after.

A few years after my brother graduated highschool, he told me he had decided he would leave town. That he had gotten the chance of a lifetime, and bussiness opportunity up north he could not miss. He had gotten a job offer in California, that he was going to follow our father's footsteps and pursue the American Dream. He would work hard and make it big in the land of the free. He was going to be the next Iñárritu.

I told him it was a bad idea. That the tales dad told us as children weren't really true, that he made them up so we would feel better about his absence. That there was no American Dream, just endless rows of blueberries to pick out and sort by size. That if he got lucky he would end up working on Hollywood, mowing some rich guy's lawn and tending to his flowerbeds.

(If he didn't get deported, that was. He was going to irse de mojado, wetback, because we couldn't afford the trip to himself a proper visa. He was doing it the old school way, like our grandfather when he was his age, and the laws weren't as harsh.)

He was older than me. He should've known better. But the allure of the dream was too great to evade. Our world was chaotic and unfair, but he thought that the world out there didn't have to be this way. That there were places where things worked as they were meant to, and life made narrative sense. The world where films were set, where effort led to success, good deeds were rewarded, and people didn't get swallowed by shadows.

He didn't listen to me. We fought. He brought up our dad, and their hike, and the stars, and the speech about ambition and believing in himself, and he told me I was disrespecting our father, and that this was what he would've wanted. That I shouldn't speak on things I couldn't even remember. He made me cry. He made himself cry.

(I didn't want my big brother to leave. I wanted him to be there for me for my 15nth birthday. We couldn't afford a big party, but it would've meant a lot to me, if I had gotten the chance to waltz with him, now that dad wasn't here to do it.)

The day my brother left, he told me he would call every day to make sure me and mom were okay. He even gifted me his old Nokia, the first thing he had bought with his own money, so we could keep in touch. He would send us money each month to make up for his absence, and he would come visit as soon as he could. He hugged us tight before taking the van that would take him to the van that would take him to another van that would take him across the border.

I knew I wouldn't see him again.

Our side of the family came from a long line of witches, and I too had been born with the gift. Just like my father before me, I knew exactly what would happen.

We said our goodbyes. There was nothing I could do to stop him. It was too late for us. Everything was poisoned.

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Having headmates is insane because they will say something like "Frisk Undertale is Che Guevara" and you have complete access to their thought process but the conclusion is just so bafflingly out there you can't endorse it

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Literature™ is when you tell the story of some severely fucked up guy (author self-insert) in the most convoluted way you can think of (if reading it didn't feel like you wrestled a bear, was it even worth reading?) and I love it.

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I wonder what is Toby Fox's favorite holiday.

Guess we'll never know.

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If Harry Potter fans want to keep enjoying Harry Potter ethicallh they should commit a death of the author in the real world. You can't fund bigotry from the grave now can you.

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It doesn't even stop you from being classist. It's *that bad.*

Being a socialist doesn't stop you from being misogynistic. Or racist. Or antisemitic. Or islamophobic. Or ableist. Or homophobic. Or transphobic. Or a fucking asshole. Please internalize this.

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Being a socialist doesn't stop you from being misogynistic. Or racist. Or antisemitic. Or islamophobic. Or ableist. Or homophobic. Or transphobic. Or a fucking asshole. Please internalize this.

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no puedo creer que en estos tiempos me ponga del lado de un panista pero si claudia no se pone las pilas de una vez y por una vez en la historia defiende los derechos humanos de los mexicanos y de nuestros hermanos latinoamericanos frente a las violaciones llevadas a cabo por nuestro propio gobierno y el de estados unidos vamos a terminar sometidos a una intervención militar y el hecho de que la señora no se de cuenta de lo serio que es el asunto y que siga poniéndose de rodillas frente al imperio angloamericano a pesar de llamarse a si misma de izquierdas es una vergüenza

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Hey gays if you wanna commission me for my birthday that'd be nice (I need money please give me work)

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Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

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Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

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Reminding everyone that the first American pope was Francisco because America is a continent and we should fucking reclaim that