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UNDERTALE is finally here.

In this jRPG, you don’t have to kill anyone. Instead, you can make friends with your enemies.

About 5-6 hours long. No grinding. No fetch quests. With random encounters that will make you smile instead of screaming. And the soundtrack contains 70+ tracks worth of music by “Toby Fox” of Homestuck fame.

Please check it out. http://undertale.com

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"This judgment means that trans men can be excluded from men’s single-sex spaces. But there may also be cases where they are excluded from women’s spaces too, despite being considered women under the ruling."

This is the first article I've come across about the new gender ruling in the UK that explains what this means for trans men specifically. Not just details it, but merely MENTIONS how this affects trans men at all. And that's quite telling, isn't it?

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why would you ever outsource fun to chatgpt? are you stupid? you can make mediocre shit by yourself too.

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Genuinely the blanket refusal for anyone to consider the existence to trans mascs/men, nonbinary people, and intersex people in the reproductive rights conversation is starting to piss me the fuck off. "Oh you never hear of a man going to the ER and people having to appeal to a council of men to save their life" just SAY you don't give a fuck about trans men, holy shit. They are seen as defective women by society and have to deal with misogyny AND transphobia when accessing reproductive healthcare, stop acting like they straight up don't even exist.

Also cis men DO have to deal with this shit. Disabled men have a history of facing eugenics and having their right to have kids stripped of them, and they ABSOLUTELY have to beg insurance and hospitals to save their lives. Did y'all forget about that disabled man who was left to die by a hospital during the start of the covid pandemic because his life "wasn't worth saving" like?? Disabled people legit had to constantly worry that if they got covid a hospital would just let them die, I was PETRIFIED of getting sick because of this. I remember spending hours reading the guidelines hospitals were following to decide who was worth saving and shaking and crying in fear because the system was straight up saying to my face that both I and people like me simply dont have lives that are worth saving. Right now disabled men in Canada are being forced to kill themselves because killing them is easier than helping them, y'all remember that?? You know fat men face systemic fatphobia that kills them when doctors refuse to treat them until they lose weight, yeah?? And we're well aware that black men die in ERs because doctors won't take them seriously, right? Right????

Jesus fucking christ y'all men are not the problem but so many of you are acting like they are to the point of erasing the very existence of marginalized men who are absolutely suffering and dying too because doctors don't give a shit about them. These men need support, just like women do, now more than ever. Stop fucking abandoning them because you think women are the only people who are going to suffer under Trump.

Woman good, man bad is a painfully reductive way of looking at the world and everyone perpetuating it needs to stop right fucking now. I'm not kidding, I am straight up running out of patience at the progressive left's willful refusal to recognized marginalized men as people who need help. Trump is going to hurt so many marginalized men too and idk how else to state that you should give a shit about them.

Like not to steal the Onion's words but I straight up don't know how else to explain that you should care about other people.

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hey so the Israeli military sprayed a chemical irritant on a civilian UK flag carrying ship carrying aid to Gaza. And then boarded and kidnapped the humanitarians and journalists on board, including Greta Thunberg, Rima Hassan (French MEP), and 10 other humanitarians and journalists.

In International Waters, ships are considered the territory of the state whose flag they carry. Israel just kidnapped civilians from 7 different countries from UK territory after spraying them with a chemical irritant. I'm pretty sure that's an act of war against the UK.

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THE IOF ARE CURRENTLY ON BOARD THE FREEDOM FLOTILLA ‘MADLEEN’ AFTER USING QUADCOPTERS TO SPRAY CHEMICALS ON THE BOAT & JAMMING THEIR COMMUNICATION!!!!

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Prussia’s betrayal and assault of Sealand circa 2020

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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What Color?

Jester and Caleb are deciding what color to paint their unborn child’s room. Jester has one thing on her mind. Caleb has several. The key difference is that Caleb is very good at hiding it.

Haven’t written in a while and this idea came in a flash. So rather than make it a whole to do, I decided to just write it like a prompt giving myself fifteen minutes to complete it. I gotta say I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! Enjoy!

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Caleb worries.

There’s nothing new or significant about that fact, but he does. Caleb Widogast worries. He’s a worrier. He worries so much it’s sometimes a wonder how he thinks about anything else. What was actually surprising, however, is how in the past six months it had become so much worse.

“Pink will be the accent color,” Jester said after a moment of thought, paintbrush in hand, “but what about the rest of it? We can’t just have it be boring old white.” She was standing atop a short stool in a painters smock, not taking her eyes off the circle she had just finished filling. Its color was the inner world of an empty conch shell.

“My room was ‘boring old white’. For most of my life actually,” Caleb replied, minding the tightness of his tone, not looking up from his book, “Why not just paint the whole room pink?”

Jester’s nose scrunched and her mouth twisted, dissatisfied. It was, on occasion, a goal of his to get her to make that face. Even at the cost of saying something he knew she’d instantly disagree with. Sometimes being wrong had its rewards.

“It’s not like pink is a bad color or anything. I love pink—!”

“You don’t have to defend the color as if you’re about to say something risqué about one of our friends, blueberry.”

“—but just one shade? For a whole room? What happens when he draws on the walls and wants to use red? It’ll look terrible and then he’ll stop drawing and he’ll give up on art and he’ll get into…fishing or something,” Jester, in the process of laying out her case against the mono color on the walls, had begun the process of tying her hair with a white ribbon. Which of course meant the paint brush was stuck between her teeth and lips. Further meaning everything she had just said was done with effort to get through the obstruction.

Caleb, having understood her perfectly, replied cooly while continuing to look down at his book, “Fishing is a noble career to have. She could also indulge in the library. Perhaps her mind will be more like mine, hm?”

Jester hummed to concede, the paint brush now being cleaned with a well worn and dirtied cloth. “Still! He should get a chance at least. But what color goes good with everything? And not white. White is bor-ing. Maybe light purple? But that wouldn’t work with red either. We could do something like…grey? But wouldn’t that just be close to white? At least with this kind of pink grey would look so drab, especially on rainy days. Oh shit! I didn’t even think of that! What color looks good in any kind of weather? We haven’t had a rainy day yet since we started figuring out the colors so I haven’t seen the walls when the sky is cloudy and the windows are so big and they let in so much light—“

Jester stopped herself when her eyes caught on Caleb’s leg. She stared. It was jostling, up and down at a rapid fire tempo. The rest of him however looked perfectly still. His face the picture of steady focus. He was sitting in the rocking chair he and Beau had made, had argued for hours over the best shape and angle of curved bottom. The book he was gripping hard to was the latest in a long line, all of them memoirs or journals or instructive manuals on childcare and the general rearing of children.

Jesters lips gently quirked at their edges and from them fell a soft sigh.

“Caleb?”

“Hm?”

“We can stop talking about the colors if you want.”

“No. Why?” He asked, replying back too sharp and quick, still not looking up, “It’s important. They say the color you choose can have great influences on personality. It affects the subconscious part of the mind apparently.”

His leg still moved at rabbit speed.

Jester gave another sigh, this one out of some exasperation as she realized she would have to elaborate. “Caleb—“ she had begun to say, though whatever she was going to say next was cut off by a misplaced step. She had barely begun to realize she was falling off the stool before a series of quick events occurred.

A word had bellowed out of him at alarming volume and suddenly Jester’s world was silvery mist. She only had the briefest sensation of falling before landing into a familiar set of shapes. The rocking chair across the room was rocking back and forth while empty. The book had been thrown onto the floor, its poor pages bent.

The mists disappeared and from them, above her, was Caleb.

Jester had to blink in order to refocus her vision again. And upon doing so she was able to study him, if only briefly. Able to see what he had been hiding inside that book. Lips parted with shaky breaths, cheeks raised in a few shades, eyes bright with adrenaline. Some hairs he kept tied back fell out of place, framing his face. His hands gripped tightly at her back, arms firm and surrounding her. His stomach just barely pressing against her swollen one.

A whole spell he had used, just to save her from a small fall. Albeit a simple spell, but still.

Jester felt a pang in her chest. How had she not seen it before?

“Hey…” she began, soft like to a cornered animal, “Caleb. It’s okay. We’re okay—“

“I told you the stool was too small,” he croaked out, throat tight, “What if I hadn’t been here? What if you both had—“

“Bruised an elbow?” She cut in, guiding him with her body and arms to raise them both back up again. “It’s barely a foot off the ground. I’m not that bad of a cleric, you know. I can handle healing myself.”

“I…that’s not what I—“ He struggled to find the words, blinking and standing up straight alongside her. His arms were still around her, still holding on tight. Jester’s hands found their home on his cheeks, the stubble of his jaw tickling her palms. Eventually his eyes slid shut and he took a breath, holding it for a heart beat before letting it go. Despite herself, Jester waited patiently for him to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, keeping his eyes shut, “Everything feels…loud. All the time lately. It was like when I went on the run as a boy and everything was danger. Everything a threat. Even my own shadow. I…I’m—“

“Afraid?” Jester finished. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows drew together tightly.

“Ja,” he let out in a breath, shoulders beginning to sag, “Ja, all the time, Jesse. It’s…I didn’t want to worry you. Especially not now.”

Jester shook her head, thumbs running across his cheekbones, “I should have seen it sooner. I’m sorry, Caleb. But you know— you don’t have to hide that from me. I��ve seen you scared before. Like lots and lots.”

“Ja, but,” he stopped himself, thinking his words through, “you should not be forced to carry my burdens when you’ve got a great deal on you already. If I can ease you in any way, I will.”

“Even if it means hiding yourself from me?”

Caleb finally opened his eyes, breaking from his worry for confusion. “That’s not—“

“Does it look like I’m at ease right now, Caleb? Listening to you tell me that you’ve been on edge for months and you’ve been hiding it from me?” Her tone was mildly scolding, but there was no loss of love. In fact that was a great amount always threatening to burst from her at any given moment, but most especially now. “When you asked me to marry you, do you remember what I said?”

“Hm,” he worried his bottom lip not in trying to remember, the words were perfectly archived in his mind, but rather in hesitation, “you had said you didn’t know much about being a wife. A good wife. You were worried you wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Well I’ve had lots and lots of practice since then,” she said, beginning to smile, “and I know for sure one thing I will always do is help you, Caleb. No matter what. I promised you that, didn’t I?”

Caleb was helpless in the face of that smile. Infectious thing that it was. “Ja. You did.”

“Right. Okay. So,” Jester pressed her stomach fully against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Within her, gentle movements occurred which they could both feel. As if Caleb being close was a known thing to the child. “Let’s take a break for the rest of the day until dinner. Something to help you relax, even if you just want to talk that’s okay too. We can talk about colors tomorrow.”

He nodded after a moment of hesitation, loosening his grip and placing his hands at her hips. In the quiet, Jester lifted herself up by the toes and stole a kiss from his unsuspecting lips. Though surprised, it took but a fraction of a second for Caleb to melt into the embrace. Despite his ever present worries, they seemed so distant now. They always did when she was near.

When they broke apart, Jester gazed up at him before her expression froze. The worry came back to him at near instant speed. “What?” He asked, voice cracking slightly.

Jester didn’t answer, though instead she moved closer until they were nose to nose. She stared deeply into his eyes.

Before he could ask her again, her face burst into joy as she exclaimed, “That’s it!” She pulled away looking rather pleased with herself.

Caleb was at a loss. “What’s it?”

“Your eyes!”

“My…eyes?”

“That’s the color we’ll use for the wall! It goes with everything!”

And to Jester’s slight surprise and full on delight, Caleb burst out laughing.

END

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I feel a certain kind of way when I see a group of people walking in a pride parade to support a running politician and said politician is not there walking with them

I feel a certain kind of way when cops get to walk in a pride parade and the people around me cheer and clap and say thank you for your service

I feel a certain kind of way when big brands like Target and Matress Firm and TD Bank and Amazon get a group of people to walk for them at a pride parade and people go crazy for them as if they’re close personal friends

I feel a certain kind of way when I see a group have ‘diversity’ in their name walk in a pride parade and it’s mostly white/light skinned, able-bodied people

I feel a certain kind of way when I see a group march to spread awareness about the genocide in Palestine in a pride parade and all the clapping and cheering stops

The certain kind of way I feel is anger.

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acceptable ways to correct yourself if you misgender a trans person

“I went to the store with her–him”

“He and I–sorry she and I went to the movies”

“He’s–I mean they’re a big fan of Marvel Comics”

not acceptable ways to correct yourself if you misgender a trans person

“She really likes–oh my god I mean he, I’m so sorry, I just don’t have it down yet, you need to give me time, I mean, I’m getting it, I promise, it’s just so hard sometimes, and I don’t even know where that came from, and I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to, you just have to go easy on me, I’ve never done this before, it’s just, I’m getting it, it won’t happen again, it’s just hard, you get it, right?”

this has been a psa

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This is the most powerful call to ratio I've ever seen. It's like she's performing an incantation.

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Oh okay

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I've got a pocket full of hair and I'm not afraid to use it

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Could I see it really quick?

I've got a pocket full of hair and I'm not afraid to use it