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Posts that Tumblr will blaze:
• Blatant NSFW that breaks community guidelines
• Christian proselytizing
• Vent posts
Posts that Tumblr won't blaze:
• Spoilers for a shitty game that lines a transphobe's pockets
Hanukkahn't Resist You
2k Dean/Cas. Teacher!Dean made a Hanukkah greeting card containing a pickup line for autistic Jewish teacher!Cas ♥
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This was really why Dean became a teacher, to be fair. Yeah, it was all about teaching the kids, nurturing them, and explaining how to do math with their fingers, because according to him there was nothing wrong with that, whether you were six years old, or scarily close to forty.
But there were days when Dean knew he wasn’t going to teach them anything directly, yet was convinced they’d leave his classroom having forged core emotional imprints that would last a lifetime, even once the day’s activities were forgotten.
The windows to the blue-grey schoolyard outside were steamed up and dripping with condensation, and all the paper snowflakes coloured in crayon were drooping. Dusk loomed even before the school day ended, and it was wonderfully stuffy in the classroom, but this was no time to get sleepy.
“Heyheyhey, go easy on the glitter, kid,” Dean said, lurching to rescue a pot of sparkles before it exploded across the table. “You just need enough to cover the glue, alright? Don’t make me get the mini vacuum out.”
He grinned as little Stephanie gave him a winning smile and showed him her clay spinning-top dreidel decorated with a glittery reindeer, which was more of a tentacle-headed blob with a swollen pink nose, but he knew it was a reindeer, and she knew it was a reindeer, so he nodded appreciatively. “Nice.”
The classroom was doubly crowded and loud, as Castiel’s class had merged in with Dean’s to play games in a circle of chairs, and they’d elected to stick around after, to save two carpets from being forcefully bedazzled.
Dean was privately over the moon about this. Not only did he get twice as many children to hang out with, but Cas looked especially adorable today, all tousle-haired and sweater-soft, and the smell of his beeswax hand lotion filled the room in an unobtrusive way. Plus, he kept bending down with his hands on his knees, and Dean was the only one around who could appreciate his ass.
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Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.
I'm trying to prove something.
Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.
I know I haven't been very active on here lately, but I've been going through some stuff and I have a question, and this is the only place I can really ask it.
I've recently realized that I may be asexual, or on the asexual spectrum, but I'm really confused about it...Is it normal for me to get turned on by porn/erotica, but not when someone is kissing and touching me? Where on the spectrum does that fit?
Please help, I'm so freaking confused.
Why ‘female-presenting nipples’ matter
When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.
When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.
When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.
When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.
When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”
When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.
When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.
When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.
When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.
When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.
When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”
When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.
When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.
When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”
When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.
When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.
I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore.
Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over.
Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.
Stop shaming people for having bodies.
I’ve been seething in rage thinking of this all day and @aibidil put into words what was reeling in my mind.
Our bodies are not porn.
This is so important
WARNING!!!!
People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.
Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.
I keep getting these like twice a week. Please reblog!
I get these constantly good to know my instinct to block them were good ones
I got 2 of these and both times blocked them. Please stay safe everyone
I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water
After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.
Show you care & Reblog.
always
If you don’t reblog this at least once you’re a joke.
if you don’t reblog this unfollow me
This fucking site: hey net neutrality is about to die :((( please help us :(((( boost and rb everything you see even if you’re not American :((((((((( we’ll have no wifi :(((((( we need you!!!! :((((
Non-Americans: okay
Non-Americans: hey greece is basically on fire, 150 people are wounded, 53 are killed and our nature is being destroyed. we’re suspecting arson. can you please reblog some posts and help spread awareness?
This fucking site:
Allow me to elaborate on how bad things are here. 7 places are burning at the same time while in Μάτι and Κίνετα the fire not only burned trees but because off the strong winds(80 kilometes per hour) it burned houses, it burned people. Firefighters and volunteers do whatever they can with the little gear they have as always because why on earth would the goverment give money to firefighting vechiles, canadairs and literally anything else that could be useful in this country when we know that every summer someone wants to burn forests so they can build whatever they want. Anyways, people started running away once some firefighters managed to warn them to evacute ( something that others should have done because these people have to keep working so they can prevent the fore from doing anymore damage ). People started running to get to the beach which was their only hope, unfortunately some people with their families were trapped once the fire circurled the area around them leaving them with the only thing to do, wait for their end. Charred bodies were found locked in embrace the next day. Now the people who reached the beach had to wait there so they could be transferred from there to the port of Ραφήνα. Here’s a photo :
While the boats reascued people from the beach they also retrived 19 more from the sea and 10 bodies (I am not sure for the number). That’s a small peak off what has happened the fires haven’t stopped while there are many revivals of the fires. Here’s an article if you are interested http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-07-24/greece-fires-survivors-fled-into-sea-to-escape-flames/10031316
Let me add more information on the matter.
The deaths are officially at 79 by the most recent official announcement. Places like Mati, Kineta, Chania, Neos Boutsas and more are being burned to the core.
Minimum help is being given by neighboring countries. Officially 2 aircrafts from Italy and 2 from Cuprus whipe some are expected from Romania, Hungary, Spain.
There are abouy 31 people registred as missing in a web site while that doesnt mean those are all the people missing.
If you know people you know or suspect are missing call 199, the fire department.
If you are looking for someone missing don’t call hospitals, call 199, the fire department.
People got burned alive in their cars, in their homes.
Cars are literally melted by the fires.
The victims include children, thankfully the ones that survived are shocked, of course, but safe and in the hospital. The number of kids in the hospital ‘Παίδον’ (Pedon) in Athens is 11; 12 exited yesterday, and the kids left are expected to leave today.
The suspicion of the fires falls on arson. It something that Greece has suffered from a lot throughout the years. Yet we are never prepared for most of our problems whether it has to do with natural causes or not.
The situation is horrible. If you can’t help anyway else, reblog to spread awareness on the matter!
If you ppssibly can donate here:
Honestly this is so much more helpful than my vent post (which I didn’t expect to blow up the way it did). If y'all are gonna boost something, boost this instead.
rebblogging AGAIN, because Greece, South Europe in general, needs help.
HEY YOU PEOPLE LOOK AT THIS AND SPREAD IT
I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT
To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
:)
REBLOGGING SO HARD.
YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE IM REBLOGGING WTF
GET 👏🏼 RID 👏🏼 OF 👏🏼 ACE/AROPHOBIA 👏🏼
im gonna reblog this everytime i see it ,,
REBLOG THIS ALREADY!
I have never ignored a like button in my entire exsistance on this blue/teal whatever y'all colour it website tungle dot com!
As an ace myself, the amount of likes on this post doesn’t go well with me.
☝️My thoughts exactly. I don’t like it.
guys please
Liked out of habit
Immediately unliked and reblogged
REBLOG PLS
I take my like back. Ace people belong
Please ignore my like as well. I clicked the wrong button
YEET
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*smashes reblog button*
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i personally dont think that asexuality/aromanticism is an inherently lgbt identity but like obviously if ur rbing this post ur generally gonna be preaching to the choir…. like if ur an inclusionist w inclusionist followers obvs more inclusionist will see this than exclusionists.
Harry knew there was something strange going on when Lupin took the map. He saw it in the teachers eyes; he had gone from tired to lost in a blink of a second.
Harry knew that look. It was one he saw in the mirror growing up, the look that asked if he was ever going to be accepted. The look that said I remember being different without being able to remember when.
Harry saw the look, but he didn’t question it. Because he knew that some answers lay buried until they were ready.
What Harry didn’t know was what came after. How Lupin clutched the map to his chest as he strode back to his office. How he wasn’t in the Hogwarts of the present, but the one of the past, where four other boys walked along side him, one laughing, one talking as much with his hands as his mouth, and one watching silently up at the others with awe.
Come on, Moony the memory of one of them said, trying to grab what looked like a brand new price of parchment from his hands, we’ve tested everything, we know it works.
It hadn’t been the first time those words had been said. The first time, the seemingly harmless parchment had burst into flames that kept on spreading. McGonagall had put them out back then, and kept a closer eye on the four.
But not close enough. The second time, the map formed. They thought it was fine… Until they noticed that the feet attached to their names were, according to the map, in the middle of the lake.
The third time, someone’s cat decided to eat the map before they even looked at it. It was strange, after that, for the cat could only ever walk a path if they followed a student exactly to the foot.
Now, Lupin pushed open the office door and placed the map carefully on the desk.
Then, he tapped a wand on the parchments, seeing it filled with ink.
Shouldn’t it have a password? Peter asked, his voice, to this day, sending a flicker of regret down Lupins spine. He should have done more… So much more.
He held his wand over the parchment. reveal yourself. he whispered, the words stuck in his throat. The map stayed blank. am professor Lupin and I order you to reveal yourself!
It had taken them weeks to think of the password. They fought over phrases and words with each other, laughing as the ideas got more and more rediculous. They had almost been caught more than once. By teachers and prefects, and most often, Lily, who only became their hearts much later on.
It had been Lily’s words that eventually became the password - Lupin smiled at the memory, the thought that his friends, his family still lived in in tiny ways. It had been in a fit of temper, her catching Sirius half way through a prank he hadn’t bothered explaining.
You wanted mischief? she had shouted, consider it managed! I swear you and your friends are always up to no good!
Now, the words spread like water over the parchment. It didn’t turn into the greeting; Lupin had only just got the map back, he couldn’t bare the idea of seeing four names of four boys that were now dead and buried. Some, literally, some, by the weight of the world and betrayal.
Only two of the names appeared now, both sending knives into Lupins heart.
Mr Prongs would like to bid the professor good day, and just remind him that they always knew he would end up teaching
And
Mr Padfoot would like to remind the professor that there is always mischief to be done, even if he is getting grey hairs
These were not his friends. They were parchment taught to talk like them. But lupin still heard the words in their voices. Could imagine them sat there next to him, though he has no idea what they would look like after so many years.
What would they have really said to him now? What would they have said about Harry, the child all of them had once spoilt with more toys and tricks than could fit in the Potter’s house?
It would always be a mystery. Just like so many other things.
Lupin couldn’t solve them, but he could do one thing I’ll look after him he said, to the ghost of a mother and father who he had not done enough to save. He tapped the map again. I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
Wrapped Up by ass-butt
THIS IS SO PRETTY
My art is all over my dash right now, I’m silently freaking out over here.
…not so silently
Okay folks, guess who got kicked squarely in the ass yesterday! Due to a fuckup in my disability leave, I didn’t get paid at all this fortnight, and given I have no savings that’s a pretty monumental disaster! Thanks to the mind-blowing generosity of some friends, I’m zeroed out instead of in the red for now, but I need to raise $310 by the 18th or I risk losing my car (and possibly my job and home, yay).
So let’s see how much art I can sell in the next 6 days. 8| If you can’t hire me, please signal boost at least. Being homeless is like number 3 on my list of things I never want to experience again.
Turnaround time depends on complexity and queue.