Hi @staff

You know who is really into your new policy? You know who is showing up in my notes to defend you? Nazis. Shitty little white boy Nazis who are thrilled that you’re running off and alienating enormous swaths of your users. 

So you’re really doing a great job, and you can feel really proud of your employer’s decisions. If you’re lucky, you’re going to make Tumblr as awesome for Nazis and their supporters as Twitter! GREAT WORK, TEAM!

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So, I wanted to create an appreciation post for the ships that are scorned and receive hate.

For the ships that are treated with homophobia, and are belittled for no other reason than for being between two people of the same gender. The ships whose beautiful emotional developments are ignored, and instead stereotyped into false pictures of “lustful yaoi pairings,” which they are most certainly not.

For the ships that are overshadowed and ignored due to their more popular competition:

For the ships who, conversely, are “too popular,” or have “taken over the whole fandom.”

For the ships who are sent hate for ‘queer-baiting’ in spite of their beautiful, long-developed bond:

For the ships that are considered ‘abusive’ or ‘wrong’ because the characters have problems (and work them out, in DirkJake’s case!):

And the ships between two characters who are “clearly straight,”

(Yes, I have actually seen this argument used against Kagehina XD)

Because every pairing, no matter how minute, mainstream, or controversial, deserves respect. It’s okay if you don’t ship it. Hell, I don’t ship all of the pairings in this post. However, that gives you no excuse to behave with hostility towards the people who do.

(I will likely continue making edits to this post. I didn’t include every ship that has ever received hate, of course, and I may have mis-categorized a few of them. I understand that not everyone will like these ships for a variety of reasons, but I would appreciate it if everyone avoided any shiphate :)

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ah, the strong friend and his (half) icy pal, a classic duo

I just thought of writing fae courts in an old west setting and i’m honestly Amazed™ that i have never written Nor read anything like that before

In most towns out west, they’re just stories. Devils and ghosts and other such spirits are talked ‘bout ‘round campfires or over drinks, tall tales to spook those who don’t know better than to believe them. In most towns, a dead animal or a missin’ child is generally the work of coyotes. In most towns, rules can be broken, laws can be ignored, if you’ve got brains enough or bullets enough to keep from gettin’ strung up or shot down.

Lily Lake ain’t one of those towns.

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“Don’t you go angerin’ the Gentry, boy,” a mother cuffs her son upside the head, pulling him by the arm away from the three well-dressed men he’d been about to slingshot a pebble at. One of the men turns to watch them leave, his eyes solid blue all they way through where the whites should be, blue as a clear summer sky over the desert. He smiles with too many teeth, and the boy turns hurriedly away.

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“Are you tryin’ to cheat me?” A loud hiss, and the saloon goes silent, all eyes finding the table where one of the Good People is staring down an out-of-towner. The fool has one hand on his gun and the other in his pocket, where he’s no doubt been slippin’ cards.

“What’d you do about it if I was?” He asks, to the winces of the townsfolk.

“If you aren’t playin’ by the rules we agreed on, there will be consequences,” the faery says, long nails on long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the tabletop. The man moves to take his hand from his pocket, and the faery lunges quick as a rattler across the table, nabbing at whatever’s inside. The man’s eyes widen as the faery holds up the cards he’d been secreting away; he seems to finally realize he ain’t dealin’ with somethin’ human.

“The hell–” he draws his gun.

“No!” At least three people yell, because who knows what affiliations this faery has, what kind of trouble could be brought down on the town of Lily Lake just by a gunshot.

“Is that a threat?” The faery asks, soundin’ almost delighted by the possibility.

“You’re damn right it’s a threat,” says the outsider, poor fool. The gun is wrenched from his hands, hittin’ the ground with a small clatter.

“Take this outside,” orders the bartender, calm and steady, and the faery does, dragging the man by the front of his shirt. There is a sound that is not a gunshot, but is equally as final.

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Lily Lake, everything’s always fair. Certain laws aren’t ever, ever broken. The town Sheriff doesn’t have to do much. Gunslingers, outlaws, they pass through, time to time. Most make it out. Some don’t.

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“People say the west is nothing like back east, is that true?” A visitor asks, a young lady. The man she’s talking to laughs.

“Lily Lake ain’t nothin’ like the rest of the west, either,” he replies.

(Turns out the girl is stayin’, marrying some man in town no-one’s heard of. “Poor girl,” some whisper, thinking of the family she must be leavin’ behind for her faery beau.)

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In most towns out west, a raven is just a raven, a snake is just a snake. In most towns, a gunshot is the only really worrying sound to listen for. In most towns, people cheat at cards, and kids throw pebbles, and Sheriffs and their Deputies are in charge of keepin’ the peace.

Lily Lake ain’t one of those towns.

Your sheer amazingness at everything you do was so brilliant to me, it was blinding

18 Pictures That Prove Group Projects Are Pure Hell

This made me nearly bite a pencil in half in enraged memory. 

@  THE REST OF MY ANCIENT HISTORY CLASS; Y’ALL ARE WELCOME FOR THAT FUCKIN A THE REST OF YOU DID NO GODDAMN WORK FOR

Oh man, so I know everyone hates group projects with ample good reason, but lemme just tell you something that happened to me in my final year of uni. My dad got real sick and was in and out of hospital numerous times, one time with a suspected heart attack. Which meant my mum ended up caring for my dad, and I wound up caring for my disabled brother, on top of working a part time job and going to university full time.

My grades slid dramatically. I was having to appeal nearly all my results with my professors, and was mercifully granted extensions by all but one of them. (Which, if you’re out there Ronald: stub your toe and step on lego for the rest of eternity.) And then our Revolutionary Cultures prof. assigned a group project, and paired us at random with our classmates. And I knew, I knew I was just going to be a dead weight so I went to my new buddy and told them we should go to the profs office and ask for her to be switched to someone else who wasn’t just going to drag them down. And my new best buddy for the rest of the semester looked at me, looked at our assigned project, and very gently started to cry as she told me “I was just about to say the same thing to you,” and then tearfully told me her mum was dying, and the only reason she hadn’t dropped out to take care of her was because her mum wanted to see her graduate. She’d been given six months and we graduated in five. Provided we finished this class. And we were both out of appeals and leniency time.

It’s probably one of my most vivid memories from the whole college experience, just sitting on the floor of the Renaissance Lit corridor hugging someone who until a moment ago had been a relative stranger known only in passing, and trying to tell them it would be okay, we’d get the paper done. And we did. We scraped a C- together between the two of us and we managed to coast over the passing mark for the class and were allowed to graduate with abysmal but passing marks.

And I still think about her all the time. Especially when I wind up in group projects for work, and it feels like no one else is shouldering any of the burden, I make a note to reach out and say “hey, you don’t seem to be engaging with this much, are you okay?”

And a lot of the time it shocks people. They’re not expecting earnest concern for their lack of interest, and you find out things like their kid is sick, their dog just died, they’ve got health issues going on, or sometimes they just don’t know where to begin with the project and didn’t want to tell you that because they were frightened of being judged or perceived as lazy when they’re just overwhelmed.

And I honestly wish things like this were taught in team building exercises, cause that’s what group projects in school are. They’re supposed to be teaching you how to work well with others and achieve a common goal, while at the same time totally skipping over the fundamentals of human interaction and how to engage socially with others, and it’s fucking bullshit.

A vampire learns that the wine in communion really does act as blood and becomes a devout church-goer. 

ojiro !!! i like thinking about him balancing on his tail like a kangaroo and just kicking people

11 November 2018 // 100th anniversary of the end of World War One

I managed to get a little something done for today :D

Deku and Eri-Chan dress as their heroes for Halloween! Deku is still a dork

bonus:

he didn’t stop crying

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He’s done! I tried to channel the watanuki vibes into his facial expression but I’m not sure how it turned out haha. Like I said before, make sure to check out @novalotypo ‘s fanfiction brilliant lights it’s great I love it and my son deku

Some fanart for @highabovethecloudssomewhere and her amazing fic, Dis(associate)

((Which you can read here))

This fic stole my heart and dragged me back from the depths of hell artblock. How can I not draw spooky boy Izuku? Anyways, some of these are speculative doodles in nature. I hope you like this! Your writing is very inspiring. 

a boyish witch and a lady