Every single time I get a TERF in my inbox my alliance to the trans community becomes stronger

People who invalidate asexuals-

Asexual people aren’t valid, they don’t deserve a place in the LGBT+ community, that’s not even a thing you can-

IT GOT BETTER!!

Aaaaaaallllllll of the yes

airpods of respect

AS THE OP, I VIOLENTLY APPROVE OF THE AIRPODS OF RESPECT.

i am stealing all of these to use on a regular basis

give me dork james potter.

give me james potter who nervously ruffles his hair, who can’t stop talking about quidditch, who loves playing chess with his mates.

give me james potter who pretends to be nonchalant but spends hours studying and poring over books, whose smart-aleck responses are surprisingly insightful.

give me james potter who grew up in a intellectually nurturing household, whose parents always answered his probing questions with knowledgeable good humor, whose father’s laboratory served as a playground of potions and mathematics.

give me james potter who joins every extracurricular–c’mon sirius, we can mess around–and goes to far more lectures and magical demonstrations than are necessary to “set up their pranks.” 

give me james potter who loves learning, who takes up quidditch to be sporty and “cool,” but quietly reads for hours about broom aerodynamics and the physics of seeking in the library. 

give me james potter who sees a red-haired muggleborn from a different world and tumbles head over heels into love with her intense concentration, her knack for potions, her hardworking determination, who sees her reciprocal love for learning and thinks, her. it’s her. 

hey please share and donate to help this man get out of this evil fuckin situation

the gofundme has a lil shy of 4000$ to go!!!

don’t know what parent of an autistic child needs to hear this but as long as they’re not harming anyone your kid’s stimming is not a “problem behaviour”

in our house we have a few categories of stimming behavior.

1. the no category. this is for things that are unsafe. hurting self (head banging, scratching), hurting others, chewing on choking hazards. i know this is excluded in OP’s post, but i’m putting it on my list because if you parent an autistic child and deal with this, you have to be aware that a key to off-limits stimming is redirection. stimming satisfies an important physical and neurological need for the autistic brain, and that behavior is sensory-seeking. if you must say no, please also offer options or help redirecting to appropriate outlets for pressure, motion, rhythm, chewing, etc.

2. the shared space category. listen, i get that a lot of people are assholes about things that aren’t hurting them. that’s not what this category is for. but we have a household with multiple autistic individuals and a work from home situation. “shared space” is the code phrase we use for “please take this stimming to a different location.” sometimes, aural stims like repetitive noises or physical stims like pacing can be legitimately distracting to other people in a room (or car!). in the case of other autistic people, it might even feel painful or mentally consuming. this category is no-judgment “please move to another location to continue stimming this way.” it’s not bad, it’s not wrong, you aren’t being shamed– just do your best to respect others and their needs or comfort, and leave the communal area or lower your volume.

3. the you do you category. it doesn’t matter that nobody else is doing this to feel comfortable or happy– you aren’t hurting anyone else, you aren’t being disruptive in a space other people are using together. go for it.

and in every single category, anger has no place in redirecting a stim. not even the no category. stimming isn’t malicious, there’s no actual moral requirement to be “less weird” or “like everyone else.” even reminders like “you aren’t the only person in this room and that’s very loud” don’t need anger. stims aren’t done at anyone. they’re just the body expressing a kind of neurological hunger, and whether the answer is “enjoy that!” or “this isn’t safe for you to eat (ie, do)” fury doesn’t help.

oh shit this is a REALLY helpful way to conceptualize stimming and competing needs.

Also a great way to explain to other autistic people and neurotypicals how to handle stimming.

Totally valid critique as plus size male models get way too little attention and coverage, but they are out there working and looking fucking divine:

D.J. Terrell

Troy Solomon

Michael Anthony

Syed Sohail

Atkins Estimond

this post cleared my skin and watered my crops

As an aspiring plus size male model myself, these guys inspire me.

I saw a post a week or so ago that said it would put a gay love note in the askbox of everyone who reblogged it, but it didn't actually work. So Here Is My Pledge, I will put a medieval gay love letter in the askbox of everyone who reblogs this. Everyone. I don't care if this gets 5,000 notes,(even though it won't) everyone's getting a love letter. Have fun with your gay love letters friends.

:D

fun tip for cis people: instead of saying “back when she was a he” or “back before [birthname] became [preferred name]”, try not being a pile of shit by saying something like “before she came out” or “before she began her transition”!

Pls friends and thanks.

“before she came out” is so easy and preserves so much dignity, PLEASE

I’ve been wondering the best way to say this. Thank you. 

also if their transition is irrelevant to the story, don’t bring it up! just say “when X was a kid/ younger/ in college/ etc” and carry on using their current name and pronouns.

That last point is very important! DO NOT OUT ANYONE! Do not bring up their trans status or transition unnecessarily! And you trying to look more interesting/cool/whatever by having a trans friend does not count as “neccessary”!!

A Long Ago Opened New Chapter

Hey y’all, 

I am sharing my story in a new way, a way that is meant to be in service to you.

Just a little differently. I have always wanted to serve. People, a community. Those who need it. Embodying Hermione was a way to show up for black people, and it changed my life. Y’all changed my life.  *cue tears – trying not to get emotional and make this super sappy and long – wheewwwwww *

Over a year in the works, I have started my own business to serve those with invisible illness, ie: chronic pain, and mental illness. The two largest things that have directly impacted my life in both absolutely unspeakable, and truly beautiful ways. 

Crystal Case is a mission driven pill case company and lifestyle brand, focused on empowering Rx takers and de-stigmatizing mental health, and invisible illness. 

While I work on the technical end of getting up and running, and evolving, I want to hear from you. You who have shared your light with me, your spark, and your heart. 

Please help me align with you, so I can best serve you by taking my short survey. (There’s the added bonus of the chance to get a $30.00 Sephora gift certificate that I’ll be raffling off next week). 

Survey is here: https://forms.gle/jDzsFTzyKZzog4qM6

While I step into this new chapter of my life, I wanted to thank everyone – which will probably be a different post altogether. This is my journey, and I have never felt more aligned, and excited about life than I do right now. 

Please consider filling out the survey, you don’t have to have an invisible illness to enter. 

<3

I’ll be announcing the gift cert winner on Friday. So there’s still time to enter! The winner will receive an e-mail from me, so even if they miss the announcement post, they’ll still hear from me directly. 

🌿 Sweet and Soft Nature Asks 🌿

(I'm bored and wanna talk about nature, also please feel free to reblog and use!!)

🍀 - Since COVID, what natural place have you longed to visit again more than any other?

🌿 - Do you think hiking is romantic/would you go on a hiking date?

🌷 - Do you like to garden or keep plants? What plants are you currently nurturing?

💐 - I'm sending you a bouquet! What flowers and plants would you like to see in it?

🐌 - Have you ever baked or cooked with something you grew yourself or found in the wild? What was it?

🌊 - Do you prefer lakes and rivers or the ocean?

🍃 - What's your favorite season and what's your star sign?

🌲 - Do you like camping? What's your favorite place to camp, if so?

🐸 - What is your favorite animal that you can find in your backyard, or near where you live?

🌻 - Describe one of the loveliest days you've spent outdoors -- who were you with, what did you do?

🐢 - What's your favorite famous natural place, such as the Grand Canyon?

🦔 - What natural place do you think is underrated?

🐝 - Do you like insects? If so, what's your favorite?

🌙 - Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🍄 - Since quarantine, do you miss being outdoors? Have you found ways to spend time outdoors?

🦨 - What's your favorite creature of the forest?

🏰 - You get a choice between three castles; one perched on a beachside cliff, one nestled in the dark greenery of a forest, and one on the steep ridge of a mountain. Which do you choose?

🐛 - Green tea or black tea?

🐞 - Are you most like a fairy, an elf, or a hobbit?

⚘ - You're going on a date! Would you rather go swimming at the beach, take a hike in the forest, or visit an overgrown cemetery?

hey, i'm housing my homeless friend (a trans woman who was kicked out for being trans) right now and we're broke with absolutely no food. my cat doesn't have any food either. i just need like $20 to be able to be set for the next few days; if you can help my cashapp and venmo are both @/kinderwhore and my paypal is here

pls rb if u can we only have 3 eggs until friday 😕

When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny.  She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldn’t work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock. 

I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nanny’s house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.

Bob should probably not have been in charge.

Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway. 

Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand. 

It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chair’s legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, “You are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!” 

He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, “You are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!”

At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, “You are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!”

“No,” I said. “I want a sword.”

Bob was confused. “But you get water magic! Magic’s great!”

“No.” I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. “I want a sword.”

“Magic’s great. Magic’s better than a sword.” Bob insisted. “You’ll see. Wait here a moment.”

And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished. 

We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from. 

And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke. 

We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass. 

We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went. 

The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. “I am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!”

I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out. 

I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying. 

Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bob’s shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs. 

Once we’d all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. “You see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.” 

We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back. 

“I still want a sword.” I said. 

there’s a lot of people in the tags and replies expressing several concerns, which I will address:

Is that a real bird?? :0

Yes, she’s real. This is Arson, her mate, Larceny, and their idiot children, Forgery and Fraud.

Arson lives her life constantly wishing she had opposable thumbs so she could light fires.

What a ride

The absolute mania of naming your pets after felonies.

thrilled to report that that was also me

op is the kind of person i aspire to be

Mad respect.

i checked them out and apparently they have cats named Malice and Vice as well as those amazing bird names

there is no one way to be asexual

you can be asexual in a baggy t-shirt  you can be asexual with your tits out  you can be asexual in tight trousers you can be asexual in lace you can be asexual in leather  you can be asexual with one long-term partner  you can be asexual with multiple partners you can be asexual with no partner you can be asexual and think everyone is beautiful  you can be asexual and full of love  you can be asexual and masturbate  you can be asexual in any way you want