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this was made by a non catholic because dick is step 2
Let me tell you, when I saw this post before I imagined the second version in my head and didn't perceive it as very funny, but now that it is before me and I see it with the very eyeballs of my head, it's 2 in the morning and i've probably woken somebody up cackling violently like a centrifuged chicken
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Happy December 10th
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anthony without kate VS anthony with kate
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TERFs really out here thinking that male privilege comes from like. The overwhelming aura of the penis and being told not to wear skirts as a kid, and not the fact that manhood is an in-group that trans women are absolutely stricken from.
Male privilege comes from men in power treating me with respect and, well, privilege. And sweetie, that’s not something that happens once they catch the scent of tranny on me. I am not going to be hired before a cis woman. I am not going to be allowed to talk over men, god forbid cis women. I am not going to get a “boys will be boys” if I hurt someone, because the minute I challenged my own manhood I turned in that “boy” card.
Maybe I do act “manly” sometimes. Let’s assume that for argument. The fact is, even if I did that, I do not have patriarchy backing me up; I’m just a not-man not-woman that no one will defend if I step out of line.
Funny thing about this post is a couple of TERFs got their hands on it and apparently the best argument they can come up with is “You fucking moron, work discrimination and sexual harassment isn’t sexism, REAL sexism is seat belts and doorknob heights.”
To be clear, I am certain that they don’t actually believe that sexual harassment doesn’t matter but doorknob heights do, they’re just consciously trying to define feminism in such a way as to exclude trans women which results in them focusing on either stuff that has specifically to do with vaginas (which to be clear our society has a ton of issues to do with ppl with vaginas, but that’s only one facet of feminism) or grasping at straws to assign the highest importance to skeletal structure.
One of them in the notes even slipped up and blamed office thermometers on “xy skeletal structures” which is like. First of all that skeletal structure is associated with testosterone during puberty, second of all bone structure??? You genuinely believe it has to do with bone structure and not hormones and body fat distribution? They don’t, of course, but they know that’s something that trans women have in common with cis women so their ideology of “you can’t change biology” requires that they pretend it doesnt exist.
It’s just so clear as to be comical that TERFs define what feminist issues they do and do not care about by whether or not they can be used to draw a line between them and trans women.
stubborn as stone (there'll be no forgiveness for all that you've done)
notes:- look i wanted more smut... so i made it
rating:- explicit
words:- 1609
warnings:- smut, my weird sentence structure
Nina could still remember the bravado she’d shown as she was shoved down the narrow stairs of that damn Drüskelle ship. The way she had defiantly tilted her chin up, flicking her sodden hair out of her face. She could also perfectly recall the way her heart had clenched when she’d seen the other Grisha trussed up in the bow of the ship. What she struggled to visualise was the look the damn Drüskelle next to her had given her as she stubbornly walked down those stairs, refusing to show even the slightest touch of fear.
He shifted in his sleep for the umpteenth time, causing frigid air to rush in from outside their little cocoon of blankets and furs. She bit back the urge to smack him upside his head, or his (unfairly muscly and strong and gorgeous) bicep. Instead she tucked her head in close and lamented, not for the first time that her Small Science didn’t work on herself, at least not the way she needed it too. Warming herself up was all well and good, but putting herself to sleep like she had the annoying, stubborn, frustrating, handsome Drüskelle, was not really an option.
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noughtiness-deactivated20200121
quiz: what kind of writer are you? warning: cringe
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@ everybody who puts their answer in the reblog instead of the tags hmmnngggggg you are all so annoying
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since people are asking, here’s a list of places you can donate to help the australian bushfires. donating literally $1 means you have done more than our prime minister. (* = can donate internationally; for the other ones you might have to google it)
- cfa (VIC firefighters)
- rfs (NSW firefighters)*
- rfbaq (QLD firefighters)
- cfs (SA firefighters)
- red cross*
- WWF NSW bushfire crisis*
- WWF koala crisis* (both WWF links are in aud so use a currency converter if you’re outside aus)
- St Vincents NSW (partnership with channel 9)
- St Vincents SA
- RSPCA NSW
- here is a list from the abc (but maybe don’t donate to the salvos bc they suck) (x)
i’ll keep it updated as i find more
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uh huh
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Sidney x Charlotte // Rated G // Completed
Summary:
Charlotte stared out the carriage window as they meandered through the old London streets. She attempted to keep her mind on the horizon, so that she could memorize it for her next letter home letters but a loud snort from Mister Tom Parker disturbed her yet again.
It brought her back to her surroundings all too rudely, back to the jaunting carriage, the loud snoring from Mr Parker sitting across from her, the indomitable presence of Mister Sidney Parker sitting beside her.
*don’t forget to leave a comment and show the author some love*
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With Flowers In Her Wake
Summary: Charlotte had been a goddess long enough to know what the underworld would look like. What she didn’t expect was to find its king - Sidney Parker. (Hades/Persephone AU)
AO3
A/N: so i debated whether or not to put this up and i’m still incredibly nervous about it also, please let me know if you think this deserves more chapters! will probably work on it if enough people want more!
Charlotte had lived for a very long time - immortal gods did tend to do that. She’d done her best at controlling her powers, restrain them where her mother told her to, but she loved the freedom of spring. She could let it all out like letting hair fall from a tight binding, finally able to unwind itself. Yet, after centuries of being the best at her job, providing only the basic care for spring as her mother saw fit - she had grown restless.
girl like you (impossible to find)
Charlotte stared at the ceiling, the whiteness of it slowly blinding her to everything else. Air rushed from the open window over her face. She blatantly ignored how cold it felt across her cheeks. She blindly reached out for her phone, turning up the volume as Christina Perri's melodic voice took a sorrowful turn.
She focused on releasing the tension in her jaw, fearing that if they clenched anymore she may have broken her teeth. The silly exercise that a substitute teacher had taught the class, breathe in for four seconds, hold for another four and then release for four. Square breathing, she reminded herself.
It worked for the time it took to breathe out again, but her heart, her traitorous heart went back to Sidney Parker.
girl like you (impossible to find)
sorry i disappeared, i was having flashbacks to other shows ending on stupid cliffhangers
rating:- explicit
words:- 4321
warnings:- smut
Charlotte stared at the ceiling, the whiteness of it slowly blinding her to everything else. Air rushed from the open window over her face. She blatantly ignored how cold it felt across her cheeks. She blindly reached out for her phone, turning up the volume as Christina Perri's melodic voice took a sorrowful turn.
She focused on releasing the tension in her jaw, fearing that if they clenched anymore she may have broken her teeth. The silly exercise that a substitute teacher had taught the class, breathe in for four seconds, hold for another four and then release for four. Square breathing, she reminded herself.
It worked for the time it took to breathe out again, but her heart, her traitorous heart went back to Sidney Parker.
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Outliers
Based on two prompts:
- a married fic with a falling out, some passionate arguing in front of people, and then a gentle reconciliation - by @yorkshirewench, and
- a future married fic with babies, or with Charlotte being pregnant - by anon.
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As a married couple, Mr and Mrs Sidney Parker were not in the habit of spending a lot of time in town. Charlotte’s being much more of a country girl at heart, and them both preferring to be in constant close proximity to the rest of the Parkers, prevented them from residing for more than an occasional fortnight in town, and even that being commanded solely by Sidney’s necessary attendance to business affairs. The rest of the time, they were happy to return to Sanditon.
Ah, Charlotte’s beloved Sanditon. She felt there could be no better place in the world. Sidney always agreed with her on this, but she suspected it was more because he wished to see her happy, rather than out of his genuine affection for the resort.
“I do not feel fully at ease, except when you are near,” he had confided in her once, as they had been lounging in a settee in front of a fire, Charlotte reading out of Mrs Radcliffe’s The Romance of the Forest to him, her feet in Sidney’s lap.
She had thought that over for a moment. “An outlier,” she had said, referring to their conversations, ones they’d had before she had even known she was in love with him. He had nodded, pursing his lips and staring into the fire. “Well,” Charlotte had said, “now that you have me, I’m afraid you can’t truly be an outlier anymore. Whether you want it or not, I’m with you now. Perhaps we can be outliers together!” she had smiled at him. “I can study the art of brooding, and work on my aura of mystery.”
He had laughed at this, unable to bear it any longer with a serious face, and had pulled her in for a soft and heart-warming kiss.
Source: viviansternwood
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you don't feel very special, but this world
went pliant just to give you room to be.
the many different people you will become
already live inside of you
like nesting dolls taking turns in the light.
you write a story, and its ending can
be found deep inside of the beginning—
prophecies never know to call themselves prophecies,
like benvolio telling romeo of rank poison.
there is no miracle in a seed that sprouts,
it is born knowing what it is supposed to do;
you are born knowing what you are supposed to do -
do not step outside of your body, looking for answers,
be done begging to become someone new,
surrender to yourself,
dig into your own soul like wet clay, for molding.
you don’t feel very special // naiche lizzette