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The trans man who was brutalized, tortured and eventually murdered was Black. I’m genuinely so upset by all the viral posts about his murder that completely leave that out.
Black trans people face levels of violence that are completely disproportionate to those of their white counterparts. Even though only 13% of the transgender community is estimated to be Black, Black trans woman make up nearly 1/3s of murder victims. Not to mention the fact that 53% of Black trans people have experienced sexual assault 42% have experienced homelessness and 67 % have experienced police brutality. Racism isn’t just a cis people thing it absolutely exists in the trans community. Frankly Non Black trans people need to start being better allies to their Black siblings because I’ve experienced way too much racism in the trans community.
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snow at baker street
1-2 was an absolutely insane fucking day for susato she met the main character of her spinterest in the flesh and also her foster brother died horribly and mysteriously and it turns out he was hiding this pathetic little man in his closet and now she has to deal with all of that at the same time. AT SIXTEEN
Quick Susato fixing Gregson's pocket watch up
bonus Gina reaction
AceAttober day 18: Channeling
Pt2
I hope that people don't forget about gaza once a ceasefire is reached. when the bombs stop falling, they will continue to need food, medicine, doctors, and supplies. the survivors will need aid urgently in the immediate aftermath. there are bodies to be counted, rubble to be cleared, fields to be tilled, buildings to be constructed. even as the people of gaza rebuild their lives, the trauma they've endured from this genocide will stay with them for generations. despite this, they will continue their fight for the liberation of all of palestine, as they always have been, and we must not forget them. the people of gaza will not be free until "israel" no longer exists, until all palestinians can live in their country free from subjugation, with equality and dignity. do not ever let the imperialists that funded and armed this genocide continue to spread lies about the palestinian people. do not ever let anyone forget that they tried to cover up and excuse this genocide at every turn. they will try to do it again. you must stand with the people of palestine forever.
I'm glad a ceasefire agreement has been reached, but now more than ever don't take your eyes off Palestine. Make sure it's stuck to.
I don’t want to be completely pessimistic and I wish I could find some joy in this, but the ceasefire deal isn’t something I can bring myself to be happy about. Palestine is destroyed. An estimated 300,000 people martyred and towns obliterated. And Israel faces absolutely zero consequences… I genuinely continue to be amazed at how they’re allowed to do that. If ‘Israel’ really wants a ceasefire, they need to give the Palestinians real aid. I’m not talking about bags of flour but means of rebuilding their beautiful country. They need seeds and tractors and doctors and hospitals and schools… not a tin of beans
All I mean to say is don’t forget Palestine after the ceasefire deal, because nothing has changed
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Now, we are hearing good news about the imminent announcement of a ceasefire in Gaza, as well as the entry of proper caravans for living instead of tents and our destroyed homes. There’s also news about more substantial aid being delivered and heavy machinery arriving to rebuild roads and restore life.
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Happy Crowy Yule! It's a reall whose who of Yuletide.
I don't know where Slay the Princess is going but the transgender vibe are insane.
You're stuck in a mental-like world with voices in your head. The main one is gender you as a man and telling you to go in the basement and kill the woman that is there. "It's for the sake of the world", he says.
You can try to ignore the basement and the whole thing but you keep coming back to it. You can't avoid the ordeal.
There's a woman trapped there, seemingly by the man "doing it for your own good" voice in your head. She wants to get out of this closet basement but she can't if you don't want her to leave.
You can try to kill this woman in your basement, to get rid of her, but the loop continues, only more painful and violent than before. You quickly realize that her torment is your torment. There's no way out of this.
You have no face. You don't know yourself, only the male role imposed on you by the Voice. You don't know the princess. You don't understand what's going on, what's happening to you. But by repeating the loop, by trying to know more about Her, you start to understand, to know more about You. Maybe by reaching a true understanding of each other you'll be able to break her your chains.
And then, together, finally able to truly love yourselves, you'll be able to leave this basement and see the world.
i've been ruminating more on the new damsel chapter since the pristine cut came out, and at this point i'm genuinely curious about this so i'm throwing the question out to the masses (LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT STP / DAMSEL 3 SPOILERS):
And the poll to go with that one:
For further clarification, vote for option 1 if your initial opinion was along the lines of "Smitten even at his worst in this chapter is a reflection of how we treated the Princess and tainted the relationship; we made him into the worst version of himself"
I imagine most people landed on an opinion like that eventually, but I'm curious whether they were thinking about it that way even as they were first experiencing the chapter
can i be real with yall i kind of hate fandom assigned siblingisms because often it’s just used as a signifier of closeness rather than an exploration of any of the things that make siblings narratively interesting imo. and i think a lot of that comes down to the fact that people enjoy the fantasy of relationships that are “naturally” eternal, ie, intimacy without having to do The Work. and i will never shame anyone for indulging a fantasy through fiction, this is just not something that really works for me. where siblings become compelling, imo, is within that unique “eternity” (whether societally imposed or genuinely forged in childhood and blood) and its power to trap and hurt. where the people involved don’t do The Work, or The Work they do isn’t enough. they’re tied together but some wounds take a long time to heal—if they ever do. wounds that they share, or wounds that they inflict on each other