Exclusionists Have Said "you're Not Part Of Our Community" To Basically Every LGBT+ Demographic Except

really don't know how much of this tiny fandom exists outside instagram, but you know what? i am putting these two here too, people deserve to see ✨

*commissions info*

Hey you!

Yes, you!!

Have you ever wanted a little trinket version of your fursona for your shelf? Or perhaps a hand sculpted, meticulously painted pendant of your palisman? Maybe even a hand drawn keyring, sticker, or art piece of your chosen character?

If so, please consider my little bedroom workshop as a candidate for your commission :)

I can do digital pieces and traditional pieces done with marker, I can do stickers and keyrings, sculptures and reference sheets! I specialise in animal designs, but I can absolutely draw humans! (Though I cannot sculpt them, I've tried and the result was horrifying TwT)

I am also a sewist, so I can make you a tail for your fursona and possibly a snake puppet! Or perhaps you'd like a fluffy keyring made from some of my fur and fabric scraps? I'm planning on also doing fursuit partials at some point in the coming year, once I've got more practice in (making two more for myself and one for my partner)

I love to be challenged, so please don't hesitate to request all manner of strange creatures and concepts! (though I won't draw mechs or sculpt people/mechs)

More information can be found here: bats-in-nappies.carrd.co

You can either DM me or fill in my quote form to find out about prices! Whichever you prefer. Please note, I will be using paypal to take payments

Please have a look at some of my recent works! All drawn or made by me - including the patchwork quilt seen in image 5!! :)

Both above images were made by me, too!!

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The thing about the “you wear fine things well” scene is like. Let’s take this from Ed’s perspective.

You’re the meanest sonofabitch on the seven seas. Everybody knows your name. You reputation alone can win the day before you even fire a shot.

And you are fuckin bored.

So bored that the instant you get wind of some weirdo who appears to not be even a little impressed by you, you run to meet him. And by god, the first thing he says to you and your lustrous black beard is: “Do you work for Blackbeard?”

It immediately rotates your worldview. “Never thought of it like that before. Yeah, I suppose I do.”

But then he tells you about retirement. And you think, yeah. Yeah, actually, that sounds great. How do I do that?

Well, a fuckery of course! A good one, too. Something worthy of Blackbeard, with a tiger or something. But the important part is that there’s a corpse—the corpse of a man you made sure is similar enough to you in height and build to wear your clothes.

So now you’ve got a plan. You’re great at plans! And all you have to do is learn how to be a fancy ponce so you can go live the fancy ponce retirement of your dreams. Easy as that. How hard can it be to learn how to use silverware?

But it all goes wrong, doesn’t it? Catastrophically wrong. You struggle with the basics because you panic, and when’s the last time you panicked? Then you’re laughed out of a room by people who would wet themselves if they knew who you really are, and it occurs to you, suddenly, miserably, that if you go through with this, if you choose this life, you will never have that crutch again, because Blackbeard will be dead.

Worst of all, though, is the blooming doubt that this is what you want. This glittering world is meant to be your scrap of silk writ large. You’re not sure if it is, any more. You’re not sure if a world like that exists.

Now what?

Well. Now, along comes this silly man. You wrote him off as naïve because why else would he ever want to be a part of your world? Why would he claim he wanted to be “like Blackbeard” when he has his secret passages and model ships and summer linens? But you’ve seen what he’s running away from, now. You’ve seen he’s as much a master of that world as you are of yours. And you feel understood. You feel like an equal.

So when he tells you in the moonlight that you belong with that piece of silk, and it belongs with you, you believe, suddenly, that there’s a place in the middle, between your worlds, where you’re still yourself but you wear silk and eat marmalade and talk to handsome men in the moonlight. And Stede fits there, too.

the most disturbing trend in online leftism is outright hostility towards any kind of community building tools and forgiveness whatsoever.

Image Description: The "I bring a sort of X vibe to X that X don't really like" edited to say "I bring a sort of all these rules are made up vibe to sexuality and gender that exclusionists don't really like"

hey everyone be careful

I don't know if anyone has talked about this, but lately this has been happening in other fandoms too. There'll be these bot accounts that straight up steals people's posts and adds "expand" "read more" "continue" as a link in the end of the post - DON'T CLICK ON THAT, it's most likely a malware or something of the like.

so if you see a post like this: no profile picture, something that looks reposted (I've seen this happening to artists too) and a link at the end, even if the post has tags, that's a bot. Block and report it.

stay safe, and I hope @staff finds a way to stop these bots soon!

I guess I live and all I got to show is more kny

I did it!! I asked for his hand in roommate-age!

there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.