The Mage Be Like “I Know A Place” And Then Just Fuckin Abandons You At A Care Home All Summer

i am going to create an environment that is so toxic

No Justice, No Peace.  Quote from Emiliano Zapata

Art by Liberal Jane

stop.

if you are in the carry on fandom, please reblog this post.

i wanna see how big we are

Today marks the first day of Pride 2020.

It also marks the seventh day of protests held in honor of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery. It’s been 634 days since Botham Jean was murdered by a police officer, 233 days since Atatiana Jefferson was fatally shot by a police officer, 2,123 days since Michael Brown was fatally shot by a police officer, and 2,146 days since Eric Garner was choked to death by a police officer. 

It has been five days since Tony McDade, a Black trans man from Florida, was shot and killed by a police officer.  

At the time of this post, it has been almost 19 hours since David McAtee was shot and killed by the authorities. 

This week has served as a stark reminder that those who have power in this country wield it recklessly and violently against Black people, non-Black POC, and trans people. For some, the power is found in their badge. In others, it’s their skin tone, their socio-economic status, their cisgender privileges, or any other number of privileges one can have. In 2018, with at least 26 trans people who were murdered, all but one were trans women, and all but one were people of color. According to data collected by Human Rights Campaign, this pattern is all too common. It should also be noted that the number of trans people who are murdered is grossly underreported, with many families and newspapers often misgendering those who can no longer speak up for themselves. 

On June 28, 1969, the Stonewall riots began as a response to the constant police raids of nightlife establishments frequented by the LGBTQIA+ community. That night sparked a revolution, with many eye-witnesses crediting Black and Latinx trans women for being brave enough to ignite what would become one of the most pivotal nights in LGBTQIA+ history. Without Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, there would have been no uprising. Without them, there would be no Pride. 

At this moment, it would be tone-deaf and insensitive to commemorate Pride in the same celebratory fashion we usually do. Instead, we’re asking you to make the commitment to better the lives of the oppressed. Do the work to become actively anti-racist if you are not Black. Spread the word that Black lives matter. Spread the word that trans people deserve to feel safe wherever they go. Reblog this post, make your own, or find someone in your life who doesn’t understand and do your best to make them understand. Donate if you can. 

The first Pride was a riot. We stand with you.

Baz and the soccer field… and a man bun :D

and a freaking sunset at Watford

Maybe my life wouldn't be better if I had magic powers but I'd at least have different, sexier problems.

I’m the worst

@vampire-ninja​ I am SO sorry! I got this ask, I wrote the fic, I put it on AO3, and I posted it here…. privately. Whoops! Anyway, love, I did write your fic request!! I hope you like it <3

Baz

There’s thundering footsteps and yells from outside the nursery. The double doors are kicked in, and pieces of the wooden frame splinter off and fly across the room. All the children are screaming and crying. I’m standing there, helpless. I try to run to them—to protect them—but it’s no use. The vampires tear the heads off everyone, and then head for me. Me? It’s a younger me, still full of life and color and his own blood, but not for long. My mom bursts into the room. I scream for her, pleading her to turn around and leave. She can’t hear me. She never hears me. One of them turns to her, grabs her by the neck, and—

“Baz. Baz, wake up.”

Someone is saying my name, shaking my shoulder with a firm hand. I sit bolt upright in bed. My chest is heaving, and I’m covered in a layer of cold sweat.

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🏳️‍🌈 Ruth Ellis (1899 - 2000) was the daughter of former slaves. She came out as a lesbian when she was 16-years-old to the complete acceptance of her family. In 1937, Ruth and her longtime partner moved to Detroit from their hometown of Springfield, Illinois for the promise of higher wages. There, she became the first woman in Michigan to run her own printing business. She printed fliers, posters, and stationary in the front room of her home, which also quickly became a hotspot for Black LGBTQ social life. Before long, Ruth was helping those who came around in any way she could, including by paying for college tuitions. After the Stonewall uprising, 70-year-old Ruth began giving speeches in support of gay and lesbian rights all across the country. She remained an activist for the rest of her long life and even spent her 100th birthday leading the San Francisco Dyke March. At the time of her death at 101, she was recognized as the oldest out lesbian in the US. She is the subject of the documentary "Living With Pride: Ruth C. Ellis @ 100" and is the namesake of the Ruth Ellis Center, a shelter for homeless and at-risk LGBTQ youth in Detroit.

Celebrate Ruth Ellis.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruth_Ellis_(activist)

#Pride #BlackLivesMatter

the trouble with writing is that it’s literally always easier to just lie facedown on your floor and make inarticulate noises