When You See It, REBLOG IT.

Okay, time for some house cleaning. If you disagree with any of these then get off my blog

Trans women are women

Trans men are men

Nonbinary people are nonbinary

Bisexuals, pansexuals, and omnisexuals are valid

Arospec and acespec people are valid

Trans women deserve to be included in women spaces

Trans lesbians deserve to be included in lesbian spaces

Trans men deserve to be included in men’s spaces

Gay trans men deserve to be included in gay spaces

Black lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community

Indigenous lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community

LGBTQ+ people of all races deserve to be included in our community

You’re never too old to transition or discover your sexuality

Respect is not given but earned

Polyamorous relationships are valid

Monogamous relationships are valid

And lastly, but sure not leastly,

IT IS NEVER OKAY TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST SOMEONE FOR THINGS OUT OF THEIR CONTROL. RACE, SEXUALITY, GENDER IDENTITY, AGE, DISABILITY, ETC. AND THIS DOES INCLUDE DISCRIMINATION AGAINST PEOPLE SEEN AS THE STANDARDS

I pray this won’t lose me too many followers. Not because I care about followers but because I hope not many people disagree with this

If Rock N Roll came out today they would call it Woke N Roll and it would be woke

tma spread for my junk journal

Suvirin Kedberiket, @worldsbeyondpod / “The Sun Is Still A Part Of Me”, Jennifer Willough

I got one for Ame, now i just need an Eursulon poem

Southern green stink bug Nezara viridula. I see you, my friend.

Garden, Wales.

in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tay’lor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that she’s secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though she’s from a neutral system that hasn’t seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years

Question: What is the greatest magic of all? Answer: Friendship, right? [B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)

DUNGEON MASTER BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN ANSWERS DnD QUESTIONS (TECH SUPPORT | WIRED)

An act of creation to rival the creation of adam

I’ve started leaving offerings for the little ghost boy who died in my chimney. It’s hard for him to reach them (he died because he couldn’t free himself after all) but he seems to appreciate them. The house has felt a lot warmer recently and smoke has stopped bubbling from my floorboards. I think I may have struck a pact of sorts, but as long as he is placated and I don’t have to wake up with soot in my lungs I’m fine with it.

When I first realised he was there I was more aggressive. I hired a number of professionals to try and remove him. First a chimney sweeper, then an exorcist after the first choice fell out of the fireplace coughing up blackened blood. The exorcist tried to help, to offer words of comfort and invoke words of banishment, but every time he spoke the only thing that fell from his lips were thick plumes of smog.

After that I fell into an empty melancholy. I could no longer step foot in my living room, both because I did not wish to acknowledge the problem and because every time I would it would feel as though my feet were being burned by a fire from beneath.

About four months later, my sister and her son came to my house for my birthday. The last we saw each other was the funeral, but that was a year ago. I longed to see her again but I feared she would find the state of the house repulsive and never return. I spoke to the little boy the night before, begging and threatening and pleading for him to go unnoticed. The wind screamed down the chimney flue the whole night and I was unable to sleep.

When my sister arrived, she commented on how unkempt I was. Like I hadn’t slept in days. I pushed it aside and asked about how she was doing, what was going on with her career, how her cat was. She answered them all quickly and positively but I could tell something was off. When I inquired about it she went very quiet and told me that she was still grieving mum, that she knew she wasn’t perfect and what she did can’t be excused, but she still misses her. I held her hand and brought her some tissues and listened to her patiently as she spoke, while I unconsciously rubbed the scar on the back of my neck.

A few hours later, they said their goodbyes and left. The next day, my sister sent me a text telling me her son had left one of his stuffed toys at my house and asked me to return it if I found it. Looking around the room, I found it in the fireplace, nestled gently in a pile of ashes. I realised I hadn’t noticed any of the usual happenings since my sister’s visit and made a plan.

I went down to the antique shop on the high street, ignoring the strange looks I got, and bought a small wooden rocking horse. I placed it in the ashes, took out my nephews teddy and shut the door.

I bring a new toy every week, as usually the ones he plays with for too long start to char where he touches them. He makes his presence known, sometimes even lashes out, but now we have a home together that we can both exist in