such social justice
I’ll be 80 and still playing pokemon
"Back in my day we had one hundred and fifty and that was how we liked it. You kids and your newfangled pokegears and your holocasters, when I was your age we talked to trainers face to face, it’s like you kids don’t respect communication with imaginary video game tater tot people anymore"
Charles dying in Erik’s arms never fails to make me bawl my eyes out no matter what universe it is
I hate everything
Stop calling out to eachother like this it’s breaking my heart
CHARLES. MAGNUS. CHARLES. MAGNUS
I wish someone would put a knife in my chest. It would hurt less than this.
I forgot to print out the form I need for my job interview tomorrow to set up direct deposit and I also forgot to go to the bank to get the other form I needed for setting up direct deposit. And I already said I want to do direct deposit to my checkings account in the prelim stuff and can’t really change it now so I guess I just get to see if I can get paid or if they will just not hire me woohoo
Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse
50 Shades of Damaging Stereotypes
Fifty Shades of Wanna Guess How Many People Will Be Hospitalized Due To Flesh Wounds From Improper Knots After The Movie?
50 Shades of Glorified Abuse
50 Shades of Kidney Damage from Incompetent Crop Use
Fifty Shades of Pathological Violence Due To Past Trauma Isn’t Kink
The weirdest thing is that people talk about “coming out” as if it’s this big momentous thing that only happens once while in actual fact it’s something that you do almost every single day every time you talk to a new person every time you’re in a new situation you’re constantly weighing your options, the ability to be your true self vs the advantages of being a false self and honestly it’s so fucking exhausting
Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.
It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.
See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.
UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.
Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.
The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.
Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.
Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.
Stars lived to make iron.
Stars died to make you.
Not all cis people are assholes
And not all non-cis people are saints
Just putting that out there.
The problem isn’t cis “assholes.” The problem is people thinking that transphobia only happens on a strictly aggressive level, and that cis people who don’t openly voice hate against TRANS (“non-cis people” is really unnecessary) people are exempt from it, when that is not the case.
Transphobia can happen on passive levels as well, and is often things cis people fail to realize are inherently harmful towards us, making all cis people transphobic on some level. Not even trans people themselves are free from transphoia. The difference is most of us are actively working to unlearn it, something we expect cis people who claim to be allies to do as well.
Just putting that put there.