Shoutout to the all queer family heroes

wow this actually makes me feel really happy cause that person is me…

It me

I have to tell this story.

I thought I was the first person to come out on either side of my family, but like three years after I came out, my mom was like, “By the way, my Aunt Mildred was a lesbian.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. My mom just told me this story the other day about her. She also had really bad depression, so bad that she was hospitalized. Her father flew out to San Diego to see her there. The nurses caught him on the way in and told him the no matter what she said, he was not allowed to get upset.” (This is the Catholic side of the family. Like, serious Irish Catholic with eleven kids and multiple priests in the family. Also super-duper Southern. And this was the 1940s and it was illegal.) “And he got real scared, but he went in. And she said, ‘Daddy, I’m a lesbian.’ He threw his hands in the air and hollered, ‘OH THANK GOD! I was worried it was gonna be something bad.’”

So. Shoutout to my Great Aunt Mildred, because she got there before I did.

Further shoutout to my second cousin Jared, who thought he was the first in even the extended family until he turned up for Granny’s 90th birthday, saw me for the first time in probably fifteen years, and heard me utter the words, “My wife…”

General shoutout to anybody who even thought they were the first in their family when they came out, even if they found out differently later on.

Y'know what, I love this story so fucking much that I’m going to schedule it to reblog when people will see it.

shoutout to those nurses who were ready to throw the fuck down for their young depressed lesbian patient like… when we talk about allies that is actually the kind of ally that has helped us to survive. in the most literal sense.

Alycia Debnam-Carey as COMMANDER LEXA THE 100 3x04 | ‘Watch The Thrones’

To promote abstinence on a college campus

This is the standard winged nightjar and it has one singular stupidly big feather on each wing... if you even care.

Love this guy

TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron

Source 

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.

Actual tears.. hnngh

Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.

where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang

This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)

More about BACA, from their site

My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???

NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.

it’s back! I will always reblog BACA

Damn good people.

I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them. 

Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating. 

@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.

I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added. 

Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.

Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA

They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs. 

I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers.  So I can call them whenever I feel scared. 

BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused. 

And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy. 

BACA has changed my fucking life. 

I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing. 

If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.

Supporting your local hero’s.

💞🖤💞 Carpe Diem 💞🖤💞

Links the International BACA Chapters:

United States

Canada

Australia

Belgium

Denmark

Germany

Spain

France

Italy

Netherlands

Iceland

Austria

Greece

New Zealand

Portugal

Sweden

United Kingdom

Switzerland

B.A.C.A’s Byline: “Keepers of the Children.” B.A.C.A.’s Motto: “No child deserves to live in fear.”

Not all heroes wear capes, some wear biker vests.

Had seen this before, but never realised that this is on an international level - there’s even a contact address close to where I live (in Germany), very cool (though hoping the only use I’ll ever have to make of it is for donations) ❤

Supergirl be like

Being thirsty during their entire first date is very on brand for them.

Nothing about us without us.  Image description: [pale purple and yellow background with dark text] This April, don’t support an organization that harms autistic people. [crossed out logo for Autism Speaks] Support one built by autistic people, for autistic people. [logos for the Autistic Self Advocacy Network and the Autism Women’s Network]

Reblogging to spread the word, cause evidence shows that Autism $peaks are classic horror movie villains.

Reblogging because I’ve always wondered who to support instead of AS.

To every friend of mine who reblogs this, thank you. It means I can trust you. <3

This post is old but still relevant.

Also, avoid :

National autistic society - as in the UK one? What’s wrong with them?

They do help autistics, mainly parents, but they see autism as an epidemic.

They’ve refused to back legislation that would protect Autistic children

Been involved in recent abuse scandals in which they got no real punishment

Are for ABA therapy no matter what (they have refused to make an official statement on it)

And many others that I’ve read.

Here’s a good post that outlines the good and bad of autism groups.

I'm gonna be thinking about this all day

If you deadname someone in the death note it kills you

In one of the Death Note live action movies (I think it was Light Up the New World), a man changes his name after harboring guilt about past crimes and trying to atone (not even answering to that name). He's only killed after his new name gets put in the book, since he shed his old name.

Man wasn't trans, but if the logic applied to him, logic should apply to trans people too!

This rule implies that birth names are not necessarily the names given to you at birth.

That means you can change your name or consider yourself to have a new name and the death note recognizes it.

Death Note is an ally.

Diversity win! this Death Note kills trans people but doesn’t deadname them!

Never gonna know them, but shoutout to the healthcare workers who are breaking the law to help their patients get life-saving care. I'll never see an article about you because knowing you would risk everything including jail time. Nurses who lie on medical records so their patients can get abortions. Doctors making up shit so their patients can have HRT.

Wherever you are, you are keeping your promise to help your patient.

My mom is dead so she can’t get in trouble for this.

Many years ago when she was still healthy enough to work, she was the manager at one of those select-your-own-tests labs. They didn’t take insurance, which meant they had no insurance department, which meant it was actually cheaper sometimes than even getting the same test elsewhere WITH insurance, so her clientele often came in with doctor’s orders, and it is about one such patient I’m about to tell you. He was four years old and had leukemia.

At 3am the day my mom did his labs, she got a stat call. “Stat call” means “drop everything, contact the doctor, these numbers are outside the acceptable range and urgency is required.” She woke me to drive her to the lab so she could try to get in touch with the doctor on the way and say “I live five minutes from the lab I want you on the phone as soon as I get those numbers from my email.”

The doctor did not pick up.

Standard protocol at this point is to wait 20 minutes and call again, repeat until you get an answer.

My mom was not allowed to interpret lab numbers. She didn’t have the official credentials. But she was a medical assistant and had self-taught a lot of medicine to make herself a better MA (call it unofficial continuing education), and she took one look at this little boy’s numbers, and she had to make a judgement call. That call ended up being “Mrs. X, this is Catie from [lab name]. I received a stat call for your son and can’t reach the doctor. I’m not legally allowed to interpret these numbers for you. But pick an ER, I will call them and send the numbers and have them waiting for you. Go NOW. Don’t wait. I cannot stress enough how urgent it is that you GO RIGHT NOW.”

Had she chosen law over life, that little boy would have been dead by morning.

Instead she risked years in prison and being stripped of her license to practice. She got cupcakes and a thank-you card instead. As far as I know, the boy went on to make a full recovery.

When I think of my mom, this is what I want her to be remembered for. Nobody could ever know while she was alive. I want everyone to know now.

(And if you’re a 14-year-old on this website in 2023, and this sounds eerily corroborative to a story your mom has told you, and you grew up in Arizona, hi. My mom would love to meet you if she was still alive. But in her absence, will you tell me how you’re doing? I’ll tell her the next time I get up to her grave. She’d like to know.)

This is like 5D chess shitposting

I was on vacation this week and wore my “keep abortion safe, legal, and accessible for all” shirt on one of the days. The sheer amount of specifically older women who made a point of telling me how much they liked my shirt was astounding. One really stood out, though. I was waiting for my partner outside of a little market with seating and an elderly woman, easily close to 90 I’d guess, got up from her table where she was eating lunch with her husband and walked over me with obvious effort just to thank me earnestly for wearing that shirt. She was proud of me. I hope nothing but the best for her and will remember that interaction for the rest of my life.

These women remember what it was like before abortion was legal. They remember, and they don’t want to go back.

fucking hate the "well it's not technically marriage inequality that disabled people can't get married without losing their benefits because no one's stopping you from getting married" yeah something is stopping us from getting married. Loss of medical care. Homelessness. Hunger. Death. I don't know how to tell you this but SSI is not a thing that you get because you could technically get a job but you don't feel like it. The process is awful, it's dehumanizing and it can take years even if you're clearly disabled. If you can work you do work, and if you can't work you can't afford to lose your "benefits". It's eugenics plain and simple, it came from a time where you could only fuck if you were married and they wanted to de-incentivize disabled people from fucking so we would stop existing.

This isn't an exaggeration, btw. This is literal and accurate.

They also keep the processing times long in an attempt to "weed out those that don't really need it" ie they die or go to work despite not being able to or else they'll die.

Sorry to say, but they do the exact same thing for humans too.

It’s amazing how people in the notes and comments are absolutely FURIOUS at me for the included Frozen comparison. Special shout out to everyone trying to prove that real people look like this.

Not to mention that when people edit these characters to have better facial proportions, the originals look like bizarre fish people.

How humans draw themselves is always fascinating to me

op why are you speaking like you aren’t human i’m scared

Eh…perhaps read my blog description.

this post has EVERYTHING

I think I know the reason for why people prefer “unrealistic” animation.

For some reason, humans really don’t like things that look like humans but aren’t quite human. Hence why a lot of people are uncomfortable with movies with animation like Monster House and The Polar Express. It looks too realistic to us and sets us off.

Scientists call this the “Uncanny Valley” effect and its thought to be an evolutionary tactic for survival.

The funny part is. No other animals that we know of experience the uncanny valley effect. Only humans. Which leaves the question: what was out there that mimicked humans so well and was so dangerous to us that we evolved to have this as a tactic for survival?

Oh hell yeah this is what I’m here for

Which leaves the question: what was out there that mimicked humans so well and was so dangerous to us that we evolved to have this as a tactic for survival? 

@hitodama89

Okay, I’ve seen this thread a dozen times before, but not with this addendum.

i made the original post in the throes of unmedicated depression because that’s where my sense of humor was at the time. i don’t check my activity page. seeing it barge onto my dash months later with +250k notes and this exchange attached to it like a bunch of rattling tin cans attached to the tail of a rabid dog running loose is fucking WILD

So sometime after whenever humans developed the uncanny valley effect, did we just hunt this mysterious predator to extinction? Or did it die out on it’s own? Or did it evolve as well into something… else? Could it still be living on Earth today?

Idk why dont we ask the “people eating cryptid” who claims to be from a species that’s easy to hide and apparently passes as human who’s like, 3 reblogs above this?

Hey fun fact;

Back when Homo sapiens weren’t the end-all of hominids, we also had some other two legged “humanish” cousins like the Neanderthals, Denisovians, and more!

There were nine different species of “humans”

By 10,000 years ago, they were all gone. The disappearance of these other species resembles a mass extinction. But there’s no obvious environmental catastrophe – volcanic eruptions, climate change, asteroid impact – driving it.

Instead, the extinctions’ timing suggests they were caused by the spread of a new species, evolving 260,000-350,000 years ago in Southern Africa: Homo sapiens.

Neanderthal skeletons show patterns of trauma consistent with warfare.

Like language or tool use, a capacity for and tendency to engage in genocide is arguably an intrinsic, instinctive part of human nature.

Optimists have painted early hunter-gatherers as peaceful, noble savages, and have argued that our culture, not our nature, creates violence. But field studies, historical accounts, and archaeology all show that war in primitive cultures was intense, pervasive and lethal.

Basically: the reason we as Homo Sapians find other human-ish figures unsettling and have an instinctual fear/aggression response called “The Uncanny Valley” is because we literally TOOK OVER THE WORLD by hunting down and killing every other hominid on the planet.

Dunno if the “9 species of hominid genocide” was a result of uncanny valley or the cause of it, but it’s a pretty sure bet to guess they’re linked.

Read more about it here :)

This is a wonderful post.

i love seeing this after also having fully read and comprehended the rabies post

I was wondering when rabies was going to get brought into this

I was wondering

when rabies was going to

get brought into this

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Best Thing Ever

At first, Kara thinks it’s the Best Thing Ever.

“It’s free food, Lena!”

Lena just rolls her eyes and tells her to enjoy it while she can. It sounds a bit ominous but Kara doesn’t pay much attention to it because she is too distracted by the smell of the triple cheeseburger in her hand.

It starts almost immediately after the TV interview where Kara revealed her identity to the world. The next morning, the barista at Noonan’s insists on adding a couple of extra danishes to Kara’s usual order. On the house. Kara is caught off guard but smiles and thanks her for it.

Then, similar things happen at Kara’s favourite pizzeria, at the sandwich shop across from CatCo, at the ice cream truck in the park. Everyone either refuses to take her payment or adds a few extras to her order without charging her for those.

Best Thing Ever.

But the novelty of it all wears off quickly. It’s not that Kara doesn’t like the idea of free food. She does. She loves free food. But she knows the places she frequents are usually small, independently owned businesses, and when they continue to give her food without taking her money, she begins to worry about how it might impact their bottom line.

Not to mention, after a while having to do the whole “yes, I’m Supergirl” song and dance every time she just wants to grab a bite to eat gets a little…tiresome.

Which is why when Kara asks Lena out to dinner, as a date, she doesn’t pick the fancy steakhouse or the new farm to table restaurant that Lena told her about. 

She picks Mr. Chu’s.

“I hope this is okay?” Kara asks, nerves audible in her voice. “I know it’s not fancy, and this is a date, our first official one, and you deserve the best, and this place has plastic table covers and only one kind of wine on the menu that I’m pretty sure comes from a box…”

“Kara, darling, breathe.”

Kara does and it helps. A little.

“I just, this is the only place in the city where they don’t care. About me.”

And it’s true. The first time Kara had walked into Mr. Chu’s after The Interview, she half expected a big to-do about it. But Mrs. Chu had simply nodded at her briefly and then returned to the task at hand. They treated her like they always have, friendly, normal, with the occasional extra fortune cookie thrown into her take-out bag, but that was something they did before, too.

A knowing smile settles on Lena’s face.

“It’s perfect,” she says. Like it’s simple.

“Yeah?”

Lena reaches out to cover one of Kara’s hands with her own. The move makes Kara look up and into Lena’s eyes, and as soon as she does, she understands. Lena knows. Of course she does, having lived her entire life in the spotlight. Kara can guess that public reaction to Lena appearing in a restaurant never quite included free treats, but Lena obviously knows how nice it is to be in a place where no one cares. Where they can just eat their meals, chat about their days, be with each other without interruptions.

Lena orders the (box) wine, steals at least three of Kara’s potstickers and smiles like she’s having the best evening, despite the loud clanking noises coming from the kitchen and the way her arms stick to the table at times. 

Kara pays, with a very generous tip, of course, and gets the usual short nod from Mrs. Chu before they step out into the night. 

She takes Lena home, and when she drops her off at her apartment, Lena leans in and kisses her. It’s short, light, but tastes like a promise.

“Wow,” Kara whispers, smiling and a little awestruck.

Lena just rolls her eyes, but it’s fond and her expression is soft and warm. “We’ll have to do this again. Soon.”

Kara can only nod.

Best Thing Ever.

These plots are, as a rule, complex. So it bothers Lena, just a little, that this one is so simple. Not only that, it’s been done. It is these thoughts, these cold reflections, that she uses to distract herself from her imminent and most likely very painful death as Lex’s thug releases his bruising grip on her calf and shoulder and she begins the ninety story drop that will leave her skull in pieces and some of her favorite organs outside her body.

The last time she fell like this, Supergirl was “having coffee” with Kara Danvers.

This time, Supergirl -and thus, Kara Danvers- are busily engaged in fighting a raging fire in an apartment complex on the other side of town and saving the tenants. There will be no miraculous catch this time, no last minute save. Only a heart emoji in a text message and a cooling bag of takeout for the lunch that will be quite cold by the time Jess realizes something is wrong .

Lena knows it when she realizes that too much time has passed, too many floors gone by. She doesn’t look at the ground. The drop gives her just enough time to-

The collision knocks the wind from her lungs and jostles her, hard, spinning the world crazily. In some distant, scientific part of her brain, she marvels that Kara can not only make the complex calculations needed to catch Lena without doing as much damage as an impact with the pavement, but actually perform the maneuver. Even then, Lena will be florid with bruises later.

As quickly as it started, it’s over. Over, but different this time. Lena is cradled with the utmost care, Kara’s every movement deliberate and gentle, as if she were cradling a newborn or an irreplaceable treasure. When Kara wraps Lena in her soot-black and red cape and leans in, surrounding them both in a curtain of flowing golden curls, it is as if there is nothing else in the world, nothing else at all, only the bastion-embrace that clutches Lena close and the acrid tang of smoke and sweat.

There are no jokes this time, no quips. Kara holds Lena tight, their foreheads pressed together, and gives no indication that she’s willing to ever let go, even when Lena hears Alex’s voice admonishing her that they’re in public, that people are staring and taking photographs.

Lena should be worrying about these things too, but being held by Kara Danvers is like being held by a castle, and when Kara finally speaks, a breathless whisper of “I almost didn’t make it this time”, Lena hears another truth behind the words and and cannot stop the tears.