That was the only way to describe how Dipper was shaking, how he didn’t know what to do. The twelve year old was torn, he was stressed. In his hand, a knife.

A bloody one at that.

Behind him, a golden-eyed demon, a smile on his lips. He walked towards Dipper slowly each step made known by the click of his heels. He stopped and rested his hands on Dipper’s shoulders.

“You did it!” Bill said with pride in his voice. “You killed her.”

Dipper looked at the pool of blood on the floor, following it to the source.

His sister.

Her skin was unnaturally pale and her hazel eyes were open, tears still shining in them. Her soft, pink lips were parted slightly in a silent gasp, blood staining her teeth and trickling down her cheek.

He choked out a sob, dropping the weapon. It clattered to the floor and he dropped to his knees. He wailed, and it was utterly mournful. It was such a painful sound, full of heartbreak and sorrow.

The demon relished in it as he lowered himself behind the boy and hugged him to his chest.

“Shh… It’s alright, it was perfect. You did perfect.”

I haven’t been to a rally or protest in years.  Mostly because the last protest I went to, against the Kinder Morgan pipeline, got a little violent.  (Though, my being pushed off the trail into a bush by the police was nothing compared to the members of the indigenous community and others who were violently dragged across the injunction line and forcibly arrested, though there was nothing but peaceful protesting).

On Saturday though, I went to a rally in Metro Vancouver, which was organized in opposition to the “Worldwide Coalition Against Islam”, to stand up against hatred, racism, and Islamophobia.  I went to show my solidarity and support, to listen to marginalized voices, and had the pleasure of meeting some incredible, intelligent, and most of all, kind people.  Over 5000 people showed up, which is staggering in comparison to the five violent counter-protesters who were all escorted off the premises.

I think most of us realize that those who oppose systemic racism, Islamophobia, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, and all other forms of violence and hate are trying to create positive social change in a peaceful way.  It’s those who have these bigoted ideals that perpetuate these cycle of violence.

And you know what?  The “Worldwide Coalition Against Islam”?  They didn’t show up.

Which makes me realize that, deep down, if they can’t and won’t stand convicted to their opinions, they know that what they stand for is not okay.

As a white Canadian woman, I realize that I have a tremendous amount of privilege.  I will never be able to fully unlearn it, but I can work every day to try to check it, and to listen to voices of those who are oppressed.  Dismantling white supremacy and privilege has to be the work of white people.

I can’t undo what my ancestors did.  I can’t undo hateful rhetoric, fear mongering, and gaslighting.  I can’t change people overnight who have hatred in their hearts, who let fear of the “other” let them spin into a cycle of violence.  But I can let my voice be heard.  I can stand up for what I believe in, for what I believe is just and right.  There’s always more that can be done, but at the very least, this is a good start.

“To sin by silence, when we should protest, makes cowards of men” - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

🚨 The internet needs you 🚨

You’re up again, Tumblr. 

Back in 2015 you demanded that the FCC adopt strict net neutrality rules and establish a free and open internet. And you won

That should’ve been the end of it. But apparently not.

The new head of the FCC wants to undo the net neutrality protections you fought so hard for.

His proposed changes open the door to your web traffic being slowed down, or even blocked altogether. You could be forced to pay extra to use your favorite apps. You could even be prevented from getting news from the sources you trust.

Title II protects consumers and democracy by ensuring all voices can be heard.

You know the drill. Here’s what to do:

The FCC is taking comments from the public, and dearfcc.org is making it as simple as possible for you to make your voice heard.

Go there now 👉 dearfcc.org ✌️

You’ll just need to provide a name, an address, and then say a little bit about why rolling back Title II protections is a bad idea. If you’re not quite sure what to write, here’s something to get you started:

I’m writing to urge you to keep our Open Internet rules based on Title II in place. Without them, we could lose the internet as we know it.

The proposed changes to FCC rules would allow fast lanes for sites that pay, and force everyone else into slow lanes. We’ve already seen access to streaming services like Netflix, popular games like League of Legends, and communication platforms like FaceTime slowed down, or even blocked. Conditions like this hurt businesses large and small, and penalize the users who patronize them. 

The changes also open the door to unfair taxes on internet users, and could also make it harder for blogs, nonprofits, artists, and others who can’t pay up to have their voices heard.

Please leave the existing net neutrality rules based on Title II in place.

Thank you!

If you need more ammo, feel free to quote these experts from our net neutrality Issue Time. TechCrunch and Battle for the Net also have some good starters.

Everyone is counting on everyone else here. Do your part and tell the FCC to keep a free and open internet under Title II. 

Just a reminder that I’m an Adult™ and if that makes you feel uncomfortable feel free to:

  • unfollow me
  • ask me to unfollow you
  • block me

I won’t get mad or anything. It’s important to make sure you feel comfortable and secure.


before Yuuri moved to St Peters, this sorta thing probably happened a lot (it turned into a game of who calls first) 

twitter: @kurageclear

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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I saw seven birds: the Twins, the Lover, the Protector, the Lonely Journal-keeper, the Peacemaker, and the Wordless One.

… I’m still alive! and tomorrow I’m going to post Yellow ♥ (Yes, yes, of course I’m postponing the lettering, of course).

In the mean time humor me with this Altean!Lance - I wanted to draw my own version this AU for months now, and of course when I choose to doodle it I was in a full “Oh, Aladdin, I want to rewatch Aladdin. Hey.