fighting antisemitism should already be something you do just because it’s the correct thing to do, but if somehow jewish safety doesn’t matter to you then at least think about the ways that antisemitism furthers the oppression faced by palestinians.
it’s a sad truth but nevertheless it’s silly to act as though palestinian liberation will be achieved while antisemites are allowed to run rampant in society. that very antisemitism is exactly what israel and zionists use to indoctrinate jews to their cause, and yknow what? it works.
a lot of liberal western zionists are zionists bc of brainwashing, which i’ve discussed at length in other posts. but when there are numerous examples of antisemitism to point to in order to try to justify israel’s existence, it only makes their case stronger. it’s pure selfishness for jewish zionists to believe that the jewish right to safety is more important than the palestinian right to safety, of course. but unfortunately this is what happens.
so yeah, like i said, you should already be combatting antisemitism just because it’s the right thing to do, but if that reason isn’t good enough for you then here’s something else to think about.
so there’s this part in chapter 62 where simon and baz are lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace holding hands, and when baz asks simon if he was on the List Of Things to Not Think About, simon says ‘trying not to think about you is like trying not to think about an elephant thats standing on ur chest’ and baz just has a good few moments of fond reflection before he starts smiling and says 'i dont know if that’s a compliment or…’ and they’re giggling and idk the idea that baz is a teenaged boy still baffles me sometimes, but its scenes like that one where the casualness of it is so lovely? its easy to relate to and thats what makes reading carry on so nice
Hey! So as you all can probably tell I have a lot of thoughts and things to say about this season of Supergirl. Instead of continuing to rant about them here, I wrote this piece. I’d really appreciate it if y’all read it & let me know what you think!
Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3) Rating: M (eventually) Word Count: ~1700
This has been burning a hole on my desktop for a couple months now and I just really felt like if I didn’t start posting it would probably never get finished… I’m a couple chapters in with the writing but I think this is going to end up being like between 10 and 15 chapters, all roughly the same length if I can pull it. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, this was gonna just be like a cheesy smut fic originally but I apparently like to overthink things and it became slightly cuter of an idea…
@stubble-sandwich THANKS FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT THIS STUPID IDEA WITH YOU. Look at me, finally posting the fuckin pizza guy au… christ…
Special instructions:pls make smiley face with pepperoni, i could use something happy right now
She’d typically have left the box blank but Emma was currently full of self-pity and a little too drunk to really care how she appeared to the rest of the world.
Two years she’d spent with Walsh. Two years of warm embraces and whispered I love you’s and sweet kisses and integrating him into her close-knit group of friends despite some heavy resistance – especially from David; she reminded herself to give her brother a hug later for trying – and for what?
For him to just “reconnect” with his ex at what was supposed to be their engagement party?
“I’m so sorry, Em. I never meant to hurt you like this. It just… happened. I can’t help how I feel.”
She scoffed in disgust. What an asshole. A total prick.
She finished off her fifth – sixth? – bottle of beer and popped open another. Maybe after another few she’d forget the sight of him with his tongue down that other woman’s throat. Maybe she’d forget the shock and guilt on his face when she’d dropped her glass of champagne at seeing them together, stunned to see her betrothed blatantly cheating on her by the bathrooms while their party guests mulled about in the main room, completely clueless.
My fave thing about sapphic culture is how we make everything gay…. The trans lesbian moon, her pan gf the sun, the nb bi ocean, mountains are gay, those gay ass swans, like everything is gay and you know what? The world needed a little less heterosexuality and a lot more sapphicism and we are getting there one wlw shitpost at a time
One distinct practice that’s seen within the Sith Order is the adornment of Sith tattoos. Although the designs and placements of these tattoos vary between species, as well as individuals, the tradition itself can be traced back to the days of the Ancients.
The original Sith “tattoos” were not tattoos at all but temporary, decorative marks. These markings have their roots in an old tale regarding a goddess and a long extinct animal of Korriban.
Stories of the Great Mother are considered to be the most well known source of “origin myths” of the Sith people. The story states the very first Sith being began life as a mowhef, a fierce, predatory animal native to Korriban. But through one final wager the mowhef found herself blessed, was given a name (Marserha) and became a Sith. When she turned into a Sith, she also retained the stripes on her arms and legs.
Even though she was the mother of all Sith, none of her children inherited the stripes.
Initially, the lack of stripes was a non-issue for the Sith. But over many generations, her children (which mostly refer to the Kissai caste) began to adopt and decorate the Mother’s Marks onto their own arms and legs.
The markings were painted on with a paste made from a native plant that would stain the skin but were temporary and faded with time. These markings were seen as way to honor their Mother and ask the gods for blessings.
Surviving records show that the marks were only ever worn on the arms and legs (and by extension, the hands and feet). This was an obvious link to both Marserha and the connection to the mowhef, but it may also have some basis in the saying: arms wield weapons and legs carry you into battle.
Over time the Six Pointed Star of Ahmurn was added to the marks since he was considered to be the father of all Sith. The marriage of the star and stripes also symbolized the union between Ahmurn and Marserha.
While the simple designs were the norm for a while, eventually the stripes began to morph into more and more intricate, artistic designs.
By the time the Exiles had arrived on Korriban, the Sith markings came in countless variations, patterns, and designs but still only worn on the arms and legs.
In the present day, some Sith purebloods have adopted tattoos but most continue the tradition of decorating their limbs the way their people have throughout the ages. Since the old gods, including the Great Mother herself, are no longer worshiped the marking are usually considered as a way of honoring the ancestors and Sith heritage.
Most of the the detailed and time consuming designs are worn during special occasions in one’s life, such as: becoming an apprentice/Lord/Darth, getting married, anticipating the arrival of a new child, in preparations for a major battle, and anything else that may be considered personally important to a Sith. There are smaller, simpler designs that are also worn, but these are mainly for decorative purposes.
Aside from the purebloods in the Sith Order, the human Sith have their own marks.
Unlike their pureblood counterparts, most human Sith have actual tattoos that are worn on the face and red in color. Both human Sith and Imperial scholars are unsure of the “when and why” this has happened. But the most accepted reason behind the tattoos seems to be that they signify traceable Sith blood within that person’s family line.
In recent times, the Sith Order has allowed aliens to join their ranks. Some of these aliens, such as Zabraks and Mirialans, have their own cultural traditions regarding the tattoos they wear and should not be confused with Sith tattoos or markings.
Others, like certain Twi’leks, come from varying backgrounds or simply do not have a significant cultural identity of their own due to personal circumstances in their lives. Some of these aliens, particular red-skinned ones, seem to cover their whole body in black tattoos. This adoption of “Sith tattoos” among the aliens are seen as a bastardization of old customs by some purebloods while others do not seem to mind one way or another.
BIG OL’ THANKS TO @thegarbagechute !!!! like gosh… look how freakin lovely the pics are…. ;3;
insert usual disclaimers: personal headcanon, etc, feel free to use or ignore, etc.
vday is long gone, but me and my drabbles are not! haHA! sorry i’m lame. please keep in mind that delena isn’t/wasn’t thing in this scenario. kai is a friend to the gang. elena isn’t asleep. yada yada yada. pls let me know what you think!!
(remember that none of the gifs are mine!!!)
“All that mushy-gushy stuff makes me wanna vomit!” ft Damon Salvatore
You miss the days when your friends were all single. Or at least kind of single and all lived in the same place. Nowadays, you’d be lucky if you saw Matt every couple of months. Caroline and Stefan were trying hard to incorporate everyone into their holiday plans, but it was their first year as a married couple. Elena was with Bonnie, who’s all the way in New Orleans trying to connect with an old family friend. Jeremy and Tyler and Kai were vacationing on the West Coast and that just left you and Damon in Mystic Falls.
You tried to convince Damon to leave town with you for a few days, but he just rolled his eyes. You two had a very wierd friendship: you two were almost at the point where you’d jump each other’s bones. You were always scared to though because you could never be sure with him. He was still heartbroken and he flirted with anyone who had a vagina or Ric.
Alas, it was Valentine’s Day. Stefan and Caroline went on a small vacation to the Swiss Alps and the others were nowhere to be seen. That left you with nothing to do but go ahead and bug Damon… or seduce him, but you didn’t wanna get your hopes up.
“Daaaamooonnnnn,” you call him out, stretching out his name like you know he hates. “C’mon old man. It’s Valentine’s Day!”
“What do you want?” Damon steps into the living room: bottle of bourbon in hand, signature black dress shirt left wide open, and his everyday black pants.
“Damon, it’s Valentine’s Day! Let’s go do something like–”
“No, I hate dates.”
“That’s not what I was–”
“And no mushy gushy stuff,” he lets out an exaggerated shiver and takes a swig of his bourbon.
“All that mushy-gushy stuff makes me wanna vomit. Do you not know me at all?” You cross your arms over your chest and Damon eyes immediately land on your chest.
“Well then what the hell did you want to do?” He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before a realization sets in. “Wait a minute… do you want to have sex with me?”
“Damon! Ew, no!” You scrunch up your face and he gives you his sex eyes.
“C’mon, you know you want this!” He smirks and walks over to you, playfully running his hands down his abdomen as you turn away from him. “You know you think about this all the time.”
“Damon, stop that right now!” You turn around to look at him, not realizing how close he is to your face. You falter, taking a step back and nearly tripping. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for you, Damon catches you and pulls you back up pressing your chest against his.
“Careful there. We don’t want you to get hurt before anything actually happens,” he smiles at you as you blow your bangs out of your face.
“And what makes you think that anything will actually happen, huh?” You glare at Damon and he gives you a gentle smile.
“I can smell your arousal from a mile away. Do you really wanna play that game?” You open your mouth to argue with him, but he cuts you off. “Come on, we’re both single. We’re alone. We’ve got a whole week to break all the beds in this place. What do you say?”
“A week? Come on, that’s pushing it,” you roll your eyes and tilt your head up, teasingly brushing your lips against his. “I’d say two days tops.”
i see a lot of posts going around about how the process of making art is essentially just tears and experiencing The Struggle™ and while those are ALL TRUE i would also like to point out the GOOD THINGS about making art!!!!!!
when u finally find that ONE PERFECT SHADE OF COLOR
experimenting with different art styles
those tiny mindless doodles u make on the corner of the page
flipping ur canvas and seeing that ur drawing isnt TOO asymmetrical
[picks brush u dont often use] why the HECK dont i use this more often???
putting ur music on shuffle and a song that fits the scene of what ure drawing comes on
turning off ur lineart layer and having a good laugh over how ur color layer looks like a melting ice cream
drawing something u’ve never tried and realizing that u LIKE IT
when ur friend does the compliment thing. thank u friend
drawing a curvy line and GETTING IT RIGHT THE FIRST TRY
overlay. thats it
spacing out in the middle of sketching/lining/coloring and 5 mins later going like o HEY COOL i can draw
that tiny pop when u stretch ur back after hours of arting
seeing the final result and thinking goddamn!!!!!!
anon asked for an imagine where the reader accidentally touches Justin’s bratwurst (10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU) while trying to get her pencil back from him and smut pllss
Alright, like I said before, smut is not my strong suit, but I will try my best to do it.Hopefully I am not so shit as I think I am at it.
Projects were the bane of your existence. If there were any people in the world who actually liked doing making things for Physics, they were absolutely psychotic, you concluded.You hated it with a passion. Now maybe it was because the minute that complicated formulas and math problems came into science you started to severely failing your classes, but if there was anything worse than doing a project on it’s own, it was being paired with your boyfriend, Justin Foley. Normal people would rejoice if they got partnered with their significant other, but since you knew that Justin was not the type to focus and actually help his partners during a project, you were absolutely angered. Especially since you two were dating, because the chances of him acting up were one hundred percent positive.
You were exactly right. And it did not help at all that you enjoyed being in Justin’s company, because you were getting distracted as well. A little more agitated than anything though.
“Come on, Justin.” You sighed when he snatched your pencil from your hands, lifting up your goggles. “I have to write down these lab reports. Mr. Hall will be on my ass if we don’t get them down.”
You noticed that everyone was beginning to put away, snapping off their latex gloves and cleaning their stations. You looked at Justin with your eyebrows raised and he just grinned, placing the pencil in his pocket.
“For a kiss it is all yours.” He smirked, taking his goggles off.
“Justin we’re in class, please the bell is about to ring, let me write the reports.” You sighed.
He just shrugged and began to slowly take off his lab coat, the smug smirk still playing on his features. You groaned and launched yourself at him, grabbing roughly at the place where you thought the pencil was, causing Justin to jump and suck in a breath.
“Y/N, that is not your pencil!” Justin hissed, suddenly going red in the face.
This time you grinned and then squeezed harder, before moving your hand into his pocket and grabbing your pencil. You moved away from Justin and bent over the table, writing down all of the reports. You felt someone extremely close to your backside as you finished the last bit of calculations, and you snorted when you saw Justin still tomato faced and covering the front of his pants.
“What’s up now, Justin?” You smirked this time, gathering the lab equipment. He narrowed his eyes at you and picked up one hand, pointing a finger at you just as the bell rang.
“You can’t do that, Y/N!” Justin growled, following very closely behind you as the teacher went to monitor the halls. You two were the last ones in the class, everyone else had been done and gone right when the bell rang.
“Do what, Justin?” You feigned innocence, knowing that what you had done was only to get him off your ass. Maybe it hadn’t been the best plan. At least the reports were done.
“You know exactly what you did, Y/N.” Justin said, helping you to wipe down your lab table. He burrowed his head deep into the side of your neck when you were close to him, his voice deep and needy. “Grabbing me and then bending over the table. That lab coat doesn’t hide the fact that those jeans hug your ass, baby.”
You shuddered and then let out a laugh, removing your own lab coat and goggles before grabbing your backpack. You grabbed the collar of his letterman and brought him forward, kissing him before bringing his ear to your lips, nibbling on the soft skin of his earlobe.
“Maybe,” You whispered lowly, letting your tongue make an appearance. “that’s what you get for being an absolute asshole and making me late for my next class.”
You pushed him away and started to walk outside of the lab room, waving to Mr. Hall from his post and going in the direction of your next class. In all honesty seeing Justin so hot and bothered had begun to get you a little warm, since there was definitely a lot to hide in those jeans of his. You were just glad that it was not so obvious on you than it was on him.
There were loud footsteps behind you as the crowds began to thin, signalling that you were indeed going to be late to your next class. You groaned and cursed Justin, just as you rounded the corner of an empty hall. Well, almost empty. There was one of the jocks at the end of the hallway, the one that you identified as Jeff.
“Hey, Y/N!” He called out, smiling and waving.
“Hey Jeff!” You smiled back.
There were loud footsteps behind you before Jeff was snorting into his hand. “Hey, Justin! Nice to know that you make sure Y/N knows she looks good.”
Jeff laughed out loud before entering a class at the end of the hallway, shaking his head. You turned to see that Justin had dropped his bag and was slowly picking things up, his little friend not completely hidden from view. You sighed and went to help him, squatting down and picking up his books.
“You know what they say, Y/N,” Justin said when he looked up, stuffing his pens in his bag.You looked up at him and he licked his lips, his eyes darting your own. “If you’re already late might as well be hella late.”
You sighed, pulling yourself up and handing him his books. Well, book and journals. You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder quickly. “No, Justin. I think it’s why bother going at all.”
You grabbed Justin’s hand, knowing that he wasn’t expecting it, dragging him to the nearest closet and shoving him in. You made sure the coast was clear before locking the door behind you and turning to face Justin. He was breathing hard, his back pressed up against a bookshelf of cleaning supplies, his bag thrown at the other end of the closet carelessly.
“Oh, fuck, Y/N you’re-”
You shut him up, not wanting him to say anything, pressing your lips to his and latching your fists into the collar of his letterman. His hands grabbed roughly onto the material of your shirt, bringing it up and exposing your skin. His teeth grazed your bottom lip as your hands slowly moved to his hair, low noises coming from the back of his throat. You knew this was wrong and that there was a chance of getting caught and that’s what made your heart pump faster as you slowly inched your tongue into his mouth.
“Fuck, Justin, take this shit off.” You breathed after a few moments, yanking at his thick jacket. He pulled away and threw it to the ground, grabbing you by the ass this time and forcing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.
You could feel his hard on through his pants, and you teasingly let one hand glide down and rub harshly at it, causing his hips to buck into your palms as a low growl escaped him. One of his other hands moved from your ass to the front of your shirt, and he groped at your boob through your bra. You let out a low moan as he pinned you against the wall, pulling your mouth from his to catch your breath. He placed his hot mouth on the skin of your neck the moment your lips left his, wet, sloppy kisses trailing from your jaw to the crook of your neck. You could literally feel the hickeys forming, his nibbling teeth and tongue making your neck wet and bruised. Eventually he was ready to kiss you again, and you took the time you two were separated slightly to remove your shirt, revealing the pink, lacy bra that you had on underneath. Justin stared at it for a second in awe before pushing your more forcefully up against the wall his erection pressing into your clothed heat. You palmed him through his pants as he attacked your neck once more, the other hand going to his hair and tugging at the roots of it. Justin let a loud moan out, his pink lips opening and staying still for a second as he relished in the feeling. He pulled back, panting, before removing his own shirt, his need evident in his hurry.
“Fuck, I don’t know how you always manage to get me harder and harder each day.” Justin said to you once he was connected to you again, his mouth only inches apart from yours, his eyes looking directly into your own.
“Just fuck me already, Justin.”
Justin placed his mouth on yours and let his tongue slide into it, one hand placed next to your head on the wall, the other occupied with the job of unbuttoning your jeans. You grabbed at his cheeks and bit his bottom lip slightly, before giving him another long, passionate kiss. He finally pulled your pants down and let you down so you could remove them completely as he took off his own.
“Jesus Christ, did you grow, Justin?” You teased him breathlessly, and he looked down as if to check. When he realized what you said he rolled his eyes and charged forward, grabbing your sides and lifting you up once more.
“I love you, Y/N.” Justin said as he unclipped your bra, sending it falling to the floor. “I love your body, but I love you more.”
You smiled and brought his lips to yours, his hard (also long, lets be honest) erection pressing into your inner thigh. “Just fucking fuck me, Justin. I love you too.”
~~ I COULDN’T DO THE WHOLE SMUT! I MEAN I GOT PRETTY FAR BUT I FEEL SO DIRTY!! PLS DON’t BE MAD ANON!!! STILL LOVE ME AND LOVE IT
as always, this is unedited, so go away h8ers i am giving a disclaimer
OKAY so i’ve concluded that i can do kind of smutty things, so you can request kind of smutty imagines but i just can’t do the whole weenie in the hot dog bun part. It’s just because writing it makes me feel like such a sinner. I had church today, you know.
honestly im really interested in the list of canon thing you found!! pls make a list
you asked >B)
so, all of the evidence towards dave being trans is SUPER subtle and mostly wardrobe based.
the main problem with it is that a lot of the context clues are based off of a cisnormative worldview, which doesn’t surprise me because andrew hussie is a cis guy and often writes in a a cisnormative way but here goes;
so first off lets talk about wardrobe as a child. we know that john has a spades shirt and dave comparatively has a heart shirt and since card suits are a recurring theme we could just leave it there. theres a bunch of speculation about why hussie gave dave the heart but heres mine;
daves toxic masculinity arc indicates that bro is a man with a very homophobic, cisnormative, hypermasculine mindset. idk if you’ve ever seen a cis person like this try to pick out clothes for their kid but tldr i don’t think bro strider would give a heart shirt to his kid if he thought he was a boy. furthering that i do think he was vaguely accepting of dave being a guy but resultingly turned up the heat on training and forced dave constantly to “prove” himself as a guy in order to be validated. this would really cause some emotional constipation about sexuality and identity tbh.
then we have his infamous tank top+long sleeved shirt combo theory. to a lot of trans guys the next best thing is layering especially if they’re not allowed to have a binder. for this i feel like its a mixture of bro not getting dave a binder because why would he be that nice + the fact that dave at 13 probably wouldn’t be very developed yet, just enough to be uncomfortable and have to layer his clothes.
i personally like to think of it like a loose tank over a tight compression shirt, which bro actually WOULD buy dave because it’s a garment designed for sports and training.
oh boy! my favorite! dave + suits. in case you didn’t notice, everysingleoutfit dave alchemized is a suit. this goes back to the layering sitation but ALSO, in my experience as a trans guy who hangs out with other trans guys, we all wanna look a little dapper sometimes. especially when we first get that freedom of wardrobe. that’s not to say ALL trans guys are like that of course so don’t assume anything, but i perceive daves thing for suits as a very trans guy thing.
his hangup with being attracted to guys is dubiously indicative of being trans, but the fact that his masculinity hinges on who he’s attracted to is a red flag. i can’t tell you how invalidating to my identity it is when people assume or imply that im straight because i like dudes. i can’t imagine what a 13 year old would be like in that position, with the hypermasculine upbringing that he has.
the actual obsession with dicks. like this is really common among young teenage boys in general but daves sense of humor being irony its easy to make the connection of: dave, drawing many dicks: haha get it its ironic bc i dont have one lmao
hella jeff is trans (NSFW link; it’s a canon sbahj comic, tw for an incest joke) and you’d think that as much as dave likes to draw dicks he wouldn’t have been shy about putting one on hella jeff if he were cis but he’s not.
there are a lot of theories about how dave self-inserts his insecurities in sbahj through hella jeff too especially about being attracted to dudes.
because of the context this is probably the most dubious bit of evidence towards trans dave out there. we know that female trolls are stronger/more violent, so this could be in reference to that.
however, some female trolls(the adults, namely) are shown to have breasts, and i know by the time i was thirteen i’d already developed them, so it makes sense to me that he could be mistaken for a girl because of this.
it also indicates pretty clearly that he was misgendered by a troll and it bothered him so much that he had to bring it up later.