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Oh, HAY, it me, nearly 40 vs me at 14 or so. I’m Cuban-American and neuroatypical. Didn’t start transition til I was 33, and wow was being closeted rough.

So. It’s Transgender Day of Visibility and a lot of folks are going to be sharing their transition pics. Please, please, please resist the urge to tell them they were attractive before.

Speaking from experience: for transmasculine folks, “but you’re such a pretty girl” is constantly trotted out to discourage us from transitioning. As if our only value is in how attractive we look. (And as if there isn’t a shit-ton of misogyny behind valuing women and perceived women only for their looks and treating their appearance as an issue of public consumption rather than personal expression/fulfillment.)

I found only trauma in being told how pretty my girl costume was, because pretending to be cis only brought me pain. Every fight over clothes, makeup, hair, etc. was a night I cried myself to sleep. And I cried a LOT in those days, even if people didn’t see it.

We trans folk have an uncomfortable relationship with being told we’re attractive by cis people. Because “attractive” is almost always code for “cis-passing”. Because, for trans women, their attractiveness is overwhelmingly tied to being objectified as a sexual fetish. Because, for non-binary and non-transitioning people, they still aren’t being told they are valuable and loved.

Here’s the thing, cis friends: transition photos really aren’t for *you*. We share the documentation of our transition as a way to give ourselves and other trans people hope. “Passing” is overwhelmingly an issue of safety, and any joy at putting some of our dysphoric demons to rest is clouded by all these messages that we’re finally “acceptable” to a cis audience.

Transition photos are photos of SURVIVAL. Transition photos document RECOVERY FROM TRAUMA. Just… just think about that.

By all means, tell trans people they are attractive (we do need to hear it from time to time, same as everyone else), but go beyond the obsession with what we used to look like. If you want to know more about transition, Google it, the same way we all had to. Engage with trans folks on their other strengths and talents. That will go much further to signify your allyship.


Teruyo is a restauranteur in Tokyo and activist from the Ainu culture, an indigenous community of northern Japan. She’s fighting for the survival of her mother tongue, which is spoken at varying levels of fluency by an unknown number of people. Throughout the 19th and 20th centuries, Ainu speakers faced harsh persecution by the state, with legislation forbidding their language’s use in the public sphere, including education. As a consequence, only 10 native speakers remain. 

However, while the Ainu language was pushed to the brink of extinction, the Ainu people have since launched a lively revivalist movement, especially among younger generations. As a result, L2 speakers are on the rise, and an Ainu-language magazine has been in circulation since 1997. Nonetheless, the movement receives little support from the Japanese government.

Today, there are more than 3,000 language communities facing a similarly precarious future, pushing back against centuries of repression and marginalization. We’re building tools to help language activists like Teruyo document, share, and sustain their ways of speaking.

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Hey Adventurers! There’s been an influx of new members lately so I thought now would be a good time to share our FAQ.

What is Tiny Adventure Club?

It’s a celebration of life’s tiny adventures, like trying new food, stargazing or simply surviving another week. A Tiny Adventure can be almost anything. 

How can I become a member of the Tiny Adventure Club?

Document and share your adventures in the #tinyadventureclub or #tiny adventure club tag. (I check both of them.)   Please  note: I ask that you do not submit adventures through the ask box or through messaging.  A full inbox doesn’t play nice with my executive dysfunction. But please feel free to drop a us message if you’d like!

What counts as a tiny adventure?

Adventure is relative. What counts as a tiny adventure is purely up to you. We’ve awarded badges to everything from getting out of bed to hiking for the first time. 

How do I get a badge?

I do my best to award as many badges as I can, but I’m just one small adventurer.  I go through the tag regularly and award them.

Make journals of:

  • dreams
  • food
  • finances
  • writing ideas
  • love
  • ideas for architects
  • city design ideas
  • beautiful and/or ugly sights
  • a history of one’s own writing life, written daily
  • reading/music/art, etc. encountered each day
  • rooms
  • elaborations on weather
  • people one sees-description
  • subway, bus, car or other trips (e.g., the same bus trip written about every day)
  • pleasures and/or pain
  • life’s everyday machinery: phones, stoves, computers, etc.
  • answering machine messages
  • round or rectangular things, other shapes
  • color
  • light
  • daily changes, e.g., a journal of one’s desk, table, etc.
  • the body and its parts
  • clocks/time-keeping
  • tenant-landlord situations
  • telephone calls (taped?)
  • skies
  • dangers
  • mail
  • sounds
  • coincidences & connections
  • times of solitude

Other journal ideas:

  • Write once a day in minute detail about one thing
  • Write every day at the same time, e.g. lunch poems, waking ideas, etc.
  • Write minimally: one line or sentence per day
  • Create a collaborative journal: musical notation and poetry; two writers alternating days; two writing about the same subject each day, etc.
  • Instead of using a book, write on paper and put it up on the wall (public journal).
  • and so on …

*** Bernadette Mayer is an American poet from Brooklyn. My creative writing professor shared this document with us on our first day and I just wanted to share it with more people because it has some really great ideas! I highly suggest checking out Mayer’s poetry too.

hey ya’ll if anyone you know shares a gdoc with you that you weren’t expecting, contact them and ask if they actually shared it. and if you don’t know the person, just delete the email.  there’s a phishing scam going around that’s using gdocs sharing and your permissions to gain access to people’s accounts (gifs and examples at this link.) 

remember, when someone actually shares a document with you they have already sent it to a specific google account. clicking on that blue button in the email notification should simply take you to the document itself, not google’s page for authorizing a third party application and giving it access to your information. stay safe!


Summary: Phil has a cheating boyfriend. Dan is a poet with a crush, facing an ultimatum.

Genre: University AU (poet!Dan)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, many elements of angst, implied smut, vague implication of abuse (only two lines)

Word Count: 33.6k

Fic Playlist (ordered chronologically to follow the storyline as it progresses)

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sign up to a library

take a train to places i have never been to

revisit my favourite museums and go to a lot of art exhibitions

cook good food

write and read

document and share more

worry about documenting and sharing less

swim at night

go on boat rides in the old green wooden boat

talk more/less

listen more

pick herbal teas

learn more about literature, food, paganism, herbs


This is what we enjoy the most. Interacting, documenting & sharing our best content, hoping to raise awareness. Many dolphins are becoming more and more curious and friendly with the divers that visit the Socorro Islands. Respect is the first step towards conservation.

Revillagigedo · March 2015
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BREAKING: Emmanuel Macron (EM!) wins the 2017 French Presidential Election
Independent centrist Emmanuel Macron will be the 25th president of France having beaten the far-right National Party's Marine Le Pen in the final round of the election on Sunday evening, according to exit polls.
By Gemma Acton

Gemma Acton at CNBC: 

Independent centrist Emmanuel Macron will be the 25th president of France having beaten the far-right National Party’s Marine Le Pen in the final round of the election on Sunday evening, according to exit polls.

Voter turnout was recorded at 65.30 percent as of 5:00 p.m. local time, according to an official statement from the Interior Ministry.

That figure compares to 71.96 percent at the same time during the last election in 2012 and 75.11 percent in 2007.

At 39-years old, Macron is set to be the youngest ever French president with his victory being interpreted as a boost for European cooperation, a concept of which he is a fervent advocate.

He is expected to push for a harder line on behalf of the European Union as the U.K. negotiates its exit from the trading bloc. On the other hand, while on the campaign trail, losing candidate Le Pen had advocated abandoning the euro currency used within the EU as well as closing the Union’s open borders.

A spokesperson for Macron’s En Marche movement claimed on Friday to have been aggressively hit by a “massive and co-ordinated” anonymous hacking operation which had resulted in 9 gigabytes’ worth of emails and financial data being posted online to a document sharing site called Pastebin.

This came at the tail end of a dramatic campaigning period that has seen a series of scandals, demonstrations and vicious rhetoric shake news and markets.

France has a population of around 64.89 million people, according to the latest estimates from the United Nations, with approximately 47 million eligible to vote in Sunday’s election.

Thank God Le Pen lost big time.

In Sickness and in Health (Grayson)

Summary: Your husband wakes you up in the middle of the night after getting sick, embarrassed and upset that he needs you to care for him.

Word Count: 1,487

Warnings: Mentions of vomit; descriptions of vomiting

Author’s Note: This one shot idea was requested by an anon, so I hope I did it justice! I apologize for taking so long to finish it; I was anxious about it turning out well and the anxiety caused me to put it off for a while. I hope you enjoy! As always, requests are always open!

“No, no, no, no, no…”

A low voice grumbles some distance away from you as you roll over in bed, your body heavy and exhausted. You were in the middle of a dream, a joyous dream in which you were laughing and driving down the highway with your husband in the passenger seat, both of you screaming along to the radio at the top of your lungs. The windows were down and the sunroof was open, causing the wind to throw your hair every which way and tangle it up in one giant mess, but you didn’t mind. How rare it was to be able to share such precious moments with your love because of how few and far between they seemed to be now. Recently, he always seemed to be out of town, promoting this or planning that, and no matter how proud of him you were, you couldn’t help but sometimes wish it would all stop long enough to be able to be a couple with him again.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit- “

The voice pulls you farther out of your sleep as you reach across the king-sized bed, fishing for a large, warm body that’s supposed to be wrapped up in the sheets, but as you pat the mattress, it’s nowhere to be found. With your eyes still closed, you frown, almost positive you still had five more days to be with him before he takes off to God knows what city next. Did you get your dates mixed up? Did he already take off without your knowledge? And if he did, why didn’t he kiss you goodbye like he always does?


The voice moans as you wipe the sleep from your eyes, glancing over at the digital clock on the end table. 4:14 AM. The last time you had been up this early was a little over three days ago, when you caught a nasty stomach bug that wouldn’t let you sleep for more than thirty minutes at a time without waking you up to upchuck into a wastebasket by your bedside. Just thinking about the toll it took on your body makes you lay a hand over your stomach, thankful it only lasted for twenty four hours, and that your husband didn’t catch it too…


The voice calls your name from behind the double doors of the master bathroom and you throw your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. The sight you find when you softly turn the knob and swing the doors open makes your heart drop: your husband is curled up in the fetal position next to a large, foul-smelling pile of bile, breathing heavily and squeezing his eyes shut in pain. You run over to him and crouch down next to his head to wipe the hair that has stuck itself to his forehead. His skin is clammy and hot.

Too late. It looks like he did catch the bug after all.

“Oh Gray, sweetheart, when did you get sick?” you question while stroking the side of his face with your thumb, hoping that your touch will help to distract from some of his anguish.

“I… maybe… not that long ago. I tried to make it to… the toilet, but… Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were in this much pain when you were sick. Why does it hurt so bad, Y/N?”

You wince at Grayson’s weak voice and silently kick yourself for not waking up to be there for him when he first felt like he was going to be ill. “I don’t know, love, but it won’t last much longer. How many times have you thrown up tonight?”

“Um… I think three already. I don’t… I don’t remember for sure.”

“Okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it, love. I’m going to roll you onto your other side to make sure you don’t inhale any of chemicals when I clean this up, but you’re going to have to help me, okay? When I count to three, just lift your body as high as you can and I’ll turn you.”

Grayson groans. “Okay, just be… be careful.”

“I’ll be as gentle as possible. Ready? One… two… three!”

You place your hands behind both of his shoulders and with a grunt, Grayson peels his upper body off of the floor. You take his weight in your arms and grit your teeth while turning him over onto his other side before attempting to place him back down as softly as possible. Grayson shivers as you place a wastebasket in front of him, instructing him to try and vomit into it from now on. After you gather most of the bile in paper towels and spray a generous layer of Clorox disinfectant onto the bathroom floor, Grayson groans again.

“Y/N? This is… this is gross, but… I think I laid in it on accident. Something still really smells, and I think it’s me… Oh god, I hope it’s not me.”

You scan his body before realizing he’s right; the side of his basketball shorts and the bottom of his cutoff are decorated in vomit. Grabbing a plastic bag from underneath the vanity sink, you open it and inform Grayson that you’re going to have to take his clothes off to help rid of the smell.

“Oh, gross… Okay, just get it off of me, Y/N. I don’t want to be covered in this shit.”

You work his shorts and shirt off of his body, turning them inside out and placing them in the bag. “Are you able to sit up, Gray? I can run a bath for you and let you soak for a while. That should help with both the stomach pain and the odor.”

“Can you stay with me while I’m in there?”

The trace of innocence in Grayson’s voice causes your heart to skip a beat. “Yes, love. I’m not going to leave you alone like this.”

“Okay, good. I don’t want you to leave me alone either.”

You begin to fill up the tub with hot water, checking the temperature every couple of minutes and turn on the jacuzzi jets you and Grayson had installed soon after signing the house deed. That moment is still one of your favorite memories of the two of you share because that document was the first one you signed as a married couple; it was the first one you signed with Grayson’s last name. Seeing his name attached to yours brought tears to your eyes and the realization began to set in: That is your husband. You are married to that man. Now, years later, you still wake up every morning completely in awe that he chose you to be his lawfully wedded wife.

“Is it ready yet?”

Grayson’s voice shakes you from your thoughts and you shut off the water just before it hits the brim of the tub. “Yep. You caught me just in time. Can you help me lift you up again?”

“Yeah, I’ll try my best.”

With an impressive amount of effort, you somehow manage to pull Grayson off the bathroom floor and guide him to the water. As he settles in, you wet a cold washcloth at the sink to place over his forehead and set the wastebasket on the far edge of the tub. You know he’s only just begun getting ill.

“I hate having you see me like this, Y/N.” Grayson struggles to push the words out.

You sit down on the ledge and reach in the water to take his hand. Your fingers intertwine together before bringing them to your lips, and as you place kisses on each one of his knuckles, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Oh, Gray, darling. This is what I eagerly signed up for when I agreed to marry you. In sickness and in health, remember?”

“Yeah, but I think that applies more toward terminal illnesses. Nowhere in the fine print did it ask you to clean up puke and help a smelly, naked man into the bathtub at four o’clock in the morning because he can’t help himself.”

You graze your free thumb over Grayson’s eyelids, upset that he’s never been able to fully grasp how much you love him. “Babe, you’re my whole world. Looking after you while you have little stomach bug pales in comparison to the fact that I would give up my life for you if I had to.”

Grayson sits up suddenly, his eyes growing wide. “Well, will you hold the trashcan for me? I’m about to be sick again.”

You reach over and grab the wastebasket for him. His body begins to shudder as he expels bile into the bin, his face turning red. You free one hand to rub his back before softly whispering, more to yourself than to Grayson:

“Anything for you, my love. Anything at all.”

No idea if people already know this or would be interested, but I just saw a post for cosmere book recommendations and thought I would share that if you email Brandon Sanderson through his website and ask nicely, he (or well, his assistant Adam) will send you a word document with the text copy of White Sand that the graphic novel is based on for FREE. The first chapter is in arcanum unbounded, but this is the whole first book (going beyond what is currently published in the graphic novels). Brandon only asks that you don’t share the document itself with anyone or discuss potential spoilers in public places. And I think that is SO COOL and some of you guys might be interested?

random jimin scenarios:

Hey guys! SINCE WE HIT 15K FOLLOWERS, I just had to give you guys something ;3; So here’s a little (6000+ word, whoops) Jimin story I’ve be putting together… actually, this story line holds significance to me, and if anyone can figure out why, then you will be rewarded… jk, but I’ll be happy :’) So anyway, hope you enjoy! Hopefully, I’ll get done with some requests soon~

- Devi :D

when I think about you… (fluff/angst)

word count: 6174

Pattering rain, subtle winds, black skies, it’s times like these when I stay dormant. I settle into the worn crème colored fabric of my suede couch, gripping a mug of Earl Grey with both my hands to let the heat lace through my fingers. It’s my special blend, three spoons of Lady Grey, half a cup of boiling water, half a cup of steamed milk, and vanilla cream to top.

There are a million things that could go through my mind, but instead it focuses on just one: him.

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Hello all. This is my first post of my official tumblr page and so I wanted to make sure to preface, introduce, and explain my concept/purpose of the page to the world. I’ll be sharing multiple journeys of mine, and these will feature variations of growths in some respect, whether that be internal or external, physical or emotional. It’ll also feature things I want to share with you that others have posted.

All of these journeys that I am continuing to have will fall under the umbrella of a transformation that I have called “bearification.” 2016 thus far has been a year of big change for me and I am currently recovering from surgery (and typing this on pain meds), so I’ll be posting more in the future with a clear mind. I hope the ramblings will be less too.

In the meantime, my main purpose for myself is to not just grow, but to help others grow in their own way utilizing my personal experience to help get you where you want to be.

I’m starting with the progress I’ve made thus far, from 180 to around 260, but I’m nowhere close to being done with where I want my personal aesthetic to be. You’ll find out what’s happening next. So, stay tuned.

Usually, these before-and-after shots are to demonstrate weight loss. I’m proud to say that this case is much different. I’ve come such a long way these past few years. I feel so much more comfortable in my skin. I feel so much more confident. Bigger is better for me. I’m becoming myself and I love it. The outside is beginning to match the inside. I will continue to lift and eat big. I will continue to document and share with y'all my journey and my life. Beach bear body, here I come. #Bearification #CadyBearon

Saiyuki Bang!

In honor of Saiyuki’s 20th birthday, we will be hosting a fanfiction big bang! If you’ve ever participated in one before, the rules will be very similar. Participants sign up to write a fanfic of at least 10k words, and then artists claim the fics and illustrate them. Stories get posted in full with their art once everyone is done.

This bang will be hosted on tumblr, because that’s easiest for the mods, but we will be cross posting to the livejournal community.

We will be requiring beta reading for this fic event, and we encourage authors to also sign up as betas! If you can’t write a fic or make art but still want to participate, beta reading would be a great way to do it. We aren’t going to screen quality, but we want to know that every fic got a second set of eyes before it got published.

We’ll also need pinch hitters for both artists and writers. A pinch hitter is someone who can fill in with a fic or piece of art in case someone drops out. There will be an option to sign up to pinch hit on the form.

All Rules under the cut. Also, view the full document here. We also have a page on our blog with the rules here. 

(Everything pertaining to the bang will be tagged “saiyukibang” if you want to track or blacklist it.)

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I was seeing a lot of Doreen Valiente on my dash today, and I wanted to reflect on how influential she has been on Traditional Witchcraft, the path she pursued after she parted with Gardner and went looking for something she could consider more authentic. She got to know a lot of the figures who practiced different witchcraft traditions, from those as bizarre as Charles Cardell of the Coven of Atho that faded into obscurity, to her close friend the very influential Robert Cochrane, she even got to meet Austin Osman Spare whose quiet influence on Traditional Witchcraft is greater than most people know.

What strikes me the most is how like us she is. Look at her young vibrant face there, selfie-photographing the goat foot candle sticks she obviously was proud of and photographed often. Doreen was proud of her education and reading, the tools and artifacts she collected and used, and her mystical experiences as a witch. She was a prolific and amazing writer, yet always wrote for a general literacy rather than an ye olde obscurantist style. She never seemed to be too big for her britches showing a humbleness and wonder at witchcraft that somehow aligned without contradiction to her self-empowerment.

We can’t ever know for sure, but based on how she interacted with media in her own time: I am confident that if Doreen were young today she would be blogging along with us and sharing instagram photos of her books and tools and writing up her latest poetry for her community to use and reblog. The Lady witch that did so many dignified and authoritative interviews wouldn’t shy from Youtube vlogging. She balanced her oaths and secrecy and privacy with a love of sharing what could be ethically shared freely with grace. We are still learning so much about this woman that seemed so public yet held so much back. This is my witch mighty dead role model. When folks get grumpy and make fun of how much we share and document of our practice, I always think of her and how she traversed the world of the witchcraft revival and documented it with common sense and attitude.  Much of what we know about important witchcraft figures is from her testimonials and historical research.

  • Title: Saudade
  • Pairing: Chris x MC (romantic), Zig x MC (romantic), Kaitlyn x MC (not romantic), James x MC (not romantic)
  • Summary: My entry for this week #ChoicesCreates @hollyashton  @firefly-hwufanficwriter

Originally posted by pinepizzalove

Saudade: deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.

It is said that it’s easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend, and perhaps it is true. Had she not had anything but open arms for Becca when she changed? Becca, who had belittled and humiliated her since the very beginning, had received nothing but forgiveness and a warm smile when she asked for forgiveness.

But Becca hadn’t betrayed her, because there was nothing to betray. The people she was finding so hard to look in the eye right now, those had been people that nourished her trust before smashing it to pieces.

She had felt safe, love, cared in their company, their comforting words, the shared laughs, their touch, the caring glint in their eyes and easy smiles. She had allowed herself to relish in that feeling, the feeling of being understood, of shared pain, of healing warmth, of the connection of souls. Yet now, her pain wasn’t shared anymore.

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Do you recall a document shared on the J-drive titled the Jonad Files? Uh, no. In fact, Mr. Egan, I was told that you encouraged staffers to add to this glossary of abuse. I do not at this moment in time recall the action nor the document in question. Okay, maybe this will jog your memory. We have some extracts.


A friend just say to share and post homework I get weekly from all my classes to give a glimpse of life on campus. Everything starting from this term. I feel that this is a chance to document and share my growth through my time at art center. (At least the interesting stuff)  For warning - I may disappear from reality for weeks at a time. BUT I WILL BE HERE!! I’ll figure something out to keep in contact with y’all - This is from my Design Process 1

More to come~