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THE VIBES TODAY ARE RESPECTING TRANS PEOPLE’S PRONOUNS

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@white feminists: stop telling brown girls they’re “harming” feminism when they shave their body hair and conform to beauty standards. It’s much harder for brown women to pull off not conforming than white women. There’s a very harsh double standard when it comes to body hair and beauty standards in general on brown girls. (if ur white maybe reblog this to support ur brown sisters)
this is all you need to see and know. im not going to subject you to a 2 mile post of vicious transphobia. if you see someone with “hygienic” in their url or description they’re probably a terf. Â
In case you need more evidence that terfs are fascists here they are using a tactic extremely common to the alt right.
When fascists make dogwhistles, they do it to make those dogwhistles sound intentionally stupid. Its why the alt right picked a picture of a cartoon frog or “clown world” or the milk emoji or the 👌 ok hand sign.
They do this so that when someone goes “hey I’m seeing a lot of pictures that are violently racist and antisemitic using pepe the frog” they can go “THESE SILLY LEFTISTS! GETTING OFFENDED OVER A CARTOON FROG! WHATS NEXT, GETTING OFFENDED THE SKY IS BLUE?” And onlookers unaware of stupid internet culture may assume that, yes, people are just offended by a cartoon frog.
Its the same shit. Terfs intentionally picked the term hygiene to use as their new dogwhistle, specifically so that the second anyone points out its a dogwhistle they can go “HAHA SO BATHING IS TRANSPHOBIC NOW? ITS TRANSPHOBIC TO BE HYGIENIC?” it is literally the same shit. It is so ppl unaware of what terfs believe and what they are become more sympathetic to them because calling them on their dogwhistles makes us look crazy.
Don’t fall for this shit. These people are fascists.
also: “hygienic” is literally like. a eugenics term. people who have the “incorrect” genetics or could “pass on undesirable traits” are referred to as. unhygienic. this isn’t just a thing they can use to mock people who protest it, it is specifically linked to fascist ideology as a term
All species, all cultures have music. Humans are not special for their wide variety of cultures and genres, not when other species span multiple planets and so tens more cultures.
What confused aliens, however, was the look on their faces, of disgust, no, something else, before they turned off their newly gifted translators.
"What are you doing? Do you not like our music? We understand if you do, some music in the universe plays too high or too loud for others to listen to safely." Fortunately the aliens' translators still worked just fine.
"No, no." The human picks up their headset again, sliding it back over their ears. "I just wanted to hear it properly."
"Is it too soft? You could have just turned up the volume. How will you understand it now?"
"Sometimes. Songs just hit differently when you hear it the way it's supposed to be." They sway and tap in the manner the manual insists is a sign of enjoyment. "Covers and dubs are nice and all, but y'know. Subs never hurt anybody."
What.
In terms of bonding- stuffed animals? Like, we crave affection so much that we make little fake animals to cuddle with. We use them for comfort when we're young and can even get distressed when we don't have them with us. As well as the fact that we save them and pass them on to younger generations. Even when their eyes have fallen out and all the fur is loved off, we love them, in fact, they may become even more precious at that point.
Yes, that is a mass-produced piece of cloth, stuffing and buttons. Yes, it is identical to thousands of other items. No, you can not get the human a new mass-produced piece of cloth, stuffing and buttons to fill the same function. Only this mass-produced item can fill the function.
The function is somewhat unclear.
The mass-produced piece of clothing, stuffing and buttons must always be in a place of honor in the living quarters. The mass-produced item is not allowed to be covered with other items or fall over. That is bad for the mass-produced piece of clothing, stuffing and buttons even though it is not physically harmed. Items indicating actual honors, such as certificates or medals, can be covered or fall down. That is acceptable.
If the mass-produced piece of clothing, stuffing and buttons has unacceptably fallen on the ground where it may be inadvertently nudged with one’s mobility appendages, that is very bad and disrespectful to the item. Apologies are required, but should be directed at both item and human. The item will not reply.
The human may engage the mass-produced piece of clothing, stuffing and buttons in conversation. Most mass-produced items lack the capability to make any sound, and those that were produced with the capability are limited to prerecorded generic comments not indicative of sentience. Furthermore, the mass-produced item is incapable of any other response type, including movement, radio wave transmission, or temperature manipulation. The human will not appear to notice.Â
Further study is being done to determine if there is another dimension of life humans are attuned to but have not recorded in the scientific literature.

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Your needs as a nonbinary person should be accommodated and respected, and you're not imposing yourself on anyone by being unable to fit into their little binary boxes.
They imposed on you by assuming that you should.
ASMR: It is the year 12,000. You have strayed far from your family’s encampment while foraging for nutrients, and you stumble upon a peculiar structure in the wilderness. It is overgrown with strange, stunted plants, and as you approach, a hologram is activated. The ghostly image of an ancient votary of the atomic priesthood appears before you and delivers a pre-recorded message in a language that is at once alien to you, and strangely familiar... you have stumbled across one of the Great Old Ones nuclear waste disposal sites, from before the world moved on...
[Script is the summary of the proposed long-time nuclear waste warning messages from the Sandia report, aimed at protecting humanity from the threat of nuclear waste for at least 10,000 years, even after civilization collapse]
okay but “nuclear priest” is the COOLEST CONCEPT
Okay, I turned this into a looping sci-fi soundscape.
The People spoke, long ago, of a voice and a face that appeared in the sky here, warning people that this was not a place of honor. But time, and memory fade into legend and myth, and by the time The Threat came down from the skies, both voice and face were a thing only seen in stories, and the only sign the People had of any danger were the thorns- giant spikes of metal and stone arching over the entire place. And like the ground-lizard hides in between the spines of the cactus, The People hid from The Threat in the only spot the Threat refused to go- in and around the thorns. Even then the story still lived on, for this was not a place where The People sought honor. This was a place where they survived. And when the Threat finally left again, a place where they grew and flourished, and prospered, going so far as to raise buildings and an entire city in and among those thorns and spikes. But the story, and the name lived on.
And so it was when the Breaker of Swords, the Arcanist, and Two-Knife Jemmi came to the City named Dishonor...
Character Concept: Nuclear Warlock
Rather than some great being as your patron, you once stumbled upon a site of fell energy. This energy reshaped you, tainting your body deeply, but also giving you great power that threatens, at times, to tear from your body and poison the land.
*sigh* “No you can’t have God as a favored enemy”
The dm to our ranger
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Star Wars Concept:
So a couple things about Coruscant, circa roughly right before Order 66 and probably during the whole Empire too but I like the Prequel era as a backdrop so bear with me:
Most of Coruscant’s population technically lives in the sam building as the rich and powerful but MUCH lower down and the levels aren’t necessarily easily acessible.
Padme mentions in an episode of TCW that power rationing in the lower levels had gotten to the point where her senatorial aides only had power and running water once a week.
Coruscant’s police department is underfunded and too small for the sheer masses it’s supposed to patrol, so a lot of “crime” occurs in the form of “Normal business transactions but we ain’t paying taxes for services we’ll never see”
It gets more dangerous the farther down you go not necessarily because of crime but because the lower levels are full of things like Giant Mutant Rats, Escaped Monsters From The Pet Trade, and Monstrous Eyeless Humanoids That Might Have Been Normal People Several Centuries Ago Until They Stopped Being Able To See The Sun And Also Might Like To Eat Toes
But between food shortages, a lack of regulation and Lots of large Animals Down There, you can’t tell me there aren’t people who are effectively Ecumenopolis Bush-Meat Hunters. Owing to the lack of actual Bush and the Rule Of Cool, we’ll call them Dark Meat Hunters.
Anyone willing to brave The Deep Dark and come back with fresh* meat for thier hungry communities and maybe also some cool tusks the size of your whole leg is probably a very respected member of thier community**, and with the proliferation of military-grade weapons in Star Wars it’s probably not that difficult to get your hands on the appropriate gear*** So there’s probably an entire collective of Dark Meat Hunters. Some of them might have even made firends with the Eyeless Humanoids**** and formed cooperative You-Return-Any-Lost-Eyed-People-You-Find-And-I’ll-Smuggle-Some-Vaccines-Down relationships with them.
*Well, it was killed today and is free of any visible parasites at least. You should porbably have your steak well-done though. As a precaution.
**Not Canon, but heavily suggested by canon: If there aren’t enough cops and it’s a beauractic nightmare anyway, it might not be that hard for say, an entire city block to stop paying taxes and turn themselves into an autonomus commune if they didn’t actively pick fights.
***Drive your friend’s crappy speeder at the truck hard enoug and you could LITERALLY knock an arms dealer over.
**** Hunter 1, new on the job: “WHAT IS THAT HIDEOUS CREATURE???” Hunter 2: “What? Oh, that’s Eyeless Bob. Say Hi Bob!” Bob: *Throaty, wet gibbering noises and flailing*  Hunter 2: “HA! You’re hilarious.” Hunter 1: “You can understand him?” Hunter 2: “Sure, it takes a bit to get used to his accent but he’s a riot at parties.”
Aw man this has potential for a short story/RPG characters/Art, but its 3 AM and i oughtta go to bed.
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This is frikkin’ brilliant.
Oh hey I’m not done with this yet:
-Dark Meat Hunters are rarely solo- it’s way easier to take down a Mutant Pig-Rat the size of a minivan when you’ve got some friends and maybe a riding animal to help you. it’s also a lot easier to hold down a good territiory or keep your books and sell your prey at market if you’ve got some friends who can do patrols and bookeeping and sales for you.
-Hence, most Dark meat Hunters are part of “gangs” which is Imperialst for “Community organization that doesn’t pay taxes”, that contain not only multiple types of hunters, but other food-generating professions, managment and in the larger groups, quality control to make sure whatever you dredged up isn’t going to sicken important clients.
-Some of the other food-generating operations include: Hydroponic farming in empty warehouses that still have sewerhookups, insect farming, fungal farming, water collection and purification, Deep fishing and Grand Theft Basil.
-Seriously, spices are at a premium and worth killing for in the half-starved mid and lower levels. There’s big money in ripping off fancy restaurants or rich people for seasoning.
-Hunters identify themselves with luminescent face and body paint, both to show they’re not prey and to identify what Clan they belong to. It’d be pretty dumb to get speared by your buddy just becuase he thought you were a rival gang member. Luminescent paint is also camoflage- many animals living in the sunless lower levels of Coruscant are bioluminescent themselves, to attract mates and rey, and to blend in with the neons.
-Speaking of Levels, consider: If the average Cloud Cover level is “0″
Cloud-Level: 0-1 miles below cloud cover, rich bitches. The senate, a good portion of the jedi temple and Padme Amidala’s penthouse are up here.
Upper Level: 1-2 mi below cloud cover, upper-class-but-not-the-1%, sa bit of an economic dead zone- food is delivered regularly enough that shortages are rare. If you’re sneaky you can do hydroponic farming, process water or insect farm. You’ll need guards, engineers to fix the sewer and powerlines, probably a few biologists with student loans, and someone to manage the beuacratic end of things (whether that’s bribery or a string of mssing tax collectors is up to the clan)
Mid-Level: 2-3 mi blow cc:  middle-class to poor, this is where dark food is sold, without the payment of taxes. limited light, limited power, MASSIVE shortages, this is where markets happen. Clan fights for control can get bitter and extremely voilent but are rarely public- the masses are already scared and desperate, open violence will only incite more violence and reduce sales. Public clan fights take the form of verbal taunting a vicious rumor mill. Once out of the market, things can get nasty- there’s a persistent rumor about the Dark Markets that if you piss of one of the clans enough, you could end up being their wares the next day.
Lower Level: 3-4 mi cc: Poor, actually less populated than the Mid-Level, almost no sunlight. This is where game starts to appear- escaped exotics from the pet trade, mutant rats, invasive small and medium game that’s adapted to city life. Wookies, Togruta, Trandoshans, and Rodians dominate the species makeup of the Hunters, many of them bringing thier planet-of-origin’s hunting traditions and hunting animals with them. Humans, Twi’lekk and other populous meat-eating species are common too, and many operate Hunt-Adjacent businesses, like trap and weapon maunfacurers, Kennels, bait-makers, outfitters and guides. Â
“Bottom” level: 4-4.5 mi cc.  About 4,5 miles down from the highest buildings is most of coruscant’s water table. Sections of it are acessible and are filled with billions of tons of blind sewer fish. Fishing’s a risky business- some of those fish are the size of tiberian freighters. This is also where many of the large carnivores like urban Nexu, narglatches and rancors live, where they don’t have to compete with the citizenry for food. Also down here are the ruins of the first civilization of coruscant, and open sections of former city filled with dark-growing mushrooms, extoic plants and all kinds of treasures, many of which can poison or eat you too. High risk, high reward, requires a biology degree to mine properly
4.5 miles and lower: Byssal level.Entirely underground (or underwater) , this is where the cnothic people (eyeless pale and slightly cannibalistic humanoids) live, and thier secrets are not easily given up. Poorly mapped and barely explored, “delving” here combines aspects of spelunking, mining, cartography, archeology and sheer dumb luck. People have come back with amazing things- original Kolto cultures, ancient force-user artifacts, paper books , but they also come back changed- hypersensitive to light and sound, and a little looser on the ethics of potentially eating members of your dig team
If i ever GM a Star War I’m stealing this for my game
Steal Away! And tell me all about it, this is a concept I highly encourage people to take and use in games/fic/art whatever!
“Requires a biology degree to mine properly”
Now I’m imagining the rivalry between the Actual Educated Hunters from the upper and mid levels, with their theoretical biology and higher-tech weapons, and the practical apprenticeship-based education of the lower level hunting clans.
“ah yes this monstrosity must have evolved from the common domesticated Loth-cat, and is likely vulnerable to sonic weapons”
“sure probably but they’ll also do ANYTHING for a rancor liver, and make great guard animals. This one’s name is Cheth, and she’s just a big sweety, isn’t she.”
And then they go hunting and the upper-level hunter almost gets eaten by a plant that HE thought was benign, and she’s like “yeah those do that? Started eating people about fifty years ago. Old Jes figures it’s a low-light adaptation, but I’m pretty sure it actually hybridized with Arzid Tentacle-bush. Either way, the seed-heads are actually pretty tasty grilled, if you can get past the claws.”
Just, like, the difference between up-to-date practical lived experience and theoretical training, and all the class tensions between them.
@systlin more Star Wars Lore direct from my dumpster fire of a brain

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My Weird Names for the Schools of Magic...
School of Abjuration
School of Renouncement
School of Rejection
School of Defense
School of Preservation
School of Security
School of Conjuration
School of Creation
School of Summoning
School of Formation
School of Construction
School of Fabrication
School of Generation
School of Inception
School of Conception
School of DivinationÂ
School of Fortune-Telling
School of Prophecy
School of Prediction
School of Clairvoyance
School of Decision
School of Vaticination
School of Information
School of Portention
School of Auspication
School of Seeing
School of Auguration
School of EnchantmentÂ
School of Hypnotism
School of Mesmerism
School of Fascination
School of Captivation
School of Entrancement
School of Bewitchment
School of Evocation
School of Destruction
School of Demolition
School of Ruination
School of Shattering
School of Devastation
School of Spoliation
School of Desolation
School of Annihilation
School of Obliteration
School of Elimination
School of Eradication
School of Extinction
School of Extermination
School of Decimation
School of Illusion
School of Hallucination
School of Imitation
School of Deception
School of Misperception
School of Delusion
School of Misconception
School of Fantasy
School of Dreams
School of Necromancy
School of Desecration
School of Occultism
School of Spiritualism
School of Transmutation
School of Alteration
School of Transition
School of Transformation
School of Mutation
School of Transfiguration
School of Evolution
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