On 29 May 2026, Ghana's Parliament passed a law criminalising LGBT+ people, their allies, their advocates, and anyone who refuses to look away. It has been two days. Not one major government has issued a statement. Not one international institution has picked up the phone loud enough for anyone to hear.
This is what abandonment looks like. It does not always come with a announcement. Sometimes it just looks like silence on a weekend while people's lives get dismantled.
The UK is about to host Ghana's President at an investment summit in London. The EU has active partnerships with Accra. The IMF has an ongoing programme with Ghana. The African Union exists. The UN exists. And yet the loudest sound coming from any of them right now is nothing.
LGBT+ Ghanaians are not a talking point. They are people who woke up on Friday to a parliament that voted to make them criminals. They are people who are right now calculating whether they are safe, whether their landlord will use this law, whether their employer will, whether their family will. That calculation is happening in real time while the world decides whether this is worth a statement.
The world is silent. That silence is a choice. And history will record who made it.
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You should take some time to read @3liza's post documenting the Phantom Report Bug (which she deserves praise for doing, thank you eliza) and see how fucking broken Tumblr's report tool is.
I also want to reiterate something she is once again correct about: no one files bug reports. I have first hand experience working at Tumblr and I remember having to tell web devs on Staff "i saw a post about someone talking about a bug" and they were unaware because no one followed through to file a bug. I have fixed bugs that I saw people posting about that were in my domain (I'm a mobile dev) but were not in the system.
No this is not an endorsement of "complain about it enough and eventually someone will see it", this is an endorsement of "file a bug report directly to computer companies and people will most likely read it and probably fix it". I mean it this is not a Tumblr-only thing. I've seen this at every company I've worked for. Just fucking file a bug report please I beg you, software gets complicated and the devs are just unaware that there's a bug until you bring it to your attention. And they want to fix the bug! I promise!
WHAT AM I ALWAYS SAYING TO YOU PEOPLE. COMPLAINING GETS THE GOODS. YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO GET MAD UNTIL YOUVE COMPLAINED ABOUT THE PROBLEM TO SOMEONE WHOSE JOB IT IS TO FIX IT
hi!!! i wanted to ask your thoughts and opinions on the Yemoja, Olorun, Baron Samedi, and Maman Brigitte designs from SMITE (<- it was in tandem w your thoughts on the guys from hades). or at least bring your attention to them lol. Yemoja's angel skin is So pretty (imo lol). images of them are in respective order (including Yemoja's angel skin) :)
Maman Brigitte was designed to be biracial btw! there was Crazy debate back when she was revealed to be the next god whether or not she should be Black or white and the devs decided she'd be biracial
Oh these FUCK 🥹 the lighting, the color! Very fun. Do they actually look like this in the game they're in? 😅
I wasn't sure about letting this Hydromancer into the party at first, but it turns out her sword arm is unparalleled, and she only dabbled into Hydromancy so she could intentionally contain the enemy's blood after she rained countless slashes upon them like a meteor shower on the clear night sky for the express purpose of striking a pose, muttering "zan", and then releasing all of the blood on their wounds at once in a spectacle that the villager elder described "sick as fuck".
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It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!
My eternal rival has acquired an accurséd amulet that contains the dark soul of the relentless evil our ancestors once sacrificed themselves to seal away.
His hubris in thinking that he can control such terrible power will surely be his undoing, clearing the way for me to be recognized at long last as the true champion of the holy realms!
...It's just. The uh. The vibes when he talks to that thing are a little... I don't wanna say it but... I mean...?
Everyone else gets that too, right? Like it's not just me, when the phantom hand emerged from the amulet and caressed that guy's cheek, that was a little...?
Yeah no nah haha it's probably just, the whole sinister seduction-to-evil angle. Just me reading too much into it! Your old buddy the Paladin of Dawn and his overreactions. Forget I said anything, his fall to the darkside will be his utter ruin and definitely not in like. A sexual way. 'Cause that would be weird, like, buddy what the heck are you doing, our mutual ancestors died to seal that thing away, don't come on to it?
But like. Hypothetically. If the godless evil eternally sealed into the amulet likes him, you guys don't think that could like... work out for him? Do you?
It's just that's uh. That's a pretty big army of undead, and he doesn't really seem to be like. Withering into horrific corruption the way you'd expect? I dunno I'm just a liiiittle bit worried. Like obviously not hugely worried I mean I got this. I got this.
Yeah that did not go like how I thought it would. I have to say I was blindsided. Truly the levels some people will sink to are unfathomable to the minds of blesséd knights raised in god-honoring temples! But you know we keep going, we put our faith in the holy righteousness of the gods of light and the divine will of our ancestors, and we push through! Because that is what we must do in order to defeat the wretched undead revenants who are a scourge upon this land, who defile our most sacred laws by their heinous necromancy and profane arts.
Anyway, there is this special holy ritual that can only be achieved if enough of the faithful put just a teeeeensie bit of their souls into these magical jars, and mail them to the Great and Good Temple of Eternal Vigilance, so that we can use them to undo this unnatural darkness and bring me, your friend the Paladin of the Dawn, back from this little snafu to get my well-deserved chance at a rematch.
You can also hop onto my patreon and kickstarter if you want to help in more material ways.. We were kind of decimated by the undead army. So...! 🙏
Thank you in advance to everyone who supports the cause of righteousness, with your help we will bring a definitive end to these monsters once and for all, restore the proper order, and free mankind from the depravity of their heinous violations of the rightfully dead!
I saw this post recently that implied that “kink is playing toys” and “kink always has wider, social and cultural implications” are like, opposing statements. I think that’s so wild. like, have you ever heard of Cowboys and Indians? Cops and robbers? “Little boys”, beaten for playing dolls? “Little girls” forced to stay in and clean up after their brothers playing outside? In what universe is playing toys not deeply implicated in. Everything??? This isn’t even an argument about harm in kink this is like a very basic observation about the nature of play.
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I'll throw in the wonderful Eizin Suzuki into this ring too, a man whose work just breathes light without actually using dynamic lighting in the usual way. It's no surprise both Nagai and Suzuki are both considered prolific in art pertaining to the city pop genre because they're able to paint these kinds of scenes with a delicate touch.
This feels like I could trip on that radio and fall right into that water, feeling the crystal waves as I drop in.
And this, a nice stroll down a resort strip, where my sunscreened skin could literally feel cooked if I leaned too close to the tiling.
And then a nice stretch of summer street, wherein you could see your face in the flushed red of that car provided it didn't blind you from its sunny reflections.
I don't think I even need to say anything more, Suzuki's a massive influence in how he even places colours so warmly in such unorthodox manner. It's a naturally sunkissed talent~ 🌊
When your boyfriend suggested a hike, you were quick to agree. Things hadn't been going well between the two of you, so you hoped this would be a chance to talk. Little did you know, your boyfriend had already made up his mind about dumping you, quite literally in the middle of nowhere.
You got a leg cramp and had to sit down for a while. The sun was setting, so he said he'd go to the top of the ridge and see how much farther there was to go. You had your suspicions but in the end, you trusted him, and what a mistake that was.
He's gone before you can even call his name. For a long time you sit there in shock, rubbing the tight muscles in your leg, trying not to panic. You have a map, but you hardly know how to use it. Hiking isn't your thing, and you can't remember the way back. You get to your feet and hobble up the ridge, hoping you'll be able to spot him, but he's already gone. Tears start to well in your eyes as rage swells in your chest. This is it. If you somehow make it back safely, you're going to end things with him. He's going to regret his actions, beg and tell you that he didn't mean it, that he didn't realize you'd fallen so far behind. He's done it before, just not on this scale.
He probably wants me dead. That dark thought seeps into your mind and you swipe the tears from your cheeks. You're not just going to sit here and accept your fate. You take a step forward.
SNAP.
You pause at the sound of a twig breaking. That wasn't you.
"H-hello?" You call out into the growing darkness, squinting as the sun fades and takes the last of the light with it.
You didn't think this hike would be so long and you didn't bring a source of light, and your phone somehow ended up with your boyfriend.
"Is someone out here?" You try again. "Hello–"
Something warm bumps against your hand and you scream and pedal backwards, falling on your ass.
"Sorry," a voice whispers in the dark. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh my god, so I'm not the only one out here. Can you help me?" The adrenaline racing through you causes you to speak too quickly, without thinking.
What if this isn't a good person? What if they're out here looking for victims who are lost and alone? A chill comes over you, especially when you realize the person is in the dark, same as you.
"Are you lost?" They ask.
You listen to the way they speak. They have an odd accent and a lisp that makes their words end in a hiss.
"I..."
"It's okay, I'll help you."
Something touches your hand. Fingers entwine with yours and pull you up from the ground. Their fingers end in sharp curves. Claws?
"What–" you try to pull your hand away, but they hold on tight.
"Careful, you might fall," they murmur.
Something clunks and rattles.
"What's that?" You peep out, unsure whether to cling to them for safety, or run because they are the danger.
"My bones," they say softly.
You don't realize how scared you are until you take a breath and it turns into a sob.
"P-please don't hurt me," you say meekly. "I just want to go home. My boyfriend left me–"
"Shhh, I know, and I won't hurt you. Not you," the voice says.
You stumble along in the dark, fearfully clinging to their too-long fingers and sharp claws. The moon is little more than a sliver in the sky, and the most you can make out of the thing beside you is their freakishly tall form and antlers on their head that are strung with tiny bones like a wind chime. The bones rattle every time they turn their head to look at you. You snap your eyes away, your heart pounding in your chest.
You don't dare say anything else for the next five minutes. Suddenly your feet hit asphalt, and you stumble. They catch you, but you hear your shirt rip as their claws shear through. They readjust and grab your arm instead, apologizing.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt," you murmur.
A highway stretches before you, dipping towards the starry horizon. Insects buzz and the wind is a whispered howl in the trees.
"A car will come," the being says. "This land traps people. Please don't return."
"Are you trapped?" You ask.
They're silent for a while. "I'm used to it," they reply.
You hear the distant sound of an approaching car.
"Be safe," they say hastily. "I must go."
As headlights crest over the hill, you catch a glimpse of their lumbering form and pointed antlers as they slip back into the trees. You manage to hitch a ride and get home safely. You find your boyfriend huddled in a corner of the living room, looking like he's seen a ghost. His backpack is ripped to shreds, clawed in the same way that your shirt is, except he looks like he's had a much more violent experience.
He's shocked to see you're alive and barely protests when you kick him out of your house. He keeps asking what happened to your shirt, and if you saw it too. He tells you he's afraid it's going to come back and kill him and he's almost mad with fear. He runs off with his phone glued to his ear, and you have a feeling this is the last time you'll see him.
I know that I had somewhat unusually comprehensive sex ed but it still surprises me every time I'm reminded that some people genuinely think that losing your virginity is a capri sun kind of situation.
unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going
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I take a shot once a week, and even if that was too much, I could do it as pills, and so many of my problems just evaporated overnight.
And not one person thought to bring it up.
When I was talking about how horrifying puberty felt. When I was cutting myself. When I was in inpatient care. When I attempted suicide. When I talked for YEARS in therapy about how dissociated and trapped I felt in my body. When I felt like I never truly fixed something that was deeply wrong about me that started at puberty.
Not one person said it was a possibility. No one thought "hey, maybe this kid should go to someone trained to identify dysphoria". No one mentioned that trans people weren't some weird other group of people. It didn't have to be pressure. It didn't have to be "forcing" me. Just mentioning that trans people exist and it could be me. That it was possible and it was easy. No pushing, just laying the option out there.
HRT is treated like this last ditch option. This horrific, mutilating thing that I GUESS we can give to you if you have NO OTHER options. Because did you know it's permanent? Did you know you'll be on it for the rest of your life? Did you know the health risks? Did you know it'll make you infertile? Did you know that it's deviant? Did you know that it's an alternative lifestyle for other people?
No one said it was okay to WANT it to be permanent. Or noted that most people are reliant on the medical system in one way or the other anyways (and it's not even necessary for HRT). Or that the health risks are the normal parts of having that hormone, even in cis people of your gender. Or said it was okay to not want kids, or mention that you can just freeze gametes. Or acknowledged that the "deviant" people are just people, living their lives, that have been violently pushed out of "normal" society.
I grew up in an area that Republicans mock for being a kind of "woke central". And even then it's just. Not treated as an easy option. It was never on the table if you don't specifically already know you're going through gender stuff, and no one will help you get to that point. At which point, it's still treated like the last ditch option. Did you know you can be a feminine man? Did you know you can slap a "she/her" in your twitter bio and be done with it? Did you know that you're oh-so-valid without it? Did you know that you shouldn't take HRT? Maybe don't take HRT? Don't take HRT? Don't take HRT? Don't ta-
When you've been in it a while, HRT is the easiest, most casual thing in the world. Just pop a shot on a Saturday as part of your "everything shower" routine and you're done.
And if anyone comes swinging in here with "but Sierra you don't have to take HRT to be trans this is toxic" I'm going to fucking scream, because that is the status quo. "Just do this without doing this" has become a "give them an inch" refrain when making ourselves "acceptable" to the cis. Of COURSE you don't need to take HRT. I'm only reminded of it a dozen times a day.
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