Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you.

I didn't have much time and also I'm not very good at drawing on the phone but I just had to do it

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.

Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.

He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.

“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”

The crowd murmured with embarrassment.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.

“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.

“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”

Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”

--

Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.

“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”

Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.

“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”

THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.

“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.

Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.

“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”

Laios and Marcille held their breath.

“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”

Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.

Everyone turned to him.

Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.

“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.

“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.

--

Dainty

Delicate

Elegant

Poised

Fragile

Genteel

Graceful

Not by me. No sir. Super hard space metal wrapped in a velvet glove lined with fur maybe. But delicate, dainty, and fragile? 

Absolute not. 

No thank you.

theyre repeat offenders.

that lil danyphantom shithead used to comment on my shit all the time, ALWAYS on some condescending PRO-WHITE, PRO-MALE bullshit, told him to stop bothering me or he’d get blocked, and he continued doing so several times after being told off til i did block his ass.

and eyanj stays on some antiblack misogynist “boohoo males are the true victims” bullshit, talmbout “why do these women have to talk at all” every damn day.

its just like real life where the only way you hear from negroes is when theyre gonna come shit on you.

you can scream and holler in pain coz everyones killing you

and they will sit there and file their nails til its time to join in on ravaging you.

Look at this list of words. Really LOOK at it:

Dainty

Delicate

Elegant

Poised

Fragile

Genteel

Graceful

Aside from arguably the word ‘fragile’ there’s not a goddamned word on that list that indicates a lack of strength or personal conviction. There’s nothing infantilizing there - unless you’ve already bought into the belief that femininity is inherently infantile.

And Fragile? Know what fragile in this sense indicates? WORTH OF CARE AND PROTECTION. If you think that something that’s fragile can’t also be strong, or that even if it isn’t also strong that it’s not worthy of respect, you are a horrible human being.

What the OP wants is access to the same variety of available identities and social attitudes that white women have access too.

To be motherfucking dainty

And delicate

And Elegant

And Poised

And yes, Fragile

And Genteel

And Graceful

Because blackness should not be a fucking special and marked category of femininity.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.