The Safe Space of Rambles

It's been so long since I've done any kind of world-building or OC work but these lil guys are from Agatha's world. They're little cave sprites who love mushrooms (sometimes living ones eek) but they can be reasoned and traded with for safe passage through the underground!

There have been a lot of racial attacks and protests in my city/country over the past few days. I've been watching the news constantly, terrified of what might happen. Homes have been burned to the ground, along with women and children threatened across the country for daring to exist as a non-white person on the street. Random white mobs intimidating and assaulting POC in the street. Firebombs and broken glass. Some of this has happened down the road from me.

My cousin in law has been posting horrible racist rhetoric on Facebook because of these issues. Needless to say, she lost it and blocked me when I pointed it out but not before sending me a nasty text filled with insecurity and hatred. 'Diversity and multiculturalism' may just be buzzwords to her, but that is my family. My family is diverse, and we belong here just as much as anyone else. Keep fighting the good fight, people. We need to.

All this to say is that I am feeling overwhelmed and scared of the future and what it will bring for people like me in this country. I feel even more sorry for other members of my family who do not have the luxury of 'blending in' as well as I do. We have done nothing wrong, and yet we're all bad actors one way or another.

I'm going to continue fighting for our right to exist unharassed and unbothered in this country. Always and forever.

- fuck trump

- fuck jk rowling

- fuck maga

- fuck elon musk

- fuck ice

- fuck ai

- fuck terfs

- it’s cool to punch nazis

- feminism is awesome! radfeminism is not

- transphobia is real

- transandrophobia is real

- transmisogyny is real

- no group is more or less oppressed than anyone else. it’s not a contest. if you are oppressed, you are. if you aren’t, you aren’t.

- no one is illegal, and especially not on stolen land

- eat the rich

- kindness is punk

- art is the product of human emotion

- labels are just that, let people exist and use the labels they want

- all pronouns are valid

- all trans people are valid

- trans men are men

- trans women are women

- non binary people are people

- agender people are also people

- genderfluid people are valid too

- all genderqueer individuals are valid

- no one ever has to tell you their agab

- everyone is equal

- asexuals and ace-specs are valid

- asexuals and ace-specs that have sex are still valid as asexual/ace-spec people

- aromantics and aro-specs are valid

- aromantics and aro-specs that date are still valid as aromantic/aro-spec

- let people like what they like. if it doesn’t hurt real people then it doesn’t matter

- just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean that something is always a bad thing

- respect is not optional.

a few updates:

- free palestine

- black lives matter

- i did not mourn charlie kirk, instead i reblogged memes about him and his death

another edit because i can’t believe i forgot to add this but i just remembered:

- intersex people are valid!

You hate it.

It looks terrible on you and you've always thought that. When you were really young, you thought that's just what everyone thought about their hair colour. When you were a teenager, people chalked it up to hormones and wanting to be unique and follow the trends of dying your hair. It wasn't.

You've seen people with brown hair. It looks so good. You start imagining yourself with beautiful brunette hair. What if you could be that? And then you hear someone talk about you, call you 'that blonde over there' or someone telling you, 'your blonde hair looks so good!' and you're reminded all over again.

Your parents talk about something. Something you've never heard of before. "All those young kids, dying hair everywhere," they say. You ask them what it means. "Oh, that's when someone with one hair colour thinks they're better off with another hair colour." Your heart lights up. There's more people like you. You're not insane. And then- "Fucking insane. They just want to feel special. All this ridiculousness over trends." It hits you in the heart. You say nothing, just mumble an 'okay' and turn your attention back to your food.

That night, you're scrolling on your phone, and one video pops out. It's talking about dyed hair. You see people not just with natural-coloured dyed hair, but blues and greens and so many other colours. It looks beautiful. You remember your blonde hair. Could it finally be brown? These people are like you. They might be able to help.

You do research. You reach out to people online. And finally, you have your hands on a box dye from a store. it's not the highest quality, but you have it. At midnight the next weekend, you do it. You dye it brown. It's messy and tricky, but your heart is swelling with joy the entire time.

You expect people at school to be happy. Your hair is beautiful. You're beautiful. You finally feel comfort in your hair, confident in the way you look. Instead, you get side-eyes. People whisper and glare. One of your friends pulls you aside. "What happened to your hair?" You tell her you dyed it. Asks her if it looks nice. She grimaces. "Yeah... it looks fine.... but your blonde hair was your natural hair colour and it looked fine as well." You tell her the truth. How you've always hated it on you. Found brown to be so, so much prettier. Looked so much more amazing on you, and felt it too. "Yeah... but blonde is still your natural hair colour, right? No amount of dye is going to change that." Your confidence starts to sink. Will everyone think this?

Turns out, they will. You hear people still refer to you as "that blonde there". New people express confusion. "But her hair's brown? It's very clearly brown." "Well, yeah, but she dyed it. Her natural hair colour is blonde." "Oh... okay."

Your parents don't like it. "Your blonde hair was so beautiful," your mother sobs through her tears. "Why did you have to ruin it? My beautiful blonde child is gone! Gone forever! Why did you do it?" And you tell her that her child is not gone, her child is right here, just with different hair. She doesn't listen to a single word. Your father is mad. He yells at you to get out of his house, that you're a fucking disgrace, that you're mentally ill and brainwashed by trends and so many other hurtful things. You can only leave.

You try to go to another friend's place. She answers the door with a scowl. "Why are you here?" she seethes. She's angry. Why? You tell her about your situation. "Serves you right," she spits. "You're incredibly offensive to everyone with blonde hair." You ask her why, puzzled. "You clearly hate blonde hair. Why else would you dye it? Do you find blonde people disgusting?" No, no, that's not it. Blonde people are fine, you try saying. It just didn't suit me. I wish it did, but it didn't, so I changed it. "Stop twisting everything," she says. "I don't want to see your face." The door closes and you're left there on the steps.

You don't know what else to do. Were you truly lying? No, blonde hair has never suited you. Brown looks better. Brown makes you feel secure. You feel it's what makes you feel like yourself. But why can no one grasp that?

You search up more on your phone, and you find a community for similar people. People thrown out, disowned, abused for dying their hair or expressing wants to. When you get there, you find that they accept you with the warmest smiles and the coziest hugs. You find people that bleached their brown hair to blonde and dyed their blonde hair to brown, just like you, and they look so amazing. You find people with all sorts of coloured hair too, red, blue, yellow, purple, multicoloured and hair that gets redyed differently depending on the day. They all have similar stories. You've finally found a place you belong.

Outside, people are still outraged. They scream at the community that they're brainwashing their kids, that they're grooming every kid to dye their hair until there's no natural hair kids left. You don't feel hurt anymore. You know now they make no sense. They push out their own children, and this is the result. They don't want people with dyed hair banding up together.

Brown hair has always suited you. You're rather tired of people trying to pretend it doesn't.

TUMBLR ADS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO AUTO-PLAY AUDIO! THAT IS A BUG AND YOU SHOULD REPORT IT!

"This ad is auto-playing audio" is literally on the drop down menu for reporting an ad. Tumblr isn't trying to implement this! Don't protest this "new policy", cause it's not one.

Report the broken ads.

The global sumud(steadfastness) flotilla, en route to G@za, is being illegally intercepted in international waters and comandeered by lsraeIi t*rror forces, again, and mainstream media remains silent. the humanitarian civilian activists are being k¡dnapped to lsraeIi detention against their will.

if you could take a moment to contact our reps, it is set up pretty easy thru their website. there's a template and you can contact many at once.

if you could also share it really helps. the more eyes on these missions, the better protected they are. currently the humanitarians aboard the mission from all over the world are being illegally detained and ab*sed for simply bringing medical aid supplies, menstrual supplies and baby formula.

keep track here:

map live tracker (missions, routes, progress & interceptions)

boats livestream feed

all links

for some hope, it looks like there's global strykes and pr0testing again (join if you can!)

family on shore in G@za looking forward to the arrival of humanitarian aid❤️

Powerchairs can easily be snazzy or beautiful or cool colours. People who use powerchairs are not taking up too much space. you don't need to be smaller or tucked out of the way for others' convenience. Powerchairs can do so much that manual chairs can't (even with a power assist) and that's a good thing! So many people are supported by their powerchairs, and the world has been changed many times by someone living their life using a powerchair.

It will never be a bad thing for disabled people to have access to their homes and their communities. Using a powerchair isn't a "lesser option" to a manual chair, it isn't "giving up", and it is never taking up too much space. You're taking up exactly as much space as belongs to you already. It's great to see you around 😊

this blog loves all the mobility equipment disabled people may need, and I think people using group 3/CRT powerchairs don't get enough positivity about their mobility aids.

people with ocd:

What’s real is what you do when your friend is sick, or your classmate is struggling, or your grandma needs a ride. It’s taking accountability when you hurt someone’s feelings or fuck up at work. Or taking care of yourself and trusting that you are worth knowing, even if you’re not 100% perfect. You have to give yourself grace as well as holding yourself accountable, and be willing to do the same for others.

Right now I’m working on grassroots organizing. In Alabama. It’s hard. People have all kinds biases and hang ups and prejudices that you have to navigate. They may say and do things that really let you down. But in real life, the unhinged standards of tumblr ethics will only hurt you. If you want to make a difference in the world, you have to accept other people’s imperfections and meet them where they are. Instead of cutting people out when they screw up, meet it with compassion and model better behavior.

I’m not saying you have to be a doormat and put up with everything. I don’t. But there’s no hard and fast rule on deciding who is willing enough to learn and who isn’t. Everyone is an individual, and you’ll have to approach the relationship differently. You’re gonna cut people out you regret, and keep people around you wish you didn’t. But that’s life.

Nick Barlow, Clusterfuck/Keep It Together, 2022

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He's applying for new jobs now, and won't be applying for unemployment because they always say no. Applying for unemployment in Oregon is extremely difficult.

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