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i posted this fic a few days ago, was debating whether or not to post it on my tumblr but i just want to talk about it for a second, if you wanna hear me yap my heart away; then yay!! shauna shipman post rescue, about how jackie haunts her memories, how past doesnât leave her and keeps a firm grip over her. i kept thinking about her parents and what their reaction was about shsuna marrying jeff, i kept wondering about how hard it must have been to become a mother for the second time, to give it a try while she wasnât sure if she even wanted an another child but she still did it, and then what it looks like years after. i kept noticing how shauna didnât talk about her parents in adult timeline on the show and wonder what that entailed, both about her mother and father. i wondered if her and her mom were close or if it was complicated. i wonder if her mother would be accepting or not, same with her father. i created a carefully structured piece but it can fall apart any second because shauna and her parents are complicated. i made it so shauna was trying so hard to convince herself to marry jeff and knew her mom could talk her out of it so she pushed her mom away, the last tether onto the past. i didnât do same with her father, i wanted their relationship to feel less emotionally connected, that there were little stakes in between them, about how shauna was used to her father not being around, that the attachment she used to have as a child slowly wilted away as she grew up. how she went to her father became she doesnât care for his judgment but she cares for her motherâs. i sprinkled nostalgia into her interactions with nat and with the message lottie wrote her, how thereâs concern, history and trauma. how itâs all over every single of shaunaâs interactions. i donât know if i got shauna right but there was just so many missing moments in show and i am excited for s4 to dive into them but i couldnât hold myself back about diving into shaunaâs wedding, her parents, the past memories with jackie, how her grief when she got back felt like, how itâs not fresh but feels like that. how the world felt foreign, how she felt like she didnât belong into the way society was structured because wilderness was structured by completely separate rules.
okay i had no idea supernatural would ever make me feel this way when i first started watching the show; i thought that i would just watch it and then i would move on but turns out my perconceived notions were gonna be total bullshit in hindsight now that i look back at it, supernatural latches onto you and brings you along the ride, you watch sam and dean age and meet new people, you watch them create bonds that become like family, you see them meet people who become allies and friends, some who end up enemies. you watch their progression, you watch cas be in love with dean, from the start to the finish line. you watch them meet, fall out, make up, hold grudges, forgive each other through the following 12 years. 12 years of knowing someone and how intimate that is, and we see it reflected on the screen beautifully, you follow their love story and in the end maybe you start falling in love with their love story, you want them to get a happy ending but you know they wonât. i wish itâd gone in blind, i tried to avoid spoilers during my time watching it and i did mostly good but this one thing i knew and i was dreading it, i didnât want to watch the final four episodes, it was just going to make me extremely sad for these characters, knowing in the end sam and dean had only each other left, iâm glad they had that â each other, their brotherhood was a beautiful journey to see, their sacrifices and their love for each other was amazing, iâve always loved sibling bonds in tv shows or movies and they managed to be my favorite in the end, i love them!! i loved so many characters and i want to be in peace with the ending so bad but iâm not, i tried to be but i just couldnât. is this how it manages to pull at your heartstrings? dean and cas are just WOW. thatâs the word to describe their story and to think it just ends in that dark room, with that one last look and with that last goodbye. thatâs it? adam was right when he said âsince when do we get what we deserve?â đđđđ
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We cannot let this wretched, wicked billionaire prevail. Here are a few UK-based organizations I found online that work to support our transgender brothers and sisters.
Galop
Charity supporting âLGBT+ people who have experienced abuse and violence.â Also offers support to friends, family, and professionals.
Support services include emotional and medical support, help navigating the criminal justice system, and information on emergency housing
Gender Identity Research & Education Society (GIRES)
âUK-wide organisation whose purpose is to improve the lives of trans and gender diverse people of all ages, including those who are non-binary and non-gender.â
Maintains a directory of regional groups.
Mermaids
Charity that âsupports transgender, non-binary and gender-diverse children and young people, as well as their families and professionals involved in their care.â
Runs regional support groups.
TransActual UK,
A ânational, trans led and run organisation focused specifically on working for trans adults in the UKâ with a focus on advocating for and empowering trans people in the areas of healthcare and legal protections.
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âWhy did you come all the way here, Jason? I meanâAlfred couldâve come to you, and then that would have been that, so forgive me for asking but why, now?â Dick asked, almost demanded. His brows were furrowed, he wasnât beating around the bush, was he?
âI call that bullshit, I know you. You wouldnât come here if you had a choice not to, so youâre here for a reason.â Dick prodded him, jeez he wasnât going to let things go, was he? He wasnât just going to shut the fuck up, not after the last time.
âI came here to deliver that letter to Damian, but I also came here for other reasons, well, you know about what.â He was twiddling his thumbs around, trying to not move his hands. He didnât like admitting his faults when it came to Dick Grayson but this is something that required an apology. Dick might let things go, but he couldnât do that. Dick deserved an apology but how do you apologize to someone who used to be your brotherâor brother-shaped or someone who was never a brother but you mightâve been brothers, someday. Not anymore, the chance for that is too long gone.
âNo, I donât. I donât know much about you these days, you just disappeared, Jason. You caused a mess and disappeared, and I had to clean up that mess.â Dickâs jaw was clenched. His voice had an edge to it. That Nightwingâwell now, Batman edge. Heâs fucking Batman, now. Bruce isnât the guy in that cowl anymore, itâs Dickâs blue eyesâs who overlook Gotham.
âJeez, I have to spell it out for you, didnât I?â He mumbled. His voice had reluctance to it, he was rubbing his palms. âI came here to apologize. I shouldnâtâŚI shouldnât have.â He couldnât look at Dick, he couldnât get the words out fully, despite mulling over them for hours in his mind.
âWow, I didnât think those words were in your vocabulary.â Dick ended up saying. Seriously, heâs such an asshole, because Jason was spilling his guts out and he had to rub the salt in. Heâs such an asshole but heâs right. This time, heâs right, other times he wonât be. Or Jason hopes he isnât, he doesnât want to apologize to Dick the next time.
âThe cowl is yours, not mine. Gotham needs Red Hood. I just forgot that. I donât know why I thought Batman could ever be meâBatman has itâs purpose but so does Red Hood.â Jason finally gets the words out, Dick is Batman now, heâs not his Batman. His Batman is gone.
He doesnât know how to feel about the fact that Bruce is dead, that the Batman he was, wonât ever lecture him ever again. Itâs fucking stupid, isnât it? To think about your dead dâthe person who used to be your dad. Bruce hasnât been his dad ever since that warehouse. There was only Batman ever after, only Batman turning to look up at him. Spitting words out that Jason didnât want to hear, wonât ever get the chance to hear ever again.
One day, heâs going to forget the voice. He forgot Catherineâs voice, he forgot Willisâ voice. He can remember them, remember their faces. He remember Bruceâs face. He will have Bruceâs photographs, the videos of him. Heâll have audio recordings of him but that wonât be Bruce. Not really. just the person Bruce was.
His other children will remember Bruceâs hugs. They remember how firm and gentle his hugs were. How gentle he held them people he cared for, the Bruce that died for themâis the their dad Bruce. They get to remember their last memories of him and heâs just their fucking dad.
The realization stings, itâs why he canât work with Dick, the Batman Dick is going to grow up to be. Bruce had so many years before he became the Batman he was, each version different than previous.
They live in a penthouse now; Dick, Damian and Alfred. Dick is probably going to be what Bruce was to Dick. A brother whoâs eventually going to become a father.
Jason doesnât fit into this family, he doesnât fit into this new version of them. The family they become after Bruce died.
He and Bruce werenât even a family. Not anymore, the last time he saw Bruce, they fought, about the same things. They went in circles, always spinning but never landing. Jason wonders if there was ever a destination for their relationship. Would they have stopped talking eventually? He canât answer that, he can guessâbut there wonât ever be an answer. Bruce left, Bruce is dead. Dad is dead. The dad he had at 15 will never come back, he died when Bruceâs heart stopped beating.
He doesnât even know if Bruce loved him anymore. Heâs so unsure about that. He died knowing Bruce loved him, Jason hoped Bruce died knowing despite everything, Jason did love him. He canât stop loving Bruce, even if he made so many mistakes, said so much vitriol.
âIt doesnât cost me anything to forgive you Jason, so I will.â Dick is looking at him, seeing something Jason doesnât understand. Jason didnât come here for Dickâs forgiveness. He came here to deliver and he didâboth the apology and the letter. A letter thatâs none of his business. A letter from Talia to Damian, heâs not interested into prying in their relationship. Their relationship is theirs, just like he and Bruceâs was.
Whatever happened, however it happened. The grief wonât leave Jason, heâll just drift seamlessly with it. Maybe find a use for it, he found a use for that crowbar. This will be useful one day aswell, he doesnât want to be miserable about Bruce if itâs for nothing. But grief is a shithole like thatâjust making you miserable for no reason other than, just because. Thatâs the price we pay for love, or maybe emotions. Jason doesnât care to dwell on what grief is for.
âIâm gonna leave, give Alfred my best okay?â Jason ends up saying, heâs glad to be done with this conversation and done for Batsâat least for now, theyâre truly never going to leave him. Thatâs that. Bats and stupid birds.
âHmm, okay. Goodbye, Jason.â Dick mumbles back. Jason heads out, done with emotions for today. Hereâs to incoming emotional constipation. Cheers.
Unbeknownst to Jason, he keeps looking at his brother, until he hears the shut of the door.
He never thought heâd hear Jason apologize, particularly for this. He doesnât understand but maybe he doesnât need to.
iâm gonna ask the question that has been on my mind for a while. what do people think about the fact that thereâs accounts who have ai generated voiceover reading tumblr posts, because these videos get so many views. sometimes they even go viral. sometimes the username from the original user is cut down and thereâs just no way to find the original account and give them love. itâs mostly from dc fandom, which i frequent. i donât know, just how do people feel about this? how does the fandom feel about this, because what i would perfer is them sharing the original tumblr post, leaving a link for us to find the og post and give them our love and respect, and also leave the username in, donât cut it out and not that ai voiceover. thatâs what i would perfer but this isnât about me. i just canât imagine coming up with an idea and seeing it going viral and my username isnât even there, and itâs ai voiceover. i donât knowâsomething about it is just off. i know iâm big believer of generative ai having no place in fandom
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The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot â to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?
I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care â but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.
How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?
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Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every dayâjust like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg youâPLEASE HELP US. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.
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something about how beautifully 9-1-1 treats step parent and step child relationships is so special to me!! and one day chris and buck are gonna be apart of that list and i canât wait to see that, how that will look like, whatâs their family going to look like!! may and bobbyâs relationship has evolved in such a short time, so has bobby and harryâs. just the way 9-1-1 shows parental love, maddieâs and chimâs love for jee-yun, the way karen and hen loves danny and mara so much!! buckâs and bobbyâs relationship and how sometimes relationships are parental but you donât need to put label on it, you can just be. chimâs relationships with the leeâs thatâs something 9-1-1 got right. and itâs on tv for everyone to see. every family is different and sometimes they can look different as well but love is always going to unite us. 9-1-1 is built on love, so much of it. maybe thatâs why we fell in love with it and sometimes even things we love can disappoint us, we were able to go to 9-1-1 for comfort so itâs okay to feel upset, because we want to see these beautiful relationships on your screens, we donât want to lose even a piece of it.
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My name is Saja. Iâm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow â from her first smile to her first steps â surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment â a fragile, breathless moment â when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
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And even now â especially now â I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
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Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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Please, if youâve read this far â thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itâs a lifeline.
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okay I've been biting my tongue on this one a bit but the odds of any money you give to a uk trans or especially LGBT charity reaching a single uk transfem is vanishingly unlikely. the primary "resource" these orgs provide is jobs for trans people who can make it in a professional environment, and the vast majority of trans hires are tme (and thus unaffected by the judgement!).
if you know a charity run by transfems take a punt but otherwise please donate to fundraisers instead.
FiveforFive is a collective crowdfund for UK trans women, trans fem people and organisations which support them.
Boosting to say donate to Five for Five, run by trans fems and distributed your money directly to trans fems.
Many other LGBTQ+ charities (like AKT, Gendered Intelligence) provide counseling, host support groups, weekend camps, and they do good work - but as OP said this is not money thatâs directly in the pockets of those most in need and affected by this recent UK ruling. (Gendered Intelligence is trans-led and does more with their funding as opposed to Mermaids, and AKT directly helps homeless queer youth by helping them find housing. Trans Legal Clinic also provide housing services + are known for their support with transitioning legally + trans healthcare advocacy.)
boosting the boost. the way it works is they randomly spread the donated money between 2 charities/orgs and 3 individual transfem crowdfunds at the end of each month.
if youre a transfem in the UK you can submit your crowdfund/PayPal/etc via a google form, theyll keep your data private
currently watching supernatural and my love for sam winchester keeps reaching impossible levels. itâs like how you feel about a best friend youâve know since you were 6 years old and you asked them: âdo you want to be friends?â and they enthusiastically said yes. and then you just never want to let them go and you want them to be okay forever and be happy and nothing bad happen to them.
losing my mind trying to explain how jk rowling isnât just Some Terf, she was a well established celebrity who brought anti-trans ideology to the general public and that doesnât compare to public terfs who youâll only know of if youre in trans or terf circles. not everyone has heard of posey parker but EVERYBODY has heard of jkr. she got to explain trans issues to people who didnt know about it before her so all the convo was on her terms. she is not just some person with a twitter.
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bobby nash dying in tonightâs episode. episode called lab rats, episode 15 of season 8. thereâs lots i have to say about his death, particularly that it happened at the last 5 minutes of the episode, there wasnât enough time. thatâs the thing, even bobby said âwe donât have any more time,â ironic isnât it? that even in episode we didnât have enough time and neither did bobby. he didnât have enough time to say proper goodbyes, to offer closures. thatâs a mercy he wasnât given and how mad am i about it. he deserved to have a chance to say goodbye and say all he had to say, say the unspoken things but we donât get that chance in real life either do we? i remember my grandmother died and there was just knot inside my stomach thinking, why did i go to school early that day? why wasnât i late so i could tell her goodbye, i donât remember our last moments but television is different. itâs not real life. we saw all his last moments with people who were around him, it was peaceful. in aftersun they used this exact trope, a character knew they would die and another didnât know it would be their last time together. bobby didnât want his team to know, he knew his time was running out, if 118 knew that bobby was infected it wouldâve been a very different outcome, he didnât want that responsibility put on their shoulders. that speaks volumes about what kind of man bobby bash is. he knew he would die and he died in that lab alone, thatâs the tragic part about it; i wish he wasnât alone, i wish the medical team couldâve least lessened his agony, because the truth is he died in agony, his death wasnât a peaceful exist. he didnât want to leave his team, he didnât want to live athena, the light of his life, the woman who showed him second chances exist and that itâs *okay*, he doesnât get to see their dream home be built, he doesnât get to yawn and wake up next to her ever again. he didnât want to leave his kids buck, may and harry. he didnât want to see them lose someone important to them. he wanted to see all their achievements, he doesnât get to see may graduate college, he doesnât get to see what kind of young man harry grows into, he doesnât get to see buck find what he had with athena. you could tell he knew. he doesnât get to see eddie and pat him on the shoulder and be his friend. he doesnât get to laugh with chim and hen ever again, he doesnât get to go on double dates with karen and hen anymore, with athena by his side. he doesnât get to see michael and david again. he has a mom and a brother he just reconciled with, he doesnât get to spend more time with them. he know his mom is going to come to heaven soon to be with him but he wishes he didnât have to greet her in these circumstances, they just started to be okay again. we saw bobby nash at his lowest and we got to see him be happy, battle with his addiction and this is where his life ends? well sound off, bobby nash. we will miss you.
Peace be upon you
I am Massa and my name means jewel. I am from the completely destroyed city of Gaza. I was displaced with my family to Deir al-Balah in the central region....
My family, consisting of many children, young people and the elderly, live in tents in a very miserable situation with a lack of all the necessities of human life....
The elderly in my family need medication on a regular basis, which is not available, and if available, it is very expensive....
We have been living in tents for more than a year, winter is coming, the tent is worn out, and we are sleeping in the cold and frost...
We are in a very miserable situation. Diseases and epidemics have spread among us...
We are in dire need of donations to get out of this miserable situation and buy food, medicine, winter clothes and prepare the tent for winter...
Hello my dear friends My name is Hatem Ali hellis from the northern Gaza Strip I support a family consis⌠Hatem hellis needs your support
We would not have asked for donations if it were not for the dire need. We were safe in our homes before the genocide...
Note : Children need psychological support due to extreme fear
In the name of humanity, support my family.
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