Oh Look, A Blog.

Welcome to the They/Themporium were we come fully stocked with all of your non-binary needs.

We’ve got classic models

EDM vampires

60’s housewives but they’re not racist

Genies who’ve only ever had to grant the wish “could you stay with me a little bit longer”

The cause of your parents divorce

Just a flat out witch who’s not even trying to hide it no more

I don’t even know what this is but I know it’s making me ask questions you’re not ready to know the answers to

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity

brooklyn bail fund

minnesota freedom fund

atlanta action network

columbus freedom fund

louisville community bail fund

chicago bond

black visions collective

richmond community bail fund

the bail project inc

nw com bail fund

philadelphia bail fund

the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme

george floyd’s family gofundme

blacklivesmatter.com

reclaim the block

aclu

turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.

youtube will donate to blm for you.

I have no experience with this strategy, but as I’ve seen more than one comment there with the same advice I’d assume this is true about YouTube’s algorithm

This is by no stretch of the imagination a finished list, nor will it probably ever be. But over my years in Tumblr I’ve started to Notice some Things…

Basic Racist

“so NO poc characters can die????”

purposely misinterprets your argument

“blackwashing exists too. if mj can be black then aang can be white”

“why don’t they just make a NEW black superhero/princess/franchise?”

“stop making fun of xyz writer; they’re probably a much better writer than you’ll ever be”

alternatively “have you written a book? then you can’t have any opinion whatsoever”

alternatively “if you want to see diverse characters then write your own story instead of complaining”

“you should be grateful for the one side poc who died in the first episode”

“imagine if i said the same thing about poc. that’s reverse racism”

Smug/Oppressed Racist

makes several posts expressing their dismay and sadness after being called out for racism

assumes victim position whenever possible

lowkey/highkey an anti-anti

thinks and acts like they are oppressed by the existence of antis

*approaching their mutual of color (or a blogger of color in their community) after writing/reblogging a problematic post* “hey just wondering, why did you block me?”

makes fic/edits/headcanons/art that relies on racist stereotypes and characterization

“i miss the days when you could just be racist write whatever fic/like whatever character/post whatever headcanons without people getting mad :/”

“some people just don’t know how to have FUN!”

“don’t you have anything better to do than run a HATE BLOG about this poor writer?”

part of a network of white mutuals and followers who supportively affirm each other that they’re Not Racist

refuses to acknowledge anything you say unless it’s written in standard white grammar and falsely cheery affect

Schrodinger’s Woke

usually a white lady

has some posts about intersectionality on their blog

doesn’t support any movies/shows/books written by and for poc

never reblogs bloggers of color

alternatively, only reblogs bloggers of color who agree with their opinion (which 90% of the other poc in the fandom disagree with)

goes hard in calling out misogyny, but “can excuse” the racism of the author

alternatively, *about a problematic white female character* “you have to excuse the racism in her narrative. just because there’s racism in it doesn’t mean she’s not a feminist hero. it’s not her fault that the writers wrote it that way”

generally expecting all fans to put the representation of white women before any other representation in terms of importance

“why can’t this strong woc just be single?! she’s awesome without a man”

selectively calls out racism in fandom/content when it makes their preferred character/blogger look better in comparison to the “more racist” character/blogger

repeats what bloggers of color say but in a cheery tone and more watered down; gets heaps of praise from mutuals and followers for being a woke queen

assumes position of authority on all social justice issues, especially concerning gender (and sexuality if they are lgbtq+)

“the writer knows what they’re doing. i give them the benefit of the doubt because we don’t know how the story will turn out in the end”

may or may not have written elaborate posts about racism and race theory

definitely stans at least one extremely problematic white author and defends them and their “genius” to the death

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

“What would you know of battle!” Calion spat, his harsh voice carrying up to where the other man was sitting. “You, who cowers on a rooftop like a crow instead of facing me like real man.” The young lord turned away in disgust, rolling his shoulders to ease the ache that was building up from his practise. The sun was at full noon now, and the heat was intense.  

“Begone.” Calion called over one shoulder with a sneer on his lips. “Or come down here and put your money where your flapping mouth is.”

“Plenty, in all actuality.” The rogue spoke plainly this time, no hint of teasing or silver tongue working it’s magic. “’Tis not cowering if you are safe from one who says they’d kill you if they saw your face again.” Gideon spoke as he stood up and on top of the shingles and began to climb his way along the walls until he was at a safe enough distance to jump down and onto the ground. He lands on the ground just askew from the center of the ring and rolls so that he doesn’t strain his knees.

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and threw off Calion’s blow at the dummy’s wooden head - instead, it landed awkwardly at the thing’s shoulder. He spun around, bristling like an irate cat, ready to tear to pieces the one who’d dared interrupt his training. To his surprise, there was not a soul about, he was still quite alone in the yard.

Then, he got strange a inkling that he should look up. He did so, and sure enough spotted a familiar figure sitting on a nearby rooftop. 

“You?! Again?” He spat. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

Gideon had to hold back a laugh as the nobleman began to twist and turn about in search of something else to hit, knowing he would try and hit him; lucky he wasn’t down there, and instead up where he was. He kicked his legs back and forth with a bit of a bright grin when he was spotted. The rogue waved down to him and took an apple he had from one of his pockets, shined it on his sleeve, and then took a large bite.

He grinned a tight-lipped grin, seeing as though he had food in his mouth now, and gave a nod of his head as he chewed.

been through some bad shit, i should be a sad bitch who would’ve thought it’d turn me to a savage?

-7rings, ariana grande

first time drawing all the nazgul for not love but worship. at the same time.. or ever , for most of them.

“I thought the silk may be from Umbar,” he noted, finishing the removal of his clothes so he stood bare aside from his vast assortment of golden jewelry, pronounced against his tanned skin.

The man was cold in his crypt, a feast for the worms and maggots. He had no more vicious power to yield over his son now. And yet…

“I thought the silk may be from Umbar,” he noted, finishing the removal of his clothes so he stood bare aside from his vast assortment of golden jewelry, pronounced against his tanned skin.

The man was cold in his crypt, a feast for the worms and maggots. He had no more vicious power to yield over his son now. And yet...

“I thought the silk may be from Umbar,” he noted, finishing the removal of his clothes so he stood bare aside from his vast assortment of golden jewelry, pronounced against his tanned skin.