#witch-brew

Some people were harassing a friend of mine who is openly trans on tumblr. I’m not going to tag them, but I dare say most people can guess because they likely follow both of us.

I woke up this morning to people on disccord messaging me to ask if I could check and see if they were okay because they had made a post talking about shutting off messaging, which was how I found out it was happening. Then I checked my inbox here on tumblr to find a bunch of people demanding that I take a stand and publicly end my friendship with this person because they were homophobic and abusive etc etc, all the while using terf ideology to back their claims up. 

When I told them they were wrong and that I would not abandon my friend, I was threatened with doxxing, and the promise that they’d “ruin me” for being a gender betrayer and that my days as a “popular blogger” (lololol I’m no one on this hellsite. I’ve just got my own small corner where I try not to be a dick to people) were numbered. I told them I was sorry they felt that way, wished them well with the hope that one day they would move beyond their current values and reasoning, and hit the block button. And now my posts are circulating with a bunch of radfems and tagging things as “hit list” and “betrayer” and “you’re next” and I’m just over here merrily collecting IPs and taking names.

Literally. 

I ship you with Edward! 

First things first - this boy has an immense fascination with sleep; so your preference for sleeping in wouldn’t bother him one bit. Whether you were up early in the morning, or around lunch time, you’d awaken to find yourself safely wrapped in his arms. 

He loves that you’re an artist, and some mornings you can expect to be enjoying a painting session with Edward’s soft melodies playing in the background. Sometimes, once your paintings were coming together, he’d look over from his piano and play something he felt suited your art. 

To the amusement of the rest of the coven, he’s completely taken aback by your dark humour each and every time it shows itself in you. You’ll be making yourself breakfast in the kitchen with Edward leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. The conversation between the two of you would be completely normal. Eventually, a dark joke or reference escapes your lips; and Edward’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. 

Regardless of the shock value, Edward still likes this about you. The entire coven likes this about you. If Edward can be a melancholic drama-queen, why can’t you enjoy dark humour? 

Her name is Rain. Not really, of course, but who uses their real name anymore?

She is a painter. Her fingers are stained, possibly permanently, with a slight red. Red is her favorite shade to paint with. She crafts intricate, gorgeous scenes with the color red.

Her paintings are the most beautiful thing anyone has ever created at this school. She doesn’t seem to notice. She just keeps painting.

All of her clothes have paint on them too. Stains that will never wash out.