What was I doing again?

The curl-crested araçari is a species of toucan endemic to the Amazon River Basin notable for the modified, curled feathers on its crown.

“this is way too sweet”

“they’re remaking that movie already????”

“my back hurts”

“wait, people get mad about that now?”

“I can’t eat that, its gone fuck my stomach up”

“hold on let me check my calendar first”

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Necromancer  OOOOOOOOOOOOO HENRYYYYY 

Henry: OH MON DIEU! SAVE ME!!!

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Oh my god i just imagined her riding on a big golden retriever hahahaa!!!!!

Oh oh i forgot

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Tiger furry for you all! Sorry I haven’t been updatein as much, my job takes up most of my time but I was able to sketch out somethin these last few days for you all :3

NEW SPOTIFY PLAYLIST is now available, this one entirely inspired by Steven Universe characters and the relationships between some of the characters!! Hope you enjoy it!! https://open.spotify.com/user/1280085543/playlist/4QJjUY8cwpyZSGIOE0kHXs 

This is really cool

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Broad generalizing abstractions devoid of specific details that other types may need clarification on to understand. (Ni has it all figured out, but can’t articulate it sometimes.) Ti equally cannot explain in simple terms, so you’ll get HIGH abstractions attributed more to gut feeling than proof. (In easily defined terms? ”I think there was a murder in this house. I can sense it.”)

Symbolic thinking, leading to random comments.

Fierce intensity. Something about Ni-dom drowns out Fe sometimes, so you’re left with an intuitive-logic sometimes indistinguishable externally from INTJ except for their softer, more personable approach.

Futuristic pattern anticipation; a sense of “what will happen,” and decision-making based on social awareness. (”If I say or do this, how will it impact my future interactions or relationship with this person? How will it reflect on me later?”)

Tendency to be sensitive and aware of others’ feelings. May interpret others’ emotions for them, or find themselves unable to distance themselves from experiencing others’ emotions, if the INFJ becomes too engaged.

Strong moralizing opinions and the ability to effortlessly explain, articulate, or back them up with social / moral / ethical arguments. (”So and so is a horrible person because that kind of behavior is morally unacceptable.”)

Objectivity in the realm of morals and ethics, accompanied by intuitive perceptions and insights. (”This person is bad, and here’s why – they haven’t shown it, but are a liar / cheat / intending to do THIS.”)

But there’s a flip side to that right: As adult fans it is absolutely our responsibility to make sure our enjoyment of that thing does not interfere with a minor’s ability to enjoy the same thing in a safe space.

That means putting warnings on fics that have adult themes, that means not posting porn in the main tags, and it absolutely positively means not having any inappropriate interactions with minors you meet on this website, even if it’s their idea.