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nonbinary invents new alphabet

agender person simply doesnt write

Base idea: there is a language which has two alphabets, and their use is gendered. Men use one, women use another.

Like imagine if English but men write only in lowercase and women write only in uppercase.

Or print/cursive.

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How the hell did I manage to do that, all I do is be bisexual, eat hot chip and shitpost

As one of Zeus bastard children, you are doomed to be targeted by Hera, however you found a way to get on the queens good side before she found out who your father is.

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Hello tumblr disabled community.

i am able-bodied, but i'm trying to write my character becoming permanently disabled. She is terrified of being a burden and hates herself for needing other people, and i want to do a character arc where she comes to accept her disability as part of her. this is the beginning. Is this a good start, and what can I change to make this a more realistic?

[“I don’t need a cane,” I said miserably. It was bad enough that I was already so dependent. Needing a cane to walk just felt like salt in the wound. I was already so many things—stupid, incompetent, weak…I didn’t want to add disabled to the list. The word tasted like blood in my mouth.]

Thanks for the help?

#writing #my writing #writeblr #disability #writing disabled characters #disabled characters #disabled ocs #help

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This is a story about a changeling and his sister.

Not so long ago there was a woman who wanted so desperately for a perfect family that she did the unthinkable. She made a deal with the fae—they would give her what she wished for, but at a terrible price: When the child turned thirteen, the fae would come to take it away.

True to the agreement, the woman had her firstborn—a lovely, laughing baby boy with curly rowan-brown locks and a face covered with freckles. She waited, but the fae did not come to mark the child, so she raised the child as her own, gleefully thinking she had outwitted the High Court.

Three years passed, and the baby boy grew strange and fretful. His hair was now unruly and tangled, and he shrieked whenever his mother tried to comb it. He turned difficult and stubborn, with hands that pulled and yanked and a mouth that screamed and bit but never spoke. His mother, who had begun to view the child as a curse from the woods, contented herself with caring for her second-born—another girl, with clear, sparkling blue eyes and hair as yellow as summer sun. She named the second child Sylvia.

Sylvia’s hair never tangled, she never arrived home covered in mud and dirt, and she never cried—but she never laughed either, not that the woman noticed. Meanwhile, the older child—growing quite resentful of his sister—found himself drawn to the woods, pulled by a mysterious feeling that he could not quite place. 

The boy’s fingers continued to twitch, and his mouth continued to move—creating beautiful harmonies that drew nature itself to him. But his mother hated the noise, and, being a very proud woman, locked him in his room whenever he sang. She called him cursed child, witchblood, hobgoblin, faeryspawn, but never his name—which he picked for himself, a lovely name, Rowan.

When young Sylvia was thirteen, the High Court came to collect what they were owed. Her mother fell at the feet of the terrifying creature before her and begged them to take her son instead. The fae refused. We have come to take your child, it said, and although the boy is your son, he was never your child to you.

Young Rowan, who was now a man of sixteen, whose charm and sensitivity and song had formed him into a capable youth, stood before the slavering magical being. Sylvia hid behind him, crying and confused, blue eyes sparkling not with sunlight, but with terrified tears.

“Why have you come to take her?”

It was the bargain, the fae replied.

“No.” Rowan raised his chin and looked the creature in the eye. “Why have you come to take her? What will you do with her once she is in your world?”

I do not know, said the fae. Perhaps she will be a worker, or a pet, or a slave. Perhaps—its eyes gleamed in a way that the youth greatly disliked—she will be a lover for one of the High Court–

Its words were cut off abruptly by the impact of Rowan’s fist to its face. 

The magical creature sputtered in anger. You dare—

Once again, its words were stifled by the impact of Rowan’s other fist. 

“The bargain says that a fae will take Sylvia away when she turns thirteen,” he said menacingly. “Can that fae not be her brother?”

You have made an enemy of the High Court, changeling boy, threatened the fae (already halfway out the door). For your own good, pray that our paths do not cross again.

Rowan turned to his younger sister and the woman who called herself his mother. Timid Sylvia shook with fear, while the mother shook with rage. The latter stabbed a finger at him. “You ruined it,” she snarled. “You ruined everything. My perfect family. My perfect daughter—”

Her beloved golden Sylvia flinched away from her.

#changelings #changeling #fae #fae folk #fair folk #writing #writeblr #my writing #fantasy #fae stories

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its important to do this every time a museum or school thinks this is a good idea

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Are we all ignoring the face that a dehumidifier would unclog the plants?

@nathanwpyle

I literally love this.

I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.

No joke.

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dont u mean a faux puss

Do you know how hard it is knowing I have the prettiest pussy in the world but showing it off would be a faux pas

#bottom surgery

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i want to smash sheldon cooper's head in with a brick

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quotes from my 10yo sister after watching 3/4 of Wish:

"bad movie. if the queen wasnt so hot i would've fallen asleep earlier"

"king magnifico? more like king mid-nifico because he's mid"

"i want to see the goat get bullied"

"shut up gobi" (mispronouning 'gabo', the annoying one)

"queen amaya please date me"

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"enjoyed that, huh babe" *aggressively chomps candy cigarette*

cigarettes are so important to gay sex i wish they weren’t evil

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broke: autistic character can't know about sex, because they are baby

woke: autistic character could theoretically know about sex, but doesn't due to circumstance or pure disinterest

bespoke: autistic character that gets around and is down to give tips whenever necessary. not even linked to a special interest or smth they're just hella charismatic

how many times do we have to say "acting like an autistic character wouldnt know about sex is weird" until it actually sinks in and people stop saying autistic characters wouldnt know about sex

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well it's been a long week since LAST tuesday. you are being very brave

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was the night before she came out....

eve eve?

So, my spouse has been exploring his gender lately; he also just built himself a new laptop. Today he told me that he in an attempt to process some genderfeels through metaphor, he made a post on a trans forum along the lines of: "I'm a lifelong Windows user and I think I'm pretty good at it. I want to find out what Linux has to offer but I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good at it. And how do you choose the right Linux distro, anyway? Do you have to try them all?"

The responses, he said, were a mix of useful advice about feeling out your gender and useful advice about choosing a Linux distro.

I love trans people so much

#trans #transfem #yay i am so happy for eve

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who is this and is she single

“She had a decided chin and a nose that… put [Nona] in mind of those big poison desert cats” - Nona the Ninth page 359

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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

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Tumblr's reply to the situation with CEO's transphobia is pathetic and you should not be thanking them for doing the bare minimum of saying he's not speaking for them. They fucking thanked that bitch.

The affected trans women are still banned.

A transphobic manchild offered no proper apology. Or stopped. He is also still in his position.

Tumblr is still factually transphobic. Keep pushing.

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the most fucked up thing ever is being obsessed w ur own oc. why do i have to make content of them why cant they just magically appear on my screen for me to reblog 200 times. fucked up and also evil

#art #my art #my ocs #sylvia sanders shitposts #mfw i actually have to make art of the guys in my head