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amarrymeinbostonwriter · 2 years

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The books I read in May 2022!

Some of these (Fried Green Tomatoes, Sexual/Textual Politics, and Carrie) were for a Gender Studies class I was taking for my grad degree. The rest of these were books I read because I wanted to, unrelated to my studies. My final for this class was related to The Handmaid’s Tale, which I read in April for this same class.

I wanted to read The Testaments after spending so much time on The Handmaid’s Tale with the paper. It wasn’t what I expected.

I picked up Wild Game when I saw it at the local used book store because my Writing Professor at one of my previous schools recommended it. He knew the author personally too. It’s a memoir of a young woman who helps her mother conduct an affair.

The Return of the Solider is about a solider who loses part of his memories in WWI as a result of trauma and it’s told from his cousin’s perspective. Rebecca West wrote this during the war and it was published in 1918. I wanted to read more WWI and historic fiction since one of my writing projects has the war as one of the settings.

I started reading Heartstopper. I read the first book earlier this year and I have the third one coming in the mail soon. The comic is still cute where I’m reading but I was warned by a friend that it’s going to get much heavier soon.

Female Husbands was a book I’ve been wanting to read for a while and finally got to this month. The book is about the history of trans men, butch lesbians and bisexual women who identified as men in the past (mostly the 18th and 19th centuries in the UK and US) to live as men and usually marry a woman. Because it’s a pretty wide case study and I can’t speak for the dead (a controversial issue when identifying LGBT people in the past), it’s impossible to tell what some of the people would identify as if they were alive today, given the different terminology we have now. The book’s title comes from a historic term given to this community. I found their stories compelling. It was one of the better books I read last month.

The Jane Austen Society was good too. I finally got around to this one as well (I’ve been trying to read from my shelves without buying more new books and somewhat succeeded). Set in the 1940s following WWII, in a small town where Jane Austen once lived, some fans of Jane Austen come together to try to preserve some of her life to create a museum in her honor. There’s drama between the members of the society (several romances). There’s a sequel out too that involves one of the main characters. I’m looking forward to that.

#carrie is probably one of the worst books I've read in a while #King compares most of the female characters to animals multiple times throughout the book :/#most of the other books here were 4-5 stars #sexual/textual politics is very old and is critiquing 2nd wave feminism #I wished we studied newer articles since everything was from the 70s or 80s #I like learning about history but A LOT has happened since the 1980s...#books #bookblr #LGBT lit and historic fiction are two of my genres #read in 2022 #the jane austen society #female husbands #fried green tomatoes at the whistlestop cafe #the return of the soldier #the testaments #wild games #mychatter #maybe I'll start doing some bookblr content since I read fairly often #I have to for my degree but also because I love it #romance #LGBT lit #LGBT history #feminism #women's literature #women writers #may 2022

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buckaroosboogara · 2 months

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Hi! Just wanna raise some awareness here because South America is on fucking fire and I need to see more people talking about this.

Source: RSOE EDIS x

Im just going to talk about the ones i'm closest to, but if you know about these fires, feel free to add in the reblogs!

Chile

In Chile there's (up to Feb 5) 160 wild fires, of which 40 are still trying to be controlled by authorities. The president, Gabriel Boric, has declared State of Emergency in the whole country, and theres a Red Alert Code in most part of the country.

Isla de Chiloé, Southern Chile (900 km away from Santiago de Chile)

This is a (recently controlled) fire that lasted a week, but many neighborhoods were burnt to the ground.

The whole South is in red alert for constant sudden fires that spread quickly due to the lack of rain and the elevated temperatues in the zone. Just today, two fires had to be controlled in the main land next to this island, and more are being reported in the Los Lagos region. This is added to the "controlled" intentional fires that farmers make to clean their fields of old crops along the Central-South parts of the country, mostly surrunding the main route, Ruta 5, that connects the whole country, thus making it hard to see and breathe because of the smoke. (flashnews, most of them get out of control quickly.)

Valparaiso/Viña del Mar, Central Chile (100 km away from Santiago de Chile)

A fire that started on Friday 2nd and grew exponentially because of the wind and the dry, hot climate. More than 100 people are dead, with 70 unrecognized bodies and other 400 that have dissapeared. At least 30000 people that have lost everything to the fire.

There's massive evacuations from this and the neighboring city, Viña Del Mar.

This is said to be the second most deadly fire in the century, surpased by Australia in 2009.

45000+ hectares that include land and neighborhoods have been burnt down.

I could go on about this one, so more info here and here

Argentina

Parque Los Alerces (Esquel), Chubut

The fire strarted on the 25th January, and the climate has made it hard to contain. 3000 hectares of native forest have been burnt to teh ground. It is now growing in the direction of the nearest city, Esquel. Theres been evacuations between yesterday and today (4 and 5th Febuary)

Parque Nahuel Huapi (Bariloche), Río Negro

The reason why im writing this. The city woke up today covered in smoke after a wildfire developed yesterday during the night. The reason? A fireplace that was not turned off in a place where people cannot disembark and can only be reached via boats.

As of now, there's not much information about the fire but hopefully the firefighters will be able to contain it before it reaches Tronador Mountain, where an ancient glaciar is.

...which leads me to the other point i wanted to talk about.

Firefighters

They volunteer to do this job.

In Argentina and Chile, firefighting is not rewarded with a salary, and most of the times they dont even have full firehouses to stay in. These people are at their houses, ready to jump into action and run to the station the second the alarm goes off.

They are neighbors, people that risk their lives and run into danger willingly, just because they want to help the community.

I felt the need to give a shout-out to these people and say:

Don't be a fucking dick, don't start fires in the woods unless it's an approved place, and if you do, TURN IT OFF.

Pour abundant water on it, and do not stop when you don't see any more flames.

Keep pouring water until the ashes don't burn/feel like room temperature in your hand if you put it 10 cm away from it, and even then, pour some more just to be sure.

No heat and no smoke mean a safely extinguished fire.

Save lives and forests.

#dont even get me started on the denial of climate change from my president #didnt wanna get political here #argentina #chile #argieposting #argieblr #soff speaks #wildfires

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snarkyassasexual · 8 months

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I was watching football with my mom tonight and Jimmy Carter came up as he occasionally does because he's from Georgia and so are we. She's had a lot of interaction with what I call the First Family of Georgia since she lived an hour from Plains in Unadilla and later lived/worked in Warner Robins near the Air Force base President Carter went through when coming to Georgia.

The highlights:

She was was fresh out of high school and had a job as a carer at a nursing home. One of her assigned people: President Carter's cousin Linton Slappey. She said he was Out There and they shared a lot of cigarettes. If she didn't keep a sharp eye on him, he'd go tearing down the street to a convenience store to buy more cigarettes. When she caught up with him and lectured him, he was always very bashful. He died in 1982 after she quit working there.

She partied with his sister Gloria Spann. She was dating a guy at the time that knew her and her husband, so he took Mom out there and they had a damn good time. This was 100% when Carter was president, so Mom was a little starstruck.

Side note about Gloria: Literally how do you not have a good time with a woman who got arrested DURING HER BROTHER'S PRESIDENCY for refusing to stop playing a harmonica in a McWaffle restaurant? Impossible. Mom had a great time.

By the time my mom moved to Warner Robins and found a job there as a waitress, President Carter was out of office. Even so, he flew privately since there was the whole "someone tried to kill Reagan for Jodie Foster" thing. She waited on one of President Carter's pilots once and he left her a $100 tip.

She forgot one that she finally remembered tonight:

SHE MET JIMMY GODAMN CARTER WHEN HE WAS GOVERNOR.

She can't recall how, but she would have been 14 or younger at the time since she was born in 1962 and he became president in 1976. She has a signed photo of him somewhere from when she wrote to him on behalf of herself and her maternal cousins.

AND ON TOP OF THAT, she joined a tractor convoy that went to Plains in November 1977 to protest. It got cold as shit during the ride there. Her parents would have stopped her had they been home, but they were partying at a "secret" nightclub.

If you look it up, that November 1977 convoy was written about in the Washington Post and New York Times. It mentioned a Unadilla farmer named Tommy Kersey, one of the organizers. Mom knew him and said he was an asshole.

If you do the math with her being born in 1962, she was 15 about to turn 16 when she jumped on that tractor convoy. 18 or so when caring for Linton. 14-18 when partying with Gloria.

What the fuck, Mom.

#georgia #history #jimmy carter #the 70s were a wild time to be a white girl growing up in South Georgia #jimmy carter was the best human being to ever be US President #Mom and I agree on that much #and I'm mega liberal while she denies the insurrection happened WHEN WE WATCHED IT HAPPEN TOGETHER #we were literally eating my birthday dinner together since January 6th is my birthday #mom better write her memoir or I'm writing a YA novel about her

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dear-ao3 · 8 months

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greetings my friends, romans and fellow countrymen. the time has come once again for me to spin you a yarn of a ridiculous, but absolutely true, tale.

is it candles again, saph? nay.

delaware, then? regrettably, no.

it is a ghost.

as you may know, katya (the other mod on this account) and i have recently moved into an apartment together, which is something that should have never been allowed but alas someone gave us adult money the power to make silly decisions and we went buck wild.

said apartment is weird and old. it may have been a hotel at one point. the building is entirely crooked, and we have 70s parquet floors, popcorn ceilings and a heat lamp in our bathroom.

katya was at the apartment (hereafter referred to as "the popcorn palace") before i was and one night about a week ago called me at 9pm to say "holy shit bestie i think i just saw a mouse"

mice in apartment buildings are not uncommon. and i said as much.

katya searched the whole apartment for the mouse or evidence of mice and came up empty. it was only then that katya told me that he had been sitting in the dining room at the time of the mouse sighting and thought that he had seen it out of the corner of his eye. and, that he was prone to seeing things that weren't there. and he was also tired.

nevertheless !!! katya went down to the front desk and said hello we have a mouse and the front desk said ok bet an exterminator will be there on tuesday.

a few days goes by. there are no more mouse sightings.

and then i moved in.

the day of the move in i woke up at 6am, drove 3.5 hours with my dad blasting a playlist of billy joel, pitbull and children's music, scrubbed crusty vomit out of my sisters new dorm room's carpets for 11 hours and finally arrived at the popcorn palace at 1am. to put it simply, i was exhausted.

katya was not at the popcorn palace that night. this is a crucial detail.

i went to shower around 2am and afterwards was standing at the sink brushing my teeth. out of the corner of my eye. i see something small run across the carpet in the hall.

my first thought was holy shit its the mouse

my second thought was wait a minute did i really see it

i went into the hall, half naked, and searched for the mouse. i found nothing. and then i went to bed.

the following day when katya spawned in i said, oh by the way i may have seen the mouse, but it was 2am and i had been up for 20 hours and it was out of the corner of my eye.

and katya looked me in the eyes and said.

"hey bestie. what if its a ghost. what if we have a ghost mouse."

it is important to note that neither of us believe in ghosts.

we named the ghost mouse desperaux.

you may think this is the end of the tale, but no.

nay! weary reader!

last night katya, fennec (katyas partner) and i were all in the apartment. we were up late dealing with a situation. at about 12:50am we all said goodnight and went to bed.

i turned off the bathroom light, the hall light, and then closed my door and hopped on tumblr for a few minutes. katya and fennec were still awake and at about 1am i saw the hall light turn on. i was like hm. they must still be awake. and so i went to bed.

i woke up at 7am to get ready for work and noticed that the hall light was still on. i figured that they must have forgotten to turn it off.

i turn off the hall light on my way to the bathroom and go about business as usual. katya comes out of his room to go make coffee and i say casually.

"oh bestie, why was the hall light on all night?"

and katya says "i thought you turned it on"

and i said "i was already in my room when it turned on"

katya looked concerned.

and i said "i turned the light off before i went to bed and i heard you guys still awake and then the light went on so i figured you went into the hall and forgot to turn it off"

and then katya said, very slowly, with fear in his eyes, "we were still in my room when the light went on because fennec got up to go check that the door was locked and said "oh the hall light is on, saph must have turned it on"

we both stared at each other in mild shock horror. do we have a ghost? it seems likely. did the ghost mouse turn on the hall light? potentially.

the exterminator is coming today. hopefully he specializes in ghosts.

we will keep you updated.

#not a tag #from saph #the haunting of the popcorn palace

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kaijutegu · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! When you think about love and the animal kingdom, are alligators an animal that comes to mind? No? Well, they should be, because they have some of the most interesting courtship behavior of any non-bird. (Bird displays are something else entirely.) I think it's time that you all are introduced to the Big Gay Alligator Sex Study, more properly known as Courtship Behavior of American Alligators (Alligator mississipiensis), written by Kent Vliet. You can get the paper at the link below!

This was a study done over a 3-year period in the 80s with a population of captive American alligators to look at how they interacted. Alligators are incredibly social and have complex behavioral dynamics, and their courtship rituals and routines are pretty dang interesting. In general, crocodilians spend a great deal of time interacting with each other when compared to other reptiles, and the courtship behavior of a few species is well-documented. But in this post, I'm mostly going to talk about the American alligator (with a quick detour into Cuban crocs).

Why Do We Care About Courtship?

So before I dive into talking about this study, let's talk about why we care about courtship (the social behavior that leads to mating) and mating (sexual interaction that could, hypothetically, lead to reproduction). Courtship and mating are extremely important when studying animal behavior- honestly, they're extremely important when studying zoology in general. In some cases, understanding this behavior actually a major conservation concern! For example, the Cuban crocodile is an endangered species. They're largely constricted to two swampy areas of Cuba, both of which also have American crocodiles present. And unfortunately, the female Cuban crocs find the male American crocs really, really sexy. This is a big problem, because with only about 3-4,000 Cuban crocs left in the wild (possibly even fewer), they need to be breeding with their own species to make more Cubanitos.

These. Make more of them.

But what scientists have found is that not only are there hybrid crocs in the wild, the Cuban population of American crocodiles is more closely related to Cuban crocodiles than other populations of American crocodiles, suggesting this has been going on for a very long time.

You can read more about that here if you want, but back to the gay alligators.

Alligator? More Like Alli-GAY-tor, amiright?

(actually that IS wrong it's more like alli-bisexual-tor, but that doesn't sound like alligator)

So how does a study like this happen? Back in the 80s, the American population was Feeling A Way about alligators. Something that you gotta understand when you're doing any kind of conservation is that people protect what they love, and they love what they understand. Alligators are a major conservation success story today- there's millions in the wild- but they were in serious danger of extinction in the 1960s, and it was a combination of legislation, awareness campaigns, and captive breeding at both zoological parks and commercial gator farms that helped bring them back. As a result, they were one of the first species to be de-listed from the ESA!

All of this attention meant that alligator science was flourishing in the late 70s and 80s, and that's where this study comes into being. This post is long enough so I'm not gonna go into all the details and methodology- you can find that in the paper I linked up top!

However, there is one piece of methodology we should talk about, and that's the choice of study population. It's part of what makes this particular study so interesting!. See, in a lot of cases, captive behavior really differs from wild behavior. This can be impacted by captivity conditions- what other animals the study animal has access to, what behaviors the animal has learned in captivity, even down to things like how the animals are fed. For example, some courtship behavior in captive animals can be the result of unnatural habitat conditions or limited social groupings. If you only have access to a couple of conspecifics, you don't have the same choices that you do if you have access to something closer to a wild population. If you've got a breeding group with one male and a handful of females, you can't ask or answer any questions about male/male interactions! Crowding is also an issue- too many animals in a space can be stressful, and lead to atypical sexual behavior.

But that's one of the cool elements of this study: the alligators in question live in a large social group in a lagoon that's basically just natural habitat with a boardwalk going around it. It's about as close to studying a wild population as you can get, with the advantage that it's far more accessible. And what this leads to is that that the researchers were able to see a really wide range of behavior, because all of the alligators had lots of access to lots of different mates. They were able to make choices that you wouldn't see in a smaller group. There's a trade-off that Vliet notes, and that is the population density and captive situation means that results might not quite work out the way they do in the wild- but in the years since, the results of the study have been vindicated with research into wild populations.

So, what are alligators into? Gay sex, group sex, yelling real loud, and lots and lots of... gentle caressing.

that's not a euphemism they spend a lot of time gently rubbing each others' faces

So first things first, it turns out that the vast majority of alligator mounting, which occurs after courtship behaviors like jaw rubbing, bellowing, head rubbing, and swimming together is male/male. Over the three year study period, an average of 68% of all sexual interactions were male/male. However, what they don't really notice is exclusivity, because when it comes to the sex of their sex partner, alligators... well. They aren't all that picky.

Another fascinating aspect of alligator courtship is what's called courtship groups. These are readily observed in captive settings (and in the wild, too, as mentioned in Dragon Songs), and are mixed-sex groups that spontaneously form. As other alligators approach a mounting pair, the original pair will happily split up and switch partners. Usually what happens is that the alligator on top slides off to initiate courtship with a newly-arrived individual. What's really interesting here is that, as the author notes, "males engaged in courtship with a female readily terminate that interaction and initiate interactions with males." Another fun element of alligator courtship is that while in most vertebrates, males approach females, alligator females often approach males. Usually it's the males approaching, but for many crocodilians, courtship initiation is an equal-opportunity affair.

Alligators are also really vocal during courtship! This is pretty unusual for a reptile- usually they're a quiet bunch. But crocodilians are pretty chatty. And during the breeding season, something pretty spectacular happens: infrasonic communication, better known as bellowing. This is sometimes called water dancing, due to the ripple patterns it makes. It's a loud, low-pitched rumble that conveys information about size and location, and is used for territorial displays and as a mating call. During the not-breeding season, a bellow means "stay away!" During the breeding season, it means "HOT ALLIGATOR SINGLES IN YOUR AREA."

Here's some pretty spectacular videos showing you what this looks and sounds like. The vibrations make the water above their backs splash up.

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Alligators are also extremely tactile during courtship. The study has detailed analysis of touch in specific tactile zones along the head and neck of the alligators. Vliet notes "These sites have increased numbers of swollen pustular scale organs, the function of which is unknown."

What's kinda funny about this to me is that now, the functions of these organs are known- they're highly innervated tissues that help alligators detect prey in murky water. An alligator's jaws are more sensitive than a human fingertip due to the sheer number of nerve endings! So of course these areas are going to be highly sensitive, and to me it makes perfect sense that they feature so heavily in courtship.

So what can we take away from this 40-year-old study? Quite a bit! First, it's a great reminder that humans aren't special. We see same-sex mating behavior in pretty much every species we look at. We see it in cockroaches, spiders, and butterflies. We see it in sheep. We see it in alligators. We see it in every other species of great ape. Of course we also see it in humans! There's nothing that special about same-sex sexual behavior. It's a part of... pretty much everybody's evolutionary history.

Another thing I think is really important is that while this is an old study, it was absolutely pivotal as a turning point in helping people understand alligators. Remember how I said earlier that we protect what we love, and we love what we understand? This study showed the world that alligators weren't just mindless eating machines. They're socially complex! Understanding alligator sociality and how they choose mates and interact helped us care for them better. It told us more about how to keep them happy in captivity. Alligators are smart, communicative creatures. They don't always get along, but they don't always fight, either. (Don't get me wrong: they will fight each other, and they've actually evolved some pretty specific anti-other-alligator defenses... but they don't always fight, even during the breeding season.) This is interesting to me because in mammals, it's hypothesized that same-sex sexual behavior may have evolved for prosocial reasons; that is, it helps reduce conflicts. Perhaps it does the same for alligators.

In conclusion:

If you want to know more about alligator courtship and mating rituals, I can't recommend Vladimir Dinets's Dragon Songs: Love and Adventure Among Crocodiles, Alligators, and Other Dinosaur Relations highly enough. I know I talk about this book all the time, but it's easily the most accessible writing on crocodilian social behavior. It will change the way you think about and understand these animals.

Another phenomenal book is Alligators: The Illustrated Guide to Their Biology, Behavior, and Conservation by Kent Vliet. (Hm, wonder if he's written anything else...) This is basically the Bible for gator behavior. The photographs are absolutely gorgeous, too.

#alligators #reptiblr #reptile #long post #Youtube

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afeelgoodblog · 10 months

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Best News of Last Week - July 3, 2023

🐕 - This dog is 'disc'-overing hidden treasures! Get ready for the 'paws'-itively successful fundraiser, Daisy's Discs!

1. Most unionized US rail workers now have new sick leave

More than 60% of U.S. unionized railroad workers at major railroads are now covered by new sick leave agreements, a trade group said Monday.

Last year railroads came under fire for not agreeing to paid sick leave during labor negotiations.

2. Missing teen found after being lost in the wilderness for 50 hours

Esther Wang, 16, had been hiking with three other people through the Maple Ridge park on Tuesday.

The group made it to Steve’s lookout around 2:45 p.m. that day.However, when they headed back down to the campsite, after about 15 minutes of hiking, the group leader realized Wang was missing. They returned to the lookout to look for Wang but couldn’t find her. The leader headed to the trail entrance to notify a park ranger and police.

“Esther Wang has been located. She’s healthy, she is happy and she’s with family.”

3. A dog has retrieved 155 discs from woods. They’ll be on sale soon, with proceeds going to the park in West Virginia where they were found

Meet Daisy, the yellow Labrador retriever with a unique talent for finding lost Frisbee golf discs at Grand Vue Park in West Virginia. Four years ago, while on a walk with her owner Kelly Mason, Daisy discovered a disc in the woods and proudly brought it back. Since then, Daisy's obsession with finding stray discs has grown, and she has collected an impressive cache of 155 discs.

Mason and park officials have now come up with a plan to return the discs to their owners if they are labeled, and any unclaimed discs will be sold as a fundraiser to support the park's disc golf courses. Daisy's Discs is expected to be a success, with many excited about the possibility of recovering their lost discs thanks to Daisy's remarkable skills.

4. Australian earless dragon last seen in 1969 rediscovered in secret location

A tiny earless dragon feared to be extinct in the wild has been sighted for the first time in more than 50 years – at a location that is being kept secret to help preservation efforts.

The Victorian grassland earless dragon, Tympanocryptis pinguicolla, has now been rediscovered in the state, according to a joint statement issued by the Victorian and federal Labor governments on Sunday.

5. Detroit is going to power 100% of its municipal buildings with solar

All of Detroit’s municipal buildings are going to be powered by neighborhood solar as part of the city’s efforts to combat climate change – check out the city’s cool grassroots plan. Meet Detroit Rock Solar City.

The city has determined that it’s going to need around 250 acres of solar panels in order to achieve 100% solar power for its municipal buildings.

6. Canada Officially Bans Cosmetic Testing on Animals

The fight for cruelty-free beauty in Canada has seen a significant breakthrough as the Canadian government legislates a full ban on cosmetic animal testing and trade, marking a victory for Animal rights advocates and eco-conscious consumers.

This landmark decision is part of the Budget Implementation Act (Bill C-47), not only prohibiting cosmetic animal testing but also putting an end to the sale of cosmetics that use new animal testing data for safety substantiation.

7. Belize certified malaria-free by WHO

The World Health Organization (WHO) has certified Belize as malaria-free, following the country’s over 70 years of continued efforts to stamp out the disease.

“WHO congratulates the people and government of Belize and their network of global and local partners for this achievement”, said Dr Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, WHO Director-General. “Belize is another example of how, with the right tools and the right approach, we can dream of a malaria-free future.”

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eccleraprisma · 2 years

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been thinking and there’s definitely one new religious movement i will never reblog here and i owe no one and explanation for that but i feel like saying it anyways. and it’s because of how my first impression of it was extremely anti queer, appropriative and full of bad theology. and i’m still fucking angry about it. [cw: lesbophobia, transphobia, transmisogyny, conversion therapy mention and rhetoric, antimasculism]

when i went to go look up this religion (most of the adherents are actually here on tumblr) i found some really upsetting and bigoted things positioned as normal and acceptable. like spiritual reasons for why a gender expression beyond femininity exists chalked up to a “corruption” of divine order that explains why men and masculinity exist (they believe in something they call ‘feminine essentialism’, just like gender essentialism but built spiritually and worse and geared towards hatred of men and non-women).

then i found more when a question was asked of a popular (and now thankfully deactivated) blog about why gay people exist in which op proceeded to claim lesbianism was a disorder and that adherents had to fight against those “urges” and that they didn’t know if their god actually hated homosexuality or accepted gay adherents at all but that god definitely doesn’t accept trans women in her religion with a lot of transmisogynistic reasons for that. oh yeah, and someone lamented that no form of conversion therapy has been proved truly effective so gay people would have to pray against “temptations” instead because being a lesbian is incompatible with their feminine essentialism doctrine and with the religion.

thinking back on it now a few months later makes me want to be sick. when i first read those things i was absolutely enraged. disgusted. this was after i read their main holy books and started dissecting them but seeing what the actual followers thought and believed told me not to waste anymore time researching or giving thought to that movement except maybe to warn people about it. i vehemently hate religious based bigotry against minorities in this case against queer people and you’d expect something better from a modern movement until you realize it purposely mirrors conservative catholicism almost in every way with some gnostic thought thrown in for fun and new movement doesn’t always equal good movement.

it’s no surprise the religion is basically conservative christianity for r*dfems, down to their holy book, creation story, imagery and even the literal eucharist and rosary were appropriated along with “inspiration” from various eastern religions like hinduism and buddhism (stolen dharma principles, reincarnation, terms for angels and demon entities and they literally use statues of the virgin mary as stand in for their religious figures). they will deny blatant appropriation of christianity by instead saying it’s one of the eastern religions they got insp from which is arguably worse considering the exoticism, racism and appropriation that led to this. the people within the religion were more preoccupied with keeping the peace among adherents (read: not calling out transphobes and making sure the community stayed hostile to trans people and trans women especially and those that support them)

i never thought i’d stumble upon a faith so invested and built on gender essentialism and bigotry except maybe modern christian fundamentalism/evangelicalism but no, somehow in my curiosity i found something even worse right here on this webbed site. and the true origin of the religion? it’s from literal t*rf island in the ‘70s and ‘80s. go figure

#eccleraprisma #it’s time to talk my shit actually i never want to interact with these people in the wild or online #i could go into detail about their religious pdfs and how nothing adds up #and how they’re probably also lying about the origin of their holy book anyways bc they were posted anonymously in the fucking 70s #another splinter of the group was running an abusive group home too apparently #religion #bad theology #transphobia #personal

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hypewinter · 3 months

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So I've seen a lot of posts that use Danny Todd or Respawn in reincarnation ideas. Couple that with a severe lack of sleep and a desperation to not do any or the various assignments I have and I got a gloriously stupid idea. What if Danny were constantly reincarnating?

We begin with Thomas Wayne Jr. Older brother to Bruce Wayne and brain damaged serial killer turned acrobat? (Boy the 70s were wild) anyhow after Thomas Jr. heroically takes a bullet for his brother, the higher powers that be decide he was given a rotten hand in life and decide to let him reincarnate.

Enter Danny Todd who has yet another tragic life. He tries to shield his brother from the terrors of the world and give him a good life. He even joins a gang and dirties his hands so Jason doesn't have to. The unfortunately ends with Danny Todd losing his life with the fire escape he's on collapses. The powers that be cough awkwardly as they realize this new life was just as terrible as the first. Therefore they try again.

Bam! Daniel Fenton comes bursting onto the scene and his life is actually pretty good. Sure his parents are a little obsessed with their research but by no means are they neglectful. Plus Danny is smart, talented, and driven. What a great life, nothing could possibly go wrong with this one! Until Danny turns 14 and promptly gets zapped. Now this right here opens up a whole new can of worms as Danny's newfound half ghost status gives him access to his past lives. Nothing too grand. Just little memories or feelings here and there but these glimpses seem to be getting clearer as time goes on. Too bad there's no time to focus on that though with all of these new ghost baddies stream in. Speaking of ghost baddies, during the events of TUE, Danny ends up sacrificing his life to save his family and erase Dan from the time stream.

So.... he's dead. Again. Geez what is with this kid dying younger and younger? Why can't you just live a long happy and fulfilling life!? *Sigh* That's it. Maybe what your soul really needs is some peaceful eternal rest. Wait where did he go? What do you mean he fell into a reincarnation pool? Who did he reincarnate as?!?

Respawn, son of Slade Wilson and Talia Al Ghul, opens his eyes. He has four sets of memories competing for dominance in his mind. Which leads him to be very confused and given his parentage/training, very angry. The only times things ever seemed to calm were when he was stalking Damian around his new family. Is that what he needs? The Waynes? But they already have Damian. Respawn would just be the spare if he joined them. He didn't like that. Replacement however - though still mildly annoying - he could get behind it.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #is this idea crazy stupid and confusing?#oh absolutely #do i think it's going to get any remote bit of traction?#definitely not #did any of that stop me from posting?#clearly not or we wouldn't be here now would we?

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Carbonara (or Carmy Cooks for You)

Pt. 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy

This is part 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy! I hope you love it. NO WARNINGS. Pure fluff

Your apartment was warm. You entered ahead of Carmy, hanging your coat on the wall and kicking off your shoes. “Make yourself at home!” You invited, jovially.

Carmy followed suit, taking in your space. It smelled like you. It was small, but cozy. Personal touches littered every inch of the space. Your kitchen was to the left, a small wooden table against the wall for your dining area. The kitchen counter looked out to the moderately sized living room. Your little orange velvet couch sat before exposed brick and two tall windows. The wall to the left was covered with posters and picture frames, to the right were a pair of bookshelves without an inch of space that wasn’t occupied by a book or trinket. Several plants crowded the windowsills. The rug was soft and plushy on his feet. It would seem hectic to the blind eye, but Carmy could sense the intention behind each item present. Drumming his fingers on his leg, he chose to look at the wall of pictures. It was an eclectic mix of old posters; there were vintage Coca Cola posters, fashion campaigns from the 70s and 80s, music posters like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin and such.. There were pictures and Polaroids of you with people he didn’t recognize and a few random things in picture frames; a pressed flower, a movie ticket, an unused tea bag, a coffee cup sleeve with a scrawling handwriting on it that said “don’t look back”.

You emerged from the bathroom, your hair free from the bun Carmy was used to. It fell about your face, messy and wild in a way that made the breath catch in Carmy’s throat. You joined him at his side, smiling at the wall before you.

“My scrap wall,” you explained. “I love the idea of scrapbooks but I like seeing things everyday.” Carmy nodded, staring at your profile. The slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He could reach out and caress your cheek… he wrenched his gaze from you and forced it to the wall. “I uh, I had no idea you were into vintage stuff.” He said.

“Likewise.” He raised his brow at you sideways and you laughed. “Loopwheel? Very Americana.” Carmy’s face felt hot. Was this real? It couldn’t be. How could you be any more perfect. You were still wearing his shirt. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Carmy had perused your fridge and pantry, settling on the dish he’d make. You sat at the little table, one leg pulled up to your chest and scratching away in a notebook before you. Music from the playlist you put on floated through the space, complimenting the ambient sound of Camry hard at work. It was so domestic. Usually, Carmy was anxious. His head pounded, his heart raced, and he could never catch his breath. But here with you, Carmy felt peaceful. It was like he’d done this a thousand times before. It was comfortable, safe. Carmy’s chest felt warm and relaxed. His mind wandered as his well practiced hands moved through the recipe. He imagined being here with you, making dinner together after a long day at the restaurant or curled up on the couch watching something on tv, how his arms would wrap around you and you’d lay your head on his chest. Little things filled his mind: going grocery shopping together, washing dishes, folding laundry, having coffee in the morning sitting in your couch and discussing vintage American icons. Sleeping beside you, feeling your skin against his, feeling your-

“Fuck!” The hot sear of the pan against Carmy’s hand snapped him out of his thoughts. You leapt to your feet, rushing over to him.

“Are you okay?!” You asked, grasping his hand in both of yours and guiding it under the stream of cold water. Truthfully, Carmy couldn’t even feel the burn. Not when your hands were on him. You cooed and tutted, closely inspecting his hand.

“I’m alright.” He assured you. You looked up at him and released his hand, much to Carmy’s dismay. You were close, the sink pressed against your back. If you took an extra deep breath your chest would brush against his. Carmy wasn’t particularly tall, but the way he looked down at you, his eyes dark and glued to yours, lips parted slightly, and his uninjured hand resting on the edge of the counter beside you, it felt like he towered over you.

“C-can I help?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out as such a whisper, but you couldn’t help it. His proximity made you dizzy.

“No, no… it’s almost done.”

It felt like an eternity while you stared at each other. You forced yourself away, resuming your place at the table while your heart screamed at the four foot distance. The next few minutes passed in silence until Carmy set a warm bowl in front of you.

Your jaw dropped.

Carmy kicked the door to the alley open, flicking his lighter. He felt like he was going to explode. Richie’s constant bitching, the endless mess of the office and the kitchen, everything was fucked. It was fucked. Carmy ran a frantic hand through his hair. He couldn’t breathe. He took a few steps into the alley, fully intending on having a total meltdown until he heard it. A sniffle.

You sat with your back against the bricks, your head in your hands. “Hey,” Carmy tried to make his voice as gentle as he could. “Are you, um- are you okay?”

Carmy felt his heart drop out of his body when you turned your face to him. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. Shit. Shit shit shit. What had he done? How had he fucked this up already? What happened? Was it Richie? He’d kill him.

“I’m sorry, chef.” You said, wiping your face.

“Carmy.” He said, quickly. “Sorry um… just you can call me Carmy.”

You smiled softly, despite the tears in your eyes you were beautiful. “Carmy,” you tested it on your tongue. Carmy thought he’d explode hearing your sweet voice say his name. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying at work it’s just-” you choked up, averting your gaze and shamefully wiping your tears.

Carmy sank down to sit beside you, unsure. You sighed. “My mom uh… she’s kind of fucked up. And my brother keeps calling and screaming at me because he wants me to go home and take care of her but…” you shook your head. “I just can’t go back there, ya know?”

Carmy’s heart panged with empathy. “Yeah, I know what you mean…”

“It was so fucked up when I was a kid, though.” You stared up at the sky. “When I was 10, my mom would make carbonara every Wednesday. It was my favorite day of the week because I loved carbonara. When she started to get worse, I’d make it on Wednesdays just trying to hold onto it you know? I haven’t made it since I was a kid… I don’t know, I just… couldn’t bring myself to. I miss it though.”

Carmy let you vent but truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. It was a little too close to home for him. He just watched you. The sun on your face, the puffiness subsiding from your eyes. He looked down at the ground, worried he’d say something stupid if he kept staring at you. You sighed again. You turned your head to him with a soft smile on your lips. “Thank you for listening to me rant. It feels good to say it out loud.”

Carmy’s cheeks tingled as he met your gaze. He smiled in return, the anxiety that had driven him into the alley in the first place was a million miles away.

“Yeah, anytime.”

You stared at the bowl before you. A nest of creamy spaghetti, dusted with grated Parmesan, crispy pancetta, and vibrant green chives. You felt your throat grow tight, tears pricking at your eyes. Carmy settled in the chair across from you and you stared at him in disbelief. “Carbonara?”

Carmy was suddenly nervous. Had he overstepped? “You uh, you said you hadn’t had it in a while.”

Nothing could have prepared Carmy for the look on your face. Eyes wide at him and beaming with adoration. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words seemed to fall short so instead you lifted a forkful of the creamy noodles to your lips. You sighed with delight when it touched your tongue. “Oh my god…”

“Good?”

You nodded, vigorously. “That is the best carbonara I’ve ever had.” You shook your head with a chuckle as you continued to eat. “You’re so annoying.”

“What?” Carmy practically choked he was so confused.

You laughed again, the melodic sound easing his nerves. “You’re SO good at this. Better be careful or I’ll have to make you cook dinner every night.”

Carmy couldn’t think of anything he’d like more. The warmth in his chest was threatening to spill over as he gathered all his courage into one single word: “promise?”

Seeing Carmy outside of the restaurant already gave you butterflies, but having him in your apartment so close you could touch made your knees weak. You stood at the sink side by side washing the dishes from dinner. Your shoulders bumped every few seconds. You had just made Carmy laugh with your very strong opinions of John Lennon. You’d never heard him laugh like that before, so earnest and carefree. His shoulders seemed lighter, his eyes brighter. The stress of family and the restaurant was far behind both of you, kept out by your apartment door. You hummed, wishing this night could last forever.

“Yeah… me too.” Carmy was grinning at you, cheeks tinged red and bashful. Your eyes widened, had that been out loud?

“Sorry, I uh- I just mean um-” you looked shyly over to him. He was drying his hands, leaning against the counter with a pleased smile on his perfect lips.

“It’s okay,” he assured. Carmy stepped closer. The warmth in his chest was boiling over. He reached up slowly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered against your cheek. “I like taking care of you too.”

#carmen berzatto fluff #carmy x fem!reader #carmy x you #carmy x reader #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy fluff #the bear #fluff

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give the people what they want :

porn stache steve going down on us

Time to giddy up, yeah?

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ established relationship, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, mustache ride, dirty talk.

word count: 2.2k

authors note: just something fun, flirty and dirty provoked by cece, she is the anon in case anyone was wondering. @corrodedcherry @corrodedcorpses @bewilderedbunny

Steve’s normally clean shaven face had been covered in thick scruff for the past week, too tired from moving into your first place together to keep up appearances he’d let it go wild. The two of you had spent the last seven days covered in sweat and grime while you unpacked, organized and decorated the new space and then redecorated again when you decided you didn’t like it.

Dinner plans with the rest of the party and a hot shower is finally what brings him to the mirror in the bathroom with his razor and shaving cream in hand. Rubbing a circle big enough to see himself in the condensation that had built up on the glass he huffs at his appearance.

Covering the bottom half of his face in the light blue cream, he can’t help himself when he shaves his beard into a goatee — you know, just to see what it’d look like. Snorting when his hazel eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, he’s quick to get rid of the patch on his chin. Leaving long handle bars running down the sides of his mouth, his pink lips pull into a scowl.

Puffing up his chest he’d only admit it to himself that he thinks they make him look tough. Steve starts to feel like the master of disguise when the simple act of just shaving gets lost on him. Trimming up the sides his next act is the classic 70’s porn stache.

Raising an eyebrow while he runs his fingers over it he can’t stop the amused chuckle that bubbles from his chest. Tightening the towel that rested low on his hips, he couldn’t wait to see your reaction. Padding down the hall to the bedroom where he knew you were lounged out reading, just where he left you.

He stops in the doorway to admire the way the hem of the simple navy blue cotton of his shirt rides high on your thighs. Laying on your back with your feet pressed to the mattress, your bottom lip sits tucked between your teeth your brows knitting together as you focus hard on a certain part. The creak of the door gives away his intrusion but it’s him clearing his throat that catches your attention.

Wiggling his eyebrows his smile is wide enough to crack his face in half as he waits for your laugh but it never comes. Instead, your eyes glaze over as your breath hitches in in your throat when you take in his new appearance — legs snapping shut with a soft smack when your thighs meet.

It was supposed to be a joke, you were supposed to laugh — not look at him like that.

“You’ve gotta be kidding babe.” Steve’s laugh makes you hide deeper into your book, cheeks burning behind the pages your body giving you away to him like it always does. “This is doing it for you, this?”

He smirks when you start to reveal yourself to him when he stops at the edge of the bed by your feet. Slowly dragging the book down your face, the pages catch your pouty bottom lip pulling gently before it pops back into place just begging to get kissed.

Shrugging you try to be nonchalant but even you know it’s too late.

“What can I say? It works for you, Harrington.” Smirking up at him you make a show of openly taking in his barely covered form, you swallow thickly when you get to the damp patch of dark hair on his chest.

“Oh yeah?” His amusement is quickly replaced with the kind of smugness you only see when he’s inside you. Mischief in his darkened eyes, the bright forest inside them turns into night. “Wanna take a ride? You know what they say, ‘save a horse, ride your boyfriend's face’.”

Snapping your book closed with a breathy giggle and a soft “Steve” you quirk your brows when his fingers wrap easily around your ankle. Giving you a gentle tug your legs fall open for him to slot in between. His hands are quick to find a home on the tops of your thighs, squeezing gently at the soft fat before letting the pads of his fingers travel up pushing his shirt up with them.

“Are you gonna keep your Burt Reynolds stache for dinner tonight?” Flustered at what he was insinuating you try to deflect from the way the silly question makes you squirm, but when his lips pull up into a knowing grin you know your efforts are in vain.

“That depends, do you want me to?” Leaning down he starts trailing kisses where his fingers just were, nipping at the areas he knows will earn him a gasp before his tongue smooths over them loving the way you sigh after each one. His shirt sits rucked up right below the curve of your breasts, his thumb swiping against the bottom “Cause I think you do.”

He sucks at his teeth when he sees the wet patch darkening the simple black cotton of your panties. Looking up at you from under the hood of his lashes his fingers hook in the elastic at the top tugging at them you comply silently by lifting your hips. There’s a low hum of approval when he sees your glistening folds in the soft light from the lamp on the nightstand when he discards the offending fabric.

“I don’t know if I can have you walking around soaked like this baby, how would you make it through dinner?” Running two fingers through your slick he collects what he can before moving slow lazy circles over your already puffy clit tutting when your hips buck up in reaction “All this over a little mustache huh?”

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you bite your moan back when he leaves your button to circle your entrance, only stretching you just enough to have you wiggle for more underneath him.

Your eagerness makes him quick to take his hand away, a breathy laugh escaping him when he sees the glare on your face. Crawling up your body he slots his knee between your spread legs, the towel parting enough to give you the delicious view of the hair covering his thighs before his face comes hovering over yours. His usual bright eyes are black as they consume you nudging his nose with yours. The fresh mint of his tooth paste still lingers on his breath as it fans hot across your parted lips.

“You never answered my first question, baby.” His pearly whites flash when his pink lips spread wide into a knowing grin that only adds to the growing pool between your legs.

Steve always made it a point to go down on you, sometimes not stopping till he’d collected two or three orgasms depending on his mood, but he’d never asked you to do this before.

Despite the years of being with him, the nerves that consumed you at the thought make you feel like it was your first time all over again. Words falling silent on your tongue all you do is nod before closing the distance, stealing the kiss that he’d been teasing you with since he walked through the door.

His lips move against yours almost instantly, one hand coming up to cup your face. The warmth of his palm against your cheek brings you closer to him when his thumb brushes gently against the soft skin below your closed lid.

Sighing into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your lower lip, he takes his opening without a second thought groaning when you meet his advances just as eager.

Steve kisses you with an edge you’d never felt before, stealing your breath until he leaves you panting when he pulls away. Rolling over onto his back his towel falls open revealing the extent of the effect you had on him too. Pink and slightly angry his tip was already topped with a translucent pearl of precum when it slaps against his stomach.

An unknown excitement crackles in the thick air, goosebumps dancing across your skin at trying something new. Licking his lips they shine when they twist up as he looks at you.

“Wanna get up here and show me just how much you like it?”

His smirk only grows when he sees the way you bashfully nod at his question.

“I need to hear your words, pretty girl.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trail down your jaw before his thumb presses gently against your chin. “It’s just me and you.”

It takes you a minute to find your voice again, drowning in the way he was drinking you in, he still looked at you like the first day you met.

“I - I wanna take you for a spin baby.” The sweetest giggle bubbles from your lips as your face breaks into a smile when your words earn you his surprised laugh.

“Time to giddy up, yeah?” Winking when you snort, his playfulness gives you the assurance that you need.

He’s nothing but praises and soft coos when you get situated with knees on either side of his face. Holding yourself above him just close enough to feel the tickle of his mustache on the inside of your thighs and the heat of his breath against your dripping lips. He tugs at the bottom of his shirt signaling for you to take it off before his hands get situated on the back of your thighs.

It’s his turn for his breath to catch when your pert nipples stand at attention once they hit the air conditioned air of your apartment.

“So fucking beautiful honey.” He says it like he means it, like you know he does. His eyes glazing over as he takes in your naked curves.

Lifting his head up he licks a tentative stipe up your slit relishing in the way it makes your legs shake. Nose nudging at your clit when he does it again, there's a low growl that rumbles from his chest before he pulls you down with no warning.

You gasp his name when his tongue flattens between your folds and the blunt ends of his finger nails dig into your flesh. The pointed end of his nose presses firm against your bundle of nerves while his tongue slowly starts to fuck in and out of you. Lapping you up like it’s the best thing that’s ever touched his taste buds, he gets greedy and starts to pull you even closer, taking all your weight before shaking his head from side to side.

“Jesus fucking Christ - Steve!” Your voice comes out high pitched, drawn out in a pathetic whine while your fingers find purchase tangling in his hair, your hips dare to meet the chaos of his tongue as you start to rock against his face.

He pulls back just enough to see the way his chin shines with your arousal, the honey color of his mustache glistening with your slick — the ends sticking together from getting so wet.

“Just like that, don’t hold back. I wanna feel you fall apart just like this. Give me what I want, baby. Please. You taste so fucking good.” He doesn’t even sound like your boyfriend he’s so pussy drunk, he pulls you back to him, groaning loud enough to vibrate through your core he starts working you with his tongue again.

The two of you find a steady rhythm as your hips move in time with the strokes of his tongue. The sound of your slick against his skin fills the quiet as you really start to ride him, moaning his name he grips you even harder. One hand leaves your thigh to wrap around his length and you wonder if he’s gonna cum with you, the coil in your gut already starting to tighten.

“This - you, god you feel so good Stevie.” The movements of your hips become more erratic when his tongue starts focusing its attacks on your clit.

You swear you can feel his smirk between your legs at your praise. His body starts shuddering beneath you, the quick work of his hand was bringing him close too. Using the tip of his tongue to rub circles against your swollen nub, he increases his movements more when he hears the moan it pulls from you.

“Right there, just - just like that. Shit. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” Bouncing against his face and tugging at his roots, your orgasm rips through you like white hot flames.

His tongue never eases its motions despite the feeling of his release hitting your ass, coaxing even more out of you when you thought you’d had enough.

He doesn’t stop even after your hips stop rocking, and he still doesn’t stop when you start to whine. Pulling you down everytime you tried to escape not once but twice, he finally lets you recover after he has you begging for mercy.

Rolling onto your back with a heaving chest, Steve’s sports a shiny shit eating grin.

“If I’d known you’d let me do that, I would’ve had a mustache a long time ago.”

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