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JK Rowling has used her billionaire legal team to silence a Jewish woman for telling the truth about her contempt for trans victims of the Holocaust.

Scotland’s network of “freedom of speech” organisations, as per usual, have nothing to say about the use of wealth to gag critics of the wealthy.

However fast they race to condemn the LGBT+ community for saying the names of those who harm us. Statements at the ready to insist that transphobes no one wants to work with anymore must be given every possible opportunity to gain from their bigotry.

But it's not the billionaires who are being silenced, as our media breathlessly echo their every hateful proclamation.

It's journalists and activists forced to publicly humiliate themselves under the weight and the threat of billionaire legal teams or be driven into destitution.

We deserve better. Freedom of speech needs to mean something

#jk rowling #q

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Yes, I'm totally normal about her

#this won't be a problem I'm sure #hecate #hades 2 #hades game #hades: fanart

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i still won't draw him consistently but at least we've branched from the rbf i got excited about matt talking about him in regards to the m9 show and took a break 2 doodle him today :]

#op this is such a great Essek #I love his expressions! #and the frumpkin #essek thelyss #the mighty nein #critical role #cr: fanart

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“For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong”

— H.L. Mencken

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I recently yeeting this up onto AO3: the witching hour

a few days ago, @zmeess posted this incredible artwork and it has lived in my head rent-free ever since and inspired this little ficlet

“Caleb.” 

Essek says it on an exhale, a mere breath of wind that quietly disturbs the still of the hour, and yet the impact is as if he slammed open the door and crashed into the space. Caleb’s hand tighten’s on his, his eyes impossibly wide, reflecting the blue light of Catha as it slowly pools into the space.

That same hand pulls him in closer until Caleb’s other clings to his waist, fisting in the fabric of his tunic.

“Starlight,” says Caleb, thumb brushing over Essek’s knuckles. “You’ve dressed in starlight.”

Essek’s breath hitches, as he reaches a hand out to cup Caleb’s cheek. “Hardly. It’s just fabric. Now you, your cheeks are dusted in freckles. That is true starlight.”

Caleb uses the hand on his waist to tug him in closer, and the motion causes Essek to bump into the table behind him. He hears a crack and splash—the bottle of ink Caleb was using must have been uncorked—but he doesn’t turn to it. Neither does Caleb.

“You have your own freckles, Essek Thelyss.” Caleb drinks the sight of him in, his eyes roaming over Essek’s face, and he knows he is doing the same. Caleb looks the same, though his hair is a little longer, the bags under his eyes are a little lighter, and there are a few more crease lines around his eyes. Time has passed, and yet the hands that reach are the same. The scent of parchment, of sandalwood and incense, that is all the same. “And yours are truly flecks of starlight. I can see why you picked this fabric.”

It’s a matter of moving, to press in close, to shift his hand until it is clutched in Caleb’s hair rather than on his cheek, until he is standing between Caleb’s parted thighs and Caleb is holding onto him just as fiercely.

“I have missed you,” says Caleb, voice low and heavy, the truth of his words reverberating through Essek’s sternum and into his heart.

“As have I.” He presses his nose to the centre of Caleb’s forehead and closes his eyes, breathing deeply. “I—” Caleb’s arms are cradling his back, cradling his waist, as if he too, is remembering the shape of him and the weight he takes up. He’s tugged impossibly closer, until he’s kneeling on either side of Caleb’s lap, breathing the same air, sharing the same space. “I did not expect you to still be awake.”

“Sleep does not come easily when there are good books to read and drow suitors to await.”

Essek chuckles fondly, shifting to press his lips to Caleb’s forehead before settling down more comfortably onto Caleb. And if this position brings them closer, brings them into a way to speak of his interest, then that is neither here nor there. “Oh? What was so engaging to keep you from it?”

“How long do you have?”

“All night, my love. All night.”

#my writing #fic: the witching hour #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the mighty nein #critical role #cr: fanfic

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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

#and I still hate it #q

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love when a dynamic is like. this would be deeply toxic for anyone else but considering the people involved this is actually far and away the healthiest option

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#this #q

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everybody do the wenis

#a+ post #game changer #dropout

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watercolor comm 🖌 Ravenel 😚

#excuse me this is gorgeous #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #lamen #captive prince #cp: fanart #q

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Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"

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love when characters have to have a domestication arc before you can even consider giving them a redemption arc

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#so good #mike traap #sam reich #game changer #dropout

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i'm so mad. the fixitman78 video has been up since october. it's been here the whole time.

#oh my god #game changer #dropout

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Grant was so good in this weeks episode of game changer. Its always nice to see him healthy and full of life. No one could replace him.

#grant o'brien #zac oyama #game changer #dropout