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the biggest tip i can say about trans inclusive language when discussing anatomy is to just say what you mean without trying to find a euphemism, and to be specific to the conversation that you're having. if you're having a conversation about childbirth, say "people who can give birth". not everyone who can give birth is a woman and not every woman can give birth (both trans and cis), so don't say "women" or "mothers" or "females", you don't even have to say like "womb haver" or whatever. "person who can give birth" is specific and clear if you're talking about childbirth.

if you're talking about penis and testes, just say that. "men" in that context is cis-centric. "amab genitals" means nothing, since trans women can have bottom surgery, and intersex people exist in all kinds of physical expressions of sex.

avoid sexualized terms like tits/boobs (use breasts) or dick, balls, etc. those terms take on a context that can make folks feel uncomfortable about their anatomy due to the sexual context. I feel uncomfortable when people try to be inclusive and say shit like "pussy haver" but if I'm reading a medical article about vaginas I'd much rather it be addressed to "people with vaginas" rather than "women"

the more we separate language of body parts from gender identities and actually start speaking frankly and respectfully about anatomy without acting like its some taboo, the better it will be for trans and intersex people. it can help cis people too. you can be a cis woman who doesn't have a womb, you can be a cis man who doesn't have penis or testes. imo this kind of language is inclusive not only for gender non-conforming people but everyone with a physical difference in their sex characteristics, due either to genetics or a lived experience!

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The way I know those PJO fans were lying about "we just want book accuracy" in regards to Leah's casting as Annabeth is bc they didn't complain nearly as much for anyone else in the cast

Percy being blonde? A little bit here or there but acceptance in the end

Grover? Literally nothing for miles about how Aryan's Indian

Luke Castellan? Charlie Bushnell is Japanese, Irish, and Costa Rican, but no one ever said that he wasn't book accurate

Chiron is Black. Did you complain about that?

Y'all can take your "we want the looks to be like the books!" and shove it up your ass. You're just being racist toward Leah

While I may enjoy a few ships that are considered problematic and some fictional stories that have reactionary elements, I have lost a lot of respect for self identified proshippers in the wake of many white, and some POC liberal, fandom blogs openly gloating about preferring to donate to AO3 over gofundme. Even aside from Palestinians who these liberals view as all scammers, people set up gofundmes to escape abusive homes or conservative communities, to put food on the table or aid medical expenses. If you think that marginalized people who ask for money deserve to suffer because they didn’t support Copmala btw, you are human garbage and have no understanding of true solidarity.

I’m going to be very blunt with this. Asking people to spare even a dollar for those in need does not make someone an “anti” with “main character syndrome”. It’s fine to enjoy fanfiction and fandom but if you think those hobbies are more important than human lives and that anyone who calls you out is just being entitled, then you need to rethink your priorities. Being asked to have a bare minimum of decency should not make you uncomfortable and being uncomfortable is not inherently bad because some things should make you question your beliefs or your actions.

It’s the same reason leftists ask people to read theory and watch more mature or nuanced media than just kids shows. Not because we hate autistic people with special interests but because even genuinely good progressive children’s media can only tackle social/political issues on a base level. Again, it’s fine to have hyperfixations or participate in fandom but there’s a line. The lives of real people are always more important than your favorite stories, whether it’s abandoning the wizard books for solidarity with trans women or sparing some money for gofundme and listening as opposed to dismissing them all as scams so you can sleep at night.

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Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.

But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.

We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.

The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.

I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.

Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.

Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you

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For a small fandom, being another victim of trash adaptation—it is, for sure, undeniably obnoxious. A book where the Jewish diaspora is both metaphorical and literal, the concept of peculiarities, and the world-building that's centered around "time"—I don't have the words to describe how fast I got off from the peculiardom. Honestly, it's quite personal to me because it's so gothic, noir-ish, and it's magically haunting. I wish I would've been immersed with Jacob's character wholly if he wasn't limited through his love life.

It's unfair for the franchise to begin with because I believe the popularity died down after the movie came out. No one is gonna acknowledge the books because all the shit that's made it profound are missing onto the screen. Or, perhaps because it went on until 2021 to the point that more popular stuff uproared that the books collided within the shadows (which is interesting because ToA never got this treatment, but it's R-ck's work. The reviews for it aren't piss, though.) The fanarts are another thing. I've drawn for the fandom, but it's only about Fiona and Hugh. Aside from me, everything else is about fucking Enoch.

MPHFPC, you deserved better.

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This is actually my first time drawing in a tablet properly, and it's safe to say it's eaaaasier to get the lines smoother than on phone.. I was considering tweaking a few proportions but gah, I'm tired!

Hello, everyone. I'm making this new post in hopes of revitalizing Youssef's campaign which is stagnating. Youssef is NINETEEN YEARS OLD and he bears the crushing responsibility of keeping his family alive during a genocide. In Youssef's words:

"Every day is a new battle. I work long hours, searching in the corners of the camp for any opportunity that allows me to earn some money. Fatigue grips me, but I can't afford to give up. My father is sick, trapped in his pain, and his eyes plead for help. There are moments when I feel my heart shatter when I see his gaze; he endures his suffering in silence, but I know he is hurting. As for my little brother, despite his innocence, he is fighting hepatitis due to contaminated food that we are forced to eat."

After a few weeks of pretty consistent 20(+) per day donat1ons, suddenly we've dropped to FOUR in 24 hours! Youssef and his family are still struggling, so let's not give in halfway. Currently, we are at $7611/15000. Let's do our part and help relieve some of their suffering.

Youssef is Vetted. He is shown on line 255 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundr@iser List by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi.

Follow Youssef here! ( @yousefjehad3 )

And thank you to everyone who reblogs and don@tes. You are the best <3

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Has anyone made an original fanfic/story about a paranormal investigator searching an abandoned building (be it a cabin, house, or mall)? While they're exploring the deepest parts of said building, they find a corpse, stealthily hidden. Its body is rotten—you can assume it's been placed there for years. The investigator stupidly caresses the corpse's cheek—and oh, its ghost felt the warmth of the investigator's palm.

Like a bittersweet (love) story, but the ghost and the investigator were never meant to be.