if a trans woman complains about the ongoing campaign of trans genocide in the united states and the uk and your response is “well it’s not TECHNICALLY genocide yet so you really shouldn’t use that word because it makes us look bad” i think you should perhaps actually just shut the fuck up and read literally any news coverage containing the words “trans” and “desantis,” just for starters
like wow so they’re not literally dragging us to camps??? it’s not literally a nazi germany style holocaust so you can’t call it genocide????? buddy do you think the fascists are BLUFFING?????????? grow the fuck up you child, because if you’re even a little bit not-cishetwhite they’re gonna use the “threat” us trans people represent as a pretext to come after you.
we call it a genocidal agenda NOW because that is THEIR STATED INTENTION. that is the ONLY logical outcome of the policies they’re proposing and the words they say and the hate they foment. we call it a genocidal agenda NOW because by the time it actually becomes a genocide it’ll be TOO FUCKING LATE
better than coffee and beer
quick what’s ur opinion on tea. everyone who sees this is obligated to answer in some way
James: Goodnight!
Peter: Sleep tight.
Sirius: Don't let the bedbugs--
Remus: --crawl into your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
James, Peter, and Sirius:
Sirius: Moony, what the fuck?
Also, I need suggestions for new fics, preferably in Ao3
my friend and i simping over a person they saw at the airport:
[at a Muggle fair]
James: How much for the horse tornado?
Lily: James…That’s a carousel.
James: I must have it.
im bored as shit
Imagine:
Two young lovers holding hands while quietly running down a long dark corridor of hogwarts while hoping not to get caught. Like every night.
One of the two boys is quite tall and his face has remarkable almost white claw scars on it. In fact his whole body is covered in scars from all the long full moon nights he survived. But these scars are hidden under his robes and his wine-red cardigan. His untamable brown hair is the perfect contrast to his whiskey colored eyes which are filled with self doubt.
His lover on the other hand has a determined look in his eyes. He tightens his grip on the taller boy’s hand as he practically drags him down the hall. His hair is curly and black and at the moment it’s twisted into a knot with his wand. He likes to wear his hair like that knowing his lover loved to see his pierced ear. He also wears his robes but paired with a leather jacket. He also has scars but he didn’t make them himself. They were the result of his mother’s punishments.
Despite their pasts, both of them had found a person to feel at home. And while they gaze into the night sky holding each other tightly they wish that this feeling will never change. And rumor has it that ever since they found their home the star sirius and the moon shone brighter.
if anyone ever reads this I hope you liked it:)
(And I apologize for all writing mistakes I made)
Butch4Butch EdIzzy that brings in femme!Stede as their princess reblog if you agree
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