I saw a sad facebook post from the gay bookstore back in Ann Arbor where I used to live about how they hadn’t sold any books that day so I went on their online store and bought a couple, and while you don’t get #deals like elsewhere online, I’d love it if y’all would consider buying your next gay book from them instead of like, Amazon.
Shoutout to everyone who struggled with their body image today. Who maybe couldn’t stand to look in the mirror, who thought toxic thoughts about themselves, who felt like there was no way they could learn to love themselves.
Learning to love your body is hard. It takes time. It’s okay if today was an off day, or if it’s been an off week or month or year. Just keep trying. You’ll get there, I promise.
earlier this afternoon i read a really good black sailsfic about james being trans. it was well-written and interesting and when i went back to leave a comment it had been deleted because the author (who is trans) was being harassed for writing silver as being transphobic.
thomas at the end of your story. It is obvious that Silver didn’t need to be in your story at all, unless you wanted to be passive-aggressive… I’ll make this more personal for you…would you like a story where thomas is a transphobic or a class snob who hates poor people (and if you look at the number of rich white gay men who voted for Trump (or Bernie), I could actually argue for that being in character), and flint gets together with Silver at the end? No? then you understand why the reverse is not true.
I mean the least you could do is not tag this Silverflint and then you could have written Silver as a poorly written OOC bad guy *and* badly written flinthamilton which sums up most of the flinthamilton tag anyway 🙂
friends, i am DISGUSTED. were you guys so mad that this (trans) author had written him as transphobic that you failed to take into account that a) the author is like. a real person and silver is fictional b) the author was writing from personal exp. and thought silver fit the personality of the IRL transphobe so like c) they cared more about an interpretation of a fictional character than the feelings of a real life trans person
??? seriously, what the fuck???
i can’t remember the author’s ao3 url, and i don’t know their tumblr so this is the only way i can think of to let them know – i thought your fic was brilliant, and i’m so so sorry that people were so horrible about it. i thought it was very in character and the flinthamilton at the end was lovely!
i would love to read more of this au if you ever feel like writing it
That is a disgusting comment to leave and honestly I want to know who left it. Because that’s not on, at all.
So apparently the person left the comment anonymously because they’re a coward. Which basically means I’m assuming it was one of a group of Tumblr users on the black sails tag. Maybe it wasn’t them but they’re a group I know to enjoy bullying people, so if they want to clear their names they should stop going after people just for having a different opinion on Silver. I’m sick and tired of huge fans of Silver going on anon and bullying people. It’s not on. It’s not ok. And I hope people realise that those people are foul.
I started out reading a fantasy novel. A simple police procedural in a city far away, that straddles an old slow river.
But no, it was about ethics. It was about knowing the difference between what’s allowed, what’s legal, and what’s right. And that fairly often those three don’t line up.
Or it was about gender politics. About the first person in a society willing to step up and say “You’ve called me by this name, and this pronoun, all my life. But that isn’t me. This is me. No, we don’t even have that pronoun yet, but this is still me.”
Or it was about racism. That constant social whine of “well, everybody knows what they’re like.” The blame game that’s based on the whispered mutterings that never have a source, and always boil down to “I’m terrified because they are different. I’m terrified because when I look at them, for a second there I can see myself in their eyes and if I was wrong, then all I’ve said and done…”
It was about giving voices to the voiceless, and hearing how much they’ve been trying to say this whole time.
It was about what it means to be human.
I always start out reading a fantasy novel when it comes to Pratchett. And somehow it ends up in a moral philosophy lesson from a professor with a grasp of humanity that still leaves me astonished.
And yet you never feel lectured to. You’re laughing and crying and cheering along with your favorite characters, and you might never notice that you just became a slightly better person.
Yeah them’s the signs of deprivation or abuse. Be safe dear friends and get help. You deserve to be happy.
please note that your parents needn’t have been bad or cruel for you to have this problem. mine were ‘absent’ in that my dad was incredibly stressed out at all times (he worked in weapons technology during the cold war, and there was no such thing as a psychologist with a high enough security clearance to understand his troubles, even if he’d realized he needed help) and my mom was chronically ill. so even though they loved me very much, and validated and supported me as much as they could, i understood that i could end up facing down a sea of troubles solo at any time, because they simply were not capable of being there for me as much as i needed.
thanks to their love and good life lessons, i didn’t quite fully internalize the assumption that i was really doing something wrong at all times. but it was an axiom of my existence that i could be blamed for something, or run afoul of someone’s bad mood or bad behavior, or be misinformed, or in general something could be going wrong right now and i was not guaranteed to have any good options.
the illusion of a just world was shattered for me at a very young age. on the one hand, that’s good because the just world fallacy is the root of all evil. but on the other, the existential horror of knowing that justice is fake can be really fucking hard for a 9-year-old to deal with.
tl;dr: if this sounds like you, but your parents weren’t abusive, don’t dismiss it out of hand. if your parents tried their best but it wasn’t enough, the results can be the same.
anyway can you believe eleanor guthrie put her respectability – that thing she had worked all of her life to just get – as so low a priority when it came to max, like she didn’t care what the pirates will say about her rule of nassau if it meant max was safe
and when that wasn’t working she just went ‘no anne one isn’t enough we kill them all’ like
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