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Disney banned an episode of Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur called "The Gatekeeper," because of the current political climate in the US. So the episode is about Lunella's friend Brooklyn being targeted by the coach of a rival volleyball team, Greer, who found out she was trans and tried to stop her from playing. She even goes as far as to trap Brooklyn, Lunella and the others in the locker room, and will only let them out if they follow her "rules."

Brooklyn: "I'm trans, my very existence breaks Greer's rules, which means, as long as I'm a member of this team...we'll never escape..."

And they break out of the room specifically by breaking the rules. There's also an awesome video game-like scene where the team fights a monster-like version of Greer by throwing volleyballs at her, with streaks colored like the trans flag.

Brooklyn: "It doesn't matter how many doors people like you slam in my face. With my fight, plus my crew backing me up, I'm always gonna find my way out."

This episode is EXACTLY what trans kids need right now, but no, Disney was too spineless to air the episode. They can claim for the 69420th time that XYZ is their first gay character, they can sell rainbow Mickey Mouse pins, they can put up pride month collections on Disney+, but it's clear that they only "support" the LGBTQ+ community when it's profitable for them.

"But you already wrote that trope."

Natsume Yuujinchou 🌷♥️ for Beat of my Heart! a Shojo Poster Collection! One of my favorite series ever 💖

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Pjo but Hestia has her own cabin and unclaimed kids go there because she’s the goddess of the house and home. So 1: the Hermes cabin isn’t so crowded and 2: so they can get claimed faster if all the unclaimed kids are in one area.

A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one

Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.

“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”

At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.

Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.

One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”

Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”

She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”

You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.

love it when my friends say "you would do numbers on Tumblr" buddy I am on Tumblr. and the number is 3

Sure is

Reminder to self:

What do you mean?? I took one whole day off! Why am I not immediately recovered from years of barely scraping by at subsistence level???

something something about Bruce being anti-gun and anti-killing but when Jason needs him in the middle of a firefight (aliens, or something else Bruce lets him shoot) he's there and bracing Jason's gun barrel with his shoulder when he needs to take a tricky shot. he takes out distractions in Jason's field of vision so he can use his scope without worrying about getting hit. he knows how to fight around guns, how to support a teammate who uses a gun. but he won't with Jason, normally.

"I can't get the shot."

Bruce didn't respond right away, busy dispatching an alien gunner off to the left of their perch. He was covered in thick green slime, his armor glowing softly in the darkness of the planet's night cycle.

Jason kept his eyes down range, even with the sting of disappointment in his throat. Through his scope, he could see the target, but it kept moving. Every time he thought he had a lock on it, it shifted a few feet to the right or left, jerking unpredictably right before he'd been about to fire.

He didn't need Bruce to tell him how important this shot was. One bullet was all it would take to free the planet -- and Superman -- and yet, when it was finally his time to shine, he'd fallen short. Finally, Bruce had reluctantly planned a mission around a firearm, and now Jason couldn't even fucking pull the trigger when asked.

There was another grunt, and then a pained moan from the alien as he went down for good this time. Jason watched Bruce approach from his peripheral vision, tensing slightly as the distance between them closed.

"You have the shot," Bruce said, matter-of-fact. Through the cowl's vocoder, it was even more final than normal.

"I'm telling you I can't get it," Jason bit back, teeth gritted. "You want me to be wrong and risk hitting one of the hostages?"

A hand descended upon his shoulder, bracing against him. Jason looked up from his scope as Bruce positioned himself in front of Jason's body, an arm's length of space between them.

Jason couldn't breathe as Bruce reached out, propping the barrel of the rifle between two armor plates on his own shoulder. He stood impossibly still, one hand braced against Jason's chest and the other on Jason's shooting arm in a vise grip.

"You have the shot," Bruce repeated, quieter this time. The white lenses of his cowl stared into Jason's face. "Take the shot, Jay."

Jason bit back a growl, looking back into the scope. He slowed his breathing, feeling Bruce's measured taps against his chest to indicate the tempo. He went back into that surreal, stretched-out place between him and the target, finger sliding off the trigger guard and onto the trigger itself.

One breath in. Bruce wasn't breathing at all. Hold. One breath out. Bruce was right there. Pull the trigger.

Jason took the shot. The gun kicked back, jarring both of them. Bruce held onto him even as Jason slumped in relief, flicking the safety back on at the very last second.

"You had it," Bruce said, tugging him upright. "Come on. We need to move."

Jason slung the rifle over one shoulder, trying to ignore the way Bruce's grip seemed to linger on his skin, burning through armor and Kevlar down to the skin beneath.

That was horrible

That was beautiful

The tumblr experience

I set my phone down on the couch next to my husband and after 30 seconds the sound randomly turned on. He thought it was funny so he just let it play. And repeat. After about the sixth or seventh time he looks up and goes "that's not Careless Whisper"

Do you think the PJO Demigods, when they are allowed to use social media, are as obsessed with Epic as the rest of us?

Or do you think that College age Percy and Crew are secretly working with Jorge in making Epic?

Because, just imagine Percy just randomly appearing in Atlantis, walking up to his dad, and randomly asking "so what do you think of the Manwhore AU?"

And Poseidon is just utterly confused.

If it's college age oh they're definitely working with Jorge no questions, however, middle and high school is where it gets truly interesting. Because if it's that age bracket camp halfblood is a warzone every time a new saga drops because they're definitely fighting over whose mom or dad had the best intro song.

But anyway, Percy absolutely belts Ruthlessness in the shower. Annabeth pretends she doesn't like it but everyone's caught her mumble singing "Goddess of wisdoooom, master of waaaaar" at least once. And if Percy were to elaborate—

Poseidon: ...I mean if he had offered—

Percy: EW! DAD—

Zeus: No, because Homer wasn't exaggerating about Odysseus's thighs—you could have crushed a watermelon between those things—!

It's November 1st, and Percy Kicks down the door to the Hades Cabin, points towards the bathroom, and belts out "Get in the Water" to a Nico who hasn't had a shower in a week because Will was given a Quest and hasn't been around to mother hen him.

And Annabeth absolutely adores "We'll be fine" because that's just a song about Annabeth thinking about Luke and nobody can tell me otherwise.

Grover roams around camp humming the tune to "Open Arms" because he and Polities are peace bro's.

Thalia hates to admit it, but she adores "Thunder Bringer" but will eternally claim that she hates it, and that "Storm" is her favorite.

Nico and Will worship the Underworld Saga in it's entirety to concerning levels.

Clarisse first heard Ruthlessness about 20 seconds into the song, walking into the room after all the chanting of Poseidon and totally believed that the song was about Ares on her first listen, claiming it was the best song she's ever heard. Only to freeze in fear when she hit replay and there was 20 seconds of straight chanting saying that the song was about Poseidon and made the rest of the Ares cabin swear to never speak of this again. (It's still her ringtone to this day and Chris laughs every time it rings around Percy.)

Thalia: In the end, it's all the same once I apply all the pressure~. THUNDER BRING HER—!

Will: Hey, have you seen—?

Thalia: GET OUT *Throws brush at his head*

Might I just say, Thalia and Jason definitely knew no peace after God Games dropped. For at least two weeks whenever someone needed something it was always "THALIA, GOD QUEEN" or "JASON, GOD KING". And you know the manwhore au jokes were even worse for them since their father basically caused it.

Anytime Thalia and Jason were playing a game after God Games, everyone they were playing against began throwing the games and letting them win because "they didn't want to get Smited and have their kingdoms fall" for a solid 2 weeks before Thalia finally snapped and said "I'll Smite everyone who throws the game from now on" and things went back to normal.

The Official Animatics of God Games made all of the Athena kids Cringe at how bad of a dancer their mother was, and the Apollo Cabin has made an oath that all Athena Kids have to have Dance Lessons so as not to be as awkward and terrible as their mother. (The Stolls and Dionysus twins have begun using the Gif of Athena awkwardly dancing in all Official and unofficial messages from the Camp Social Media and their own personal messages.)

Will had a prophetic vision of the end of God Games and accidentally spoiled the fate of Athena getting Smited by Zeus to Nico and the entire Apollo Cabin. Nobody has forgiven him and it's been 3 months since he spoiled it.

The Aphrodite Cabin were the first among camp to find both the fully leaked beta version of "the challenge" but also were the first to discover that AO3 had a Odysseus/Penelope/Athena tag. The Athena Cabin has not known a single day since without having printed out copies of very detailed Fanfiction about their mother having an undying love for Odysseus and Penelope that they have at this point just started an evidence board to try and disprove it, and are finding concerningly little evidence that says they weren't a Throuple after the Odyssey.

The harder they search, the more evidence they find pointing in the opposite direction that Athena might have had a thing for at least one of them. They all wanna stop but they're in too deep now, have to know more. Percy always held back giggles whenever Annabeth vented about another fanfic taped to the cabin door. Yeah it stopped being funny after they got a spicy Odysseus/Poseidon fic stapled to theirs.

Playing certain songs around certain cabins/people is basically a declaration of war. Playing Ruthlessness around Zeus's or Thunder Bringer around Poseidon's will get you the most vicious death glares known to man. Playing Warrior of the Mind around Ares will get you jumped.

Multiple people have caught Will performing No Longer You in the woods when he thinks he's alone. Getting real into the ghostly prophet role.

Somebody accidentally socked Tyson in the eye with a ball and all eyes turn to Percy. You could hear a pin drop it was so damn quiet.

I feel like Tyson would rock with Legendary—I don't know why I just think he would.

Yeah it's safe to say ALL of the councilors are seriously regretting giving them wifi, but it's too late to go back now—there'll be hell to pay if they take this away from them.

All of the younger campers all Vibe to "Legendary", it's become their national anthem. They're all starry eyed about being a Demi-God in their first year at camp that they all Hum Legendary when meeting the older campers who have gone on quests and fought in wars.

The Camp keep Dionysus and Chiron out of the loop as much as possible, Dionysus more than anyone because they don't know if he'll leak to the rest of the Gods that Epic Exists and they don't want Jorge Smited just because a god doesn't like their depiction or not. Chiron only vaguely knows that some music has been going around camp that has begun fights because it's themed or mentions certain gods.

The Hephaestus Cabin teamed up with the Hermes Cabin to secretly tamper with the Hera Cabin until it looks like a Disco Club with each Peacock statue on the outside hanging Disco Balls from their Mouths that the Harpie's love fiddling with as if they're Cat Toys.

The Ares Cabin has officially declared "Different Beast" as their Marching Anthem (even though Clarisse will secretly be humming Ruthlessness as she leads them to wherever they're going)

Leo has set the Calypso segment of "Love in Paradise" as his phone ringtone and Wake up Alarm.

Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood had a meeting of leaders that lasted 7 hours with the only consensus of the meeting being that "Scylla" was the song that both camps agreed would represent their union as a united force against threats. Nothing else, just that Scylla was a bop that both camps could agree was ranked at the same place on both lists.

The Hermes Cabin and certain members of the Demeter Cabin's have united forces to rename almost every medical herb "Holy-Moly" with them being Numbered so that the medics can still tell the difference between the Herbs in emergency medical cases.

The Demi-Gods of Aeolus have begun to be harassed by the Hermes Cabin for Wind Bags of their own, but were turned away with the excuse of "every single one of you is both Eurylochus and at the same time Hermes. You'd all open the Wind Bag and then blame someone else until all of you have been accused and fed to Scylla."

Kymopoleia is the only God who currently knows about Epic and her favorite song is tied between both "Storm" and "Get in the Water". She has been sworn to not tell any of the other gods about Epic until all the music has been released officially, and she's been sneaking into camp under the guise of one of her domains being Children, and has joined many Gossip piles surrounding Epic (and terrorizing the Athena Kids by dropping bits of Odypenath evidence every other visit to spark more chaos among Athena's Kids.)

-At the winter solstice -

Zeus:…….

Poseidon: Not. One. Word.

Zeus: I just - how do you get your ass beat by a mortal, with your own weapon and your own storm.

Poseidon: I don’t know??!?!? It’s like he wasn’t a mortal at the time! Like some other force was helping him!

Zeus: Oh Whatever. Are you saying he had some kinda divine intervention from one of us to beat you?

Poseidon: That’s the only explanation!!

Zeus: You can’t honestly….

Hades: Oh yeah, that was me. I gave him a little boost to help him beat you.

Zeus:…..

Poseidon: … Hades, what the fuck.

Hades: Next time, don’t drown 500 mortals on me and Persephone’s date night.

Yes, and..

Ares: *torn between admitting he and Hades teamed up and subsequently getting in trouble or staying quiet and letting his uncle take all the credit. Currently very red in the face*

Athena: *sitting across the table and smirking smugly because laughing hurts*

I love how mqf's oficial description is something like: a good heart who wants to help others but then you read the novel and his reaction to lqg trapping ten infected men who are crying in panic is "great now I can start to work in my experiments with decomposed people to find a cure" and gets out a lot of needles, which makes the man cry even harder.

Even if we only get bits of the other Cang Qiong sect leader's we can reach the conclusion that no one there is normal, sqq is just biased.

I just... need to immortalize your tags don't mind me. (Via @sunderwight) #shen qingqiu meow meow-ifying all of the peak lords is actually a great take#he's just like wow yue qingyuan is such a nice man I wonder why half of cultivation society pisses their pants any time he sneezes #liu qingge is a bit rude sometimes but he's a good sort the most reliable shidi what do you MEAN he's one of the most feared men alive #shang qinghua is just a silly airplane bro those merchants who are sweating bullets at the prospect of a meeting with him sure are oddballs #mu qingfang is a sensitive fellow with a good heart who likes helping people the medical experiments are just part of how he helps! duh! #qi qingqi might be a bit of a girlboss sometimes but if she's hunting anyone for sport then he probably had it coming #wei qingwei is cool likes to break the ice with bad jokes a silly fun man all the cursed artifacts he owns are just his special interest

This take makes so much sense to me. His cognitive dissonance re Binghe is already off the charts high.

Since the whole thing with NaNoWriMo has gone down, I've noticed that one of their former sponsors, Ellipsus, has cut contact with NaNoWriMo because they do not support their stance on AI; I didn't know what Ellipsus was, but upon further research I've found that they are a writing platform that works a lot like Google Docs and Microsoft Word, only with a heavier leaning on the story-writing aspect and connecting with other writers - and they also completely denounce any use of AI, both in the writing process itself and in the use of their platform. I really appreciate that.

Since this is the case (and since I've noticed Google has begun implementing more AI into their software), I've decided to give Ellipsus a try to see if it's a good alternative to Google Docs (my main writing platform). It's completely free and so far, I've found it simple to use (although it is pretty minimal in its features), and I really like the look of it.

I figured I'd spread the word about this platform in case any of you writers would want to give it a try, and if you do, let me know how you like it!

This sounds great, I’ll give a try tonight!!

i think they know their demographic to fr

had a dream last night where I took a uquiz called “what do you serve?” and at first the questions were standard but as the quiz progressed they became more and more highly specific to me personally and the answers became more and more similar and I realised the quiz Knew me and was forcing me into being honest by giving me no other option so I tried to click out but it just went to the next question which was “are you the spider? or are you the web?” and it had an option for each but I didn’t click either so it then turned to a text box and I typed “I think I’m the fly” and the quiz paused for a while and then took me to a results page that said “you serve truth” and the description just read “what you know will kill you but you will die laughing” so like. good morning everyone I guess :/

OP I think the devil visited you in your sleep

“What you know will kill you but you will die laughing” needs to be added to that list of profound statements from unlikely sources.

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A facebook post by Tiffany Pitts The text reads: 

An Argument In Favor of Video Games From a Quarantined Mother #Quaranteens #WTFparenting My 15 yo son has spent every second of his free time during this pandemic hanging out online, playing video games with his friends. He started by ranking up to the elite tiers of Apex Legends. I am told this is quite a feat. Honestly, I believe it because it took him and his friend 6 hours a day for a week to rank that high. After that came Sea of Thieves. He joined up with more friends and sailed the digital oceans until piracy lost it’s shine. Also, when two friends started arguing in game. 2 nights ago they made a plan to meet up as a big group on Fortnight. None of them really play Fortnight much anymore because the crowd is a little younger. But they didn’t want to work too hard at playing, they just wanted to hang out. Last night, six of them met up again on Fortnight to hang out and play. They were goofing off, doing stupid teenager stuff, when they met a solo player named JamMaster. Sometimes if they meet solo players that are pretty chill, they’ll join forces. JamMaster seemed pretty young but he was by himself and they were having fun showing him what they knew about the game. They invited him to join their crew. Pretty soon they discovered that their first impressions were correct. JamMaster WAS much younger than they were - only 10 years old. They also discovered that it was his birthday in the morning. The boys realized that JamMaster had been hanging out by himself all night, on the eve of his 1 Ith birthday- which he would be spending by himself in quarantine. CLEARLY SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE. Y'ALL, THEY THREW HIM AN 11TH BIRTHDAY PARTY They took him on a bunch of adventures, gave him all the loot they could, helped him win a few battles, and made his stay up until midnight so they could all sing happy birthday to him. This morning, as my son told me about their adventures and all the fun they had, I started to cry. I was trying to say something like “Oh that’s so nice” but tears just started spilling down my cheeks. He could not understand why. But…but… CAN YOU IMAGINE? The disappointment of being quarantined for your 1 Ith birthday only to be met by a random six-pack of teenage gamers who decide you’re awesome and want to throw you a birthday party? What a roller coaster. What an experience. What an incredible thing to do for a young gamer. In conclusion: video games, hell yeah.

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I think this woman is also a quality mom, because how many moms listen enough to what their kid is interested in to know what game they’re playing and how much time they’ve invested, and to listen to them talk about their game enough to hear a story like this? maybe it’s more common than i expect but this is the kind of engagement with my interests i craved as a kid

Yeah okay, I’ll reblog that!