“We invite [name redacted] to one party...”
“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”
(Am I doing this right?)
reproductive rights issues:
abortion
birth control
also reproductive rights issues:
doctors performing c sections during births without informed consent
eugenics via sterilization requirements for trans people to change documentation
eugenics via forced/nonconsenting sterilization of disabled people
eugenics via forced/nonconsenting sterilization of people of color
eugenics via selective abortion of disabled fetuses (fetuses with Down syndrome especially) (these are abortions sought by people who WANT to be pregnant–but only with non-disabled children, when there’s absolutely no guarantee that a non-disabled child won’t become disabled)
if your reproductive rights activism doesn’t incorporate ALL OF THE ABOVE, i want no part of it.
Roller Derby is the most amazing sport I have ever been a part of.
New players are enthusiastically welcomed and made to feel a part of the community.
The community is incredibly accepting of LGBTQIA+ people.
Everyone actually uses your pronouns for you.
If you have to correct someone on your pronouns, they’ll start using correct ones.
Derby is the first place where I met openly LGBTQIA+ people my own age.
The local adult league has an all-gender restroom at all of their bouts.
It’s also full of feminists.
It basically includes everyone.
If you don’t want to play contact, you don’t have to! Everyone gets to learn at their own pace.
Basically it’s an incredibly inclusive and welcoming environment.
Okay, story time, folks.
So I’m in a junior roller derby league (to young to be in the full on ones), been playing for six years, non skating official one year. And holy crap, I can’t even express the love.
Today, during half time, the part of the league that wasn’t drinking water was discussing gender, BDSM and how horrible 50 shades was and how it wasn’t BDSM, it was rape. We talked about abusive relationships, and the people who were less educated on anything just asked questions. RESPECTFULLY.
Everyone tries their hardest to understand everyone. All of the games for our states big league is translated into sign language (explaining the rules and such) so deaf individuals can understand the commentary.
The policies for the game are made to particularly protect women, people with special needs (sensory issues, hearing, processing, so on) and trans people. There’s a huge, and I do mean HUGE LGBT presence in derby. Heck, two of my trainers (I’m only a stand in coach, but I guess I would count as the third?) are Genderless, most all of my teammates are bi, pan, trans, gay, or questioning.
The newer people are always cheered for and aren’t ever belittled, and are set to learn at their own pace.
Religion isn’t ever a big deal.
One of the whole things about derby is to stop slut shaming and sex shaming so it’s always really open, but in a okay manner I guess (hard to explain?!), so it doesn’t feel violating, just open and happy. But slut shaming is never a thing.
Every person has a story behind their derby name, and their derby name is an identity.
Roller Derby is freaking rad and I love it. I love our community. I love everything about it.
Ppsssst you should too maybe
I believe that most people on this thread are upset at the doctors, not at other people on the thread (apart from the one exchange at the top). I hope that I don’t have to explain why it matters for doctors to believe patients about their symptoms?
Also, this isn’t about doctors giving patients the diagnosis that they “want”. This is about doctors giving patients an accurate diagnosis of what they actually have.
Finally, I know ally-falls-downstairs in real life and I can vouch for their credibility.
being a female means needing to see 10 different doctors to get a proper diagnosis because they always think you’re exaggerating and/or lying
When you’re ten years old, a Hogwarts professor comes to teach you how to cast a Patronus. People were worried at first -- they said ten was too young. You can’t even go to Hogwarts. But the grass around your house could be dangerous, and besides, the consequences for mistakes aren’t that bad.
Your natural Patronus is your starting Pokèmon. A lot of people have Rattata Patroni, but not all. Those with more uncommon Patroni get special attention from the Professors. Some of them are given a special spellbook they call a Pokèdex and told to find as many different Patroni as they can.
Patroni want nothing more than to protect their casters from harm. To do that, they practice against other Patroni. This is called a battle. The winning Patronus becomes stronger and better able to protect its caster.
Besides the Patroni of known casters, there are others that wander Great Britain. No one knows quite where they come from. Some say they are the Patroni of people killed in the Battle of Hogwarts. Others say they formed spontaneously from happy memories. Regardless, they roam the lands. Some casters tame them with spells -- a burst of red light, and then they will serve you loyally.
A few Patroni of immense power roam Great Britain as well. They are said to have belonged to tremendously powerful wizards. Over time, they come to be known as “legendary.”
Godric Gryffindor’s is known as Articuno. Only the bravest dare to venture to its frozen home. Ho-oh, guardian of the skies, is mastered by Helga Hufflepuff, protecting Hogwarts with the help of a Patronus. Salazar Slytherin’s is referred to as Rayquaza. It knows how to manipulate others to get its way. Rowena Ravenclaw’s is named Giratina. Its alternate dimension fascinated her, and even today the brightest students of her house are encouraged to seek out and learn from Giratina. Merlin, as a valuer of ideals, cast a Patronus known as Zekrom.
There were others, of course. For centuries, there had been thirty others. But then, shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, a new legendary Pokèmon appeared out of the remains of Lord Voldemort.
Its name was Yveltal.
Pokemon, but with patronuses
I… have no idea how this would work I’m sorry. Anyone want to reblog this with their thoughts?
(someone asked about the full version of this, so here u go)
“Wait,” says Sam, “you had a publicist?”
“For my first five months at S.H.I.E.L.D,” says Steve. “Then she quit. Uh, decisively.”
“Well yeah, she had to keep you in line,” Bucky says with a half-smirk. “How many times did you make that poor lady want to sock you in the face?”
“Lost count,” Steve admits. “I did offer to let her, once. Seemed fair.”
Sam laughs. “I feel like you’re sitting on a story here.”
“There’s no story,” Steve tells him. Sam raises his eyebrows. Bucky’s half-smirk tilts towards a full smirk. “Seriously,” Steve repeats, “no story.”
Interlude: The Story of Steve “Walking PR Nightmare” Rogers, and How For a Short While He Single-Handedly Destroyed the Emotional Health of Eva Laura Ortiz, His Now Ex-Publicist
Keep reading
Previously, I’d only seen the first two panels and assumed it was the complete comic.
This version is much better.
My assumption when I first heard the name Amenta was that it was from the Latin word mens, mentis, meaning “mind.” I think I read somewhere that this was incorrect, but I could be misremembering and I can’t find that post.
Anyways, under that system, Mentan would mean something to the effect of “having a mind” and Amentan would mean something to the effect of “not having a mind.”
The opposite of American is:
un-American (the hyphen is unavoidable, don’t even try)
unAmerican (programmer’s CamelCase has infected the wider language)
unamerican (because fuck caps altogether)
Unamerican (as in from Unamerica, because the “adjective of” and “opposite of” operations commute)