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Do you want to join an inclusive server that is full of kins? Well I have the place for you!!
Any otherkins, factkins, fictionkins, fictives, factions, etc are allowed to join!!!
It's an Lgbtqia+, system, agere, autistic & adhd safe server as well!!
I'm the only moderator & Owner of the server so it's pretty underwhelming
Any trolls or bigots will be banned
Problematic kins/fictives are okay and always welcome! We know that you are different from your source/media!
Only ages under 29 please, the owner, Mat, is a minor!!
We have~
Tupperbox and Pluralkit!
Plenty channels for past memories, kinlists, and art of your past self!!
Pretty nice and chill people
Channels to vent about your memories and just life in general, including a positivity channel and a do-not-reply channel
I hope you consider joining and have a lovely day/night my friends!!
When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.
One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and I’m pretty sure Google didn’t exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.
I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didn’t ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.
I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.
I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered. When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldn’t go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.
She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasn’t going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.
I don’t know why I’m remembering this so hard tonight, and I’m not sure if there’s a point to sharing this, except that I know she’s gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didn’t have to be boring, it wouldn’t have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasn’t ‘a kid’ anymore. And she’s gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.
And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. I’m an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasn’t always. I’ve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steel’s presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks don’t belong in fandom, and that they shouldn’t interact with younger folks at all, and I just think… I can’t agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.
So I guess, like, if you’re here and you’re 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if you’re younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.
“Dear future mom,” a video to a woman who is about to become a mother to a child with Down syndrome
Of course, you don’t have to be able to speak, write, travel, work, live independently, etc. for your life to be worthwhile. But if future parents of kids with disabilities want to actually listen to people with those disabilities about what their lives may be like? I’m cool with that.
It is The Runway of Dreams 2023 New York fashion show hosted by Shaquem Griffin -
@amikartest @artsy-jandi
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really asexual, but then remember situations like
A friend: ugh sometimes I hate having big boobs, I'm an F cup, almost G...
Me, who has now only noticed she has boobs, let alone big ones: (・–・)
Sneaky little looks
Day 4: Pining
Eddie munson x Jason adoptive sibling reader
Summary: Stealing glances and little looks, is the only way you could ever get close to Eddie
A/n: This has not been proof read, sorry. Also so sorry i’ve been gone. Super busy starting my masters soon, so stressed! Hopefully I’ll be able to be back more regularly soon.
Warnings: None
word count: 457
“Y/n!” The shrill voice of Mrs Smith cut through the silence of the class, everyone’s heads whipping round, multiple pairs of beady eyes staring into your soul. You could feel your face heating up, and you felt like you were going to explode. You just wanted to shrivel up within yourself or melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west.
“Stop staring into space and pay attention” Her voice became higher as she stalked towards you desk, slamming her hand down on the wooden table, making you and your stationary jump. She roughly grabbed the shut textbook on your desk, and flicked through the pages aggressively, tearing the corners of the pristine book slightly. Your eyes were wide staring, into her small sunken eyes that seem void of life. She suddenly lifted her hand, jabbing her wrinkly old finger onto the page, every jab accentuated by a word. “One” Jab “More” Jab “Warning” Jab “And” jab “You’ll” jab “get” jab “attention” Jab, jab, jab. She was jabbing the book so hard you through her finger was going to break.
The class erupted into whispers, groups of friends were muttering, every so often staring over in your direction. Some people just looked over at you in pity, others snarled at you. But everyone’s head bolted forward, when Mrs smith suddenly shrieked “Shut up!!” and suddenly all the attention that was on you had left as quickly as it came.
The material in the class was boring, and you knew you were going to drift off into sleep soon, the textbook that was ripped open, left ignored in front of you, your eyes drifting out of the window, spotting the long black-haired guy who had caught your attention. Everyone called him a freak, a devil worshiper, his whole group being the social pariah of high school. But to you, he was mysterious, he played his cards close to his chest, and you wanted to be able to sneak up behind him and read those cards over his shoulder. It’s part of the reason you started to learn to play dungeon and dragons. You wanted to be able to join hellfire, become part of Eddie’s close circle and see him for who he really was, but being Jason’s adoptive sibling, meant that you couldn’t. You instead had to steal secretive glances across the cafeteria, in the hallways, and out the window as your brother drove you home. It meant learning d&d in private, hiding any evidence under your bed, away from your bully brother. It meant going to all your brother’s games whenever you just wanted to try and join hellfire. It meant pining after Eddie Munson, the guy who owned your heart and had no idea.
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We need to tell people they are loved.
Reflection on Matthew 25 by Mia Carella
Churches need to be reminded of their purpose at least once a month.
Who are you? You are a bad ass! (quote) #pastormike1976 #encouragement #youareawesome #dontforgetit #words #quote #quotes #youareabadass #badass #born #birth #universe #screwup #whoyouare #love #loveyourself #selflove #selfcare #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq #gay #allmeansall #loveislove #lovewhoyouare #progressive #pride #progressivechristian #progressivepastor #progressiveclergy #progressivechurch #affirming #affirmingchurch #inclusive #inclusivechurch
Quote from Susan Cottrell on the difference between what we believe and Jesus' call to love.
Quote about religion and evil from Steven Weinberg.
When it comes to fear, what do we REALLY care about?
Well, long story short, I sent an ambassador application to C-IN2 and got approved.
I’m so happy to see different kinds of bodies get more representation on social media, and even happier that brands like C-IN2 are interested in giving them visibility.
The briefs are comfortable af by the way 🦦✌🏻