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twitter people thinking tumblr is still in its 2015 era so it's fine to dunk on it on and on is such a funny yet expected reaction from twitter and I'm glad about because I don't want them here

I feel like normies think of tumblr as the fanart and aesthetic and gifset website but real tumblrinas know that our most culturally significant output and our lifeblood is the humble text post

ppl will be like i don’t want to read ooc fics and not realise fans have so many personal interpretations of canon that ooc means a different thing to different ppl. like my favourite fics i’ve ever read all have slightly different characterisations and yet i devour them all with hunger. what makes a fic great, to me, maybe has more to do with consistency of voice than with a consensus on what ‘in character’ means, more to do with the quality of writing and the strength of the premise and whether my heart gets shattered and healed or not

you cannot call yourself a feminist if your feminism doesn't include women who choose to be house wives. or who choose "stereotypical" lives. or choose to be feminine. or choose to be modest. or choose to wear their hijab. or who choose to be mothers.

If your idea of supporting women is just to enforce your idea of what the status quo should be, your feminism harms women. If your feminism doesn't support all women and their choices, your feminism harms the cause. If your feminism is less important than your biases against certain minorities, you need to reflect on your choices. You cannot spew hateful things towards other women and hide behind feminism.

some pfp! (with credits pls)

if used pls credit me! it helps me alot

I have the feeling that Alastor was never actually discovered to be the serial killer everyone lived to fear. He died by 'accident', got stitched his torn-appart-by-dogs body, buried properly face up and in his gravestone you could read "here lies a good man, he always smiled"

Maybe that's one of the reasons he wants his carnage to be broadcasted, he needs to be know, because no one ever did know him. But at the same time he needs to hide, is second nature to him to keep himself a secret, it's how he survived, he never got caught for it.

What's the absence for? Scared of us perhaps?

Absolutely terrified!

Hah, of course not, dear. The Holidays truly swept me away this time and we're preparing to air the next season very soon! It's a busy time if you can imagine.

I do hope I can return to your wonderful asks soon. I am truly sorry. For those who have been following my blog for a while, I'm sure my prolonged absences are notorious.

I simply want to put time and effort into each ask. It's a very long and delicate process if you can understand.

Merry Sinsmas everyone and to All a Goodnight!

And of course, happy holidays as well!

As much as I enjoy the Christmas cheer and I suppose Charlie's never extending excitement for it, it gets rather dull, doesn't it? I must say personally Christmas is a time I dread. However, I hope you enjoyed it and your families didn't drive you too wild. Hah!

Charlie as always put up quite a show at the Hotel and I suppose, I enjoyed myself for once. Angel Dust insisted on singing Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt which is, of course, in character. Gift exchanging was quite interesting.

Lucifer as always, showered his darling Charlie in gifts (which I outdid by the way). Ah, the quality of the gifts is what matters which is what Lucifer has yet to realize. Even a singular incredible thoughtful gift can outdo all else. (It was the Heathers musical on tape directly from the Human World, if anyone was wondering. She hasn't even seen it yet!).

Niffty...well, I gave her cyanide! I'm sure she'll do right by it! Biochemical warfare should be quite fun in the hotel, hm?

I'm a wonderful gift giver aren't I! Don't be shy, compliments are welcome as always.

While women and girls are the primary victims of prostitution, I do want to make it clear that I hate female pimps, too. I hate madames or whatever they call themselves. I hate the women with an OF who glamorize the lifestyle and push it onto impressionable teenage girls. And while I hate the men who pay for sex and the men who sell women and girls to other men most of all, that does not mean I don’t hate the women who are complicit in the oppression of other women.