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krumcake:

Honestly, I’m really only interested in soulmate AUs with alternative plots.

I don’t really care about person A and person B who have each other’s names on their wrists and find each other and live happily ever after. I care about a culture where people don’t bother forming romantic relationships with anyone other than their soulmate, where they finally find their soulmate and realize they don’t know how to handle the ups and downs of a relationship.

I care about people who fall in love with someone who isn’t their soulmate and aren’t willing to leave.

I care about queer people who are outed by the names on their arms, about trans people who spend their whole lives worrying that their birth name will be on their soulmate’s arm, then sobbing in relief when it’s not.

I care about people in poly relationships and how that looks.

I care about asexual aromantic people who have a name anyway and wonder if they’re broken or if it’s the platonic soulmate they’ve always wanted.

I care about people who Google their soulmate and are disappointed by what they find. I care about the private detective agencies that rake in cash to help people find their soulmates. I care about the ways non-soulmate couples are discriminated against, from disapproving grandmas to insurance companies that won’t insure someone’s spouse unless they’re their soulmate. I care about teenagers who are devastated that their celebrity crush isn’t their soulmate and what happens when the media discovers a young, unknown person whose soulmate is hugely famous.

I care about the people who never meet their soulmates, whose soulmates died young, whose soulmates have another name on their arms.

I care about the ways that this is a broken system, how it fucks people up, how it doesn’t guarantee a happy ending and how people find their happy endings anyway.

A Letter to Tired Feminists

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intersectionalfeminism101:

intersectionalfeminism101:

Dear Fellow Feminists,

It is okay to be tired.

I know, part of activism is activity, and you feel that if you aren’t actively calling people out, or signing petitions, or blogging about social issues, that you feel a little less feminist. But remember: standing up for something means that eventually your feet will hurt. Your back will ache. The signs you hold aloft will droop as your arms grow weary.

It is okay to be tired, fellow feminists.

It’s also okay to be depressed. Maybe you don’t have the spoons to call out your parents for that awful joke they just made. Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming, and you don’t want to overburden yourself by getting into an argument.

And it’s okay to be anxious. It is hard to blog exclusively about social issues. Your dash fills with stories of pain and injustice and you feel on the brink of panic because there is so much and you cannot help everyone. Just remember that you cannot help anyone if you are falling apart, yourself.

It is okay to be frustrated. You’ve repeated to your friends or co-workers or family over and over to not say that word or do that thing; what is the point in saying it again?

It is okay to just want rest. This is a cruel world we live in, and being awake is draining.

You are not less feminist for wanting to take a break from social issues to post about cats and the Avengers. You aren’t a bad feminist if you’re too afraid to call someone out.

Just take care of yourself, support your fellow feminists, and only do activism within your means. Being selfless all the time can be dangerous to your health and happiness.

Stay safe,

Mod T

I wanted to reblog this again, because this is such an important message.

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