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tinymediaempire: “ “we can no longer protect you forever.” by Daniel Danger 24x36” five color screenprint. 2014 Thursday 8/21/14: im posting this new print on tumblr, twitter, and instagram. reblog, retweet, or instagram this image with the title and...
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“we can no longer protect you forever.”
by Daniel Danger
24x36” five color screenprint.
2014

Thursday 8/21/14: im posting this new print on tumblr, twitter, and instagram. reblog, retweet, or instagram this image with the title and #danieldanger and i, through some very scientific means, will pick one random follower who does this from each service on monday and send them a personalized copy for free. sound good? cool. shameless? yes.

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JARVIS gets a little remote body - a spare Iron Man suit, an AIBO, whatever - and decides to go for a walk. Hijinks ensue.

“Recalibrating speed and direction…sir, are you entirely certain that this is correct?" 

Tony waved a lazy hand. "You’re doing great, J." 

"I…I am not sure that this is proper." 

"Nah, it’s fine,” Tony said, leaning back against the workbench. He didn’t even blink as a half-constructed boot for the next generation suit was knocked to the floor and broke apart in a zillion pieces. “Dummy can follow behind you on clean-up duty." 

"But sir, the suit was not meant for…" 

"Unmanned testing is perfectly acceptable,” Tony said. He was recording this, of course. It would be a great hit at the next Avengers Christmas party. “You just keep at it." 

The suit wobbled its way around the shop, arms held stiffly, like C-3P0 on a bender. "Remind me again, sir, not to volunteer my assistance for your next project." 

Tony just laughed. "Come on, JARVIS. You’re loving this and you know it." 

"I must admit,” the AI said, “walking is not at all what I thought it would be." 

"Yeah?” Tony said with a grin. “Just wait until you’re running.”

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This legit makes me want to cry because I have *never* seen a picture of an older trans man naked.  It’s always young guys, usually much younger than me.  It’s like we don’t have a future, an adulthood, a middle age, an old age.  It’s like we just stop.

As a trans man who’s well past the age (and transition status) of ~sexxay tranz boiz~, pictures like this give me some kind of hope.  We’re not just one image stuck in time, snapshot of a skinny white andro urban-queer young trans dude with perfect top surgery scars, poster boys for young radical queerdom.  We’re not all Youth.  We live in more than two dimensions, and one of them is time.

Older queers tend to fall off the map full stop.  Trans people, even more so.  But we don’t disappear once we stop being, basically, fashionable. Supporting our young people is important, but we need to show them we have a future, too.

I literally cannot envision my own future.  There are no images of older men like me.

One image obviously can’t address all the lacks in representation, much less one image of a hot skinny (apparently?) white man.  But just to have that one extra factor in there, of age, it’s - it’s important. 

More, please.

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the hill on which i will not budge: the apocalypse, the spawning of the antichrist, the great war, and the whole ineffable plan was just god playing the long game so she could get crowley and aziraphale together after 6000 years of faffing.

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see originally this was just written as pure nonsense, but i’ve thought about it now and am very definitely picturing good omens’ god as one of those fic writers using all the tropes to devise wonderful and impossible scenarios to get her ship together

only it never works because of that whole pesky free will malarkey

hotel receptionist: mister crowley, mister aziraphale, there appears to have been an error with your booking. you’ve somehow been booked into the same room - and there’s only one bed.

god: oh no

god: only one bed

god: what will they do?

god: hee hee hee

aziraphale: not to worry old boy, you take the bed while I read all night in the hotel lounge so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. angels don’t need sleep anyway, you know.

god:…for the love of me.

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Aziraphale: You know, my dear, I was told I should relocate to London.

Crowley: That’s funny, I’m supposed to go there, too. I hear it’s going to become all the modern rage, that city.

Aziraphale: Perhaps we will see each other more often, then.

Crowley: Might make the Arrangement a bit easier.

Aziraphale: Er, yes. Quite.

Crowley: Do you have any particular place in mind, yet?

Aziraphale: Well, I have my eye on one little shop in Soho, purely as a disguise of course, but I don’t think it’s big enough to move in, too.

Crowley: Well, I’m getting a large flat. Inspiring greed, y’know. That kind of stuff. Enough room for a second bedroom. If - um, if you need a place to stay…

Aziraphale: Oh, I couldn’t possibly impose on you like that. Maybe I’ll just miracle up a little backroom for now. Just until I’ve found an adequate flat.

God; …are you serious??

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