dylan morrison

@dylan_thyme

writer, reader, terry pratchett enthusiast, chaos muppet. ask not for whom the ghosts bust. icon . he/him.

Cleveland, Ohio
Joined October 2010

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  1. Pinned Tweet
    13 Mar 2020

    hi, it’s me, a food service employee! & uhhh... no offense or anything, but i’ve seen how some of you... live? so in case you’ve, just spitballing here, found yourself w/ a pile of quarantine food but haven’t eaten anything but takeout in 25 years: here is some food safety info.

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  2. Retweeted
    May 11

    Our local trans mutual aid fund is OUT OF MONEY and desperately needs donations so we can restart operations in August, 2022! Please donate generously so that we can continue giving money to trans people, no questions asked!

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  3. Retweeted
    May 8

    Our first issue of 2022 (#15) is live as of this morning! New fiction from Choo Yi Feng & , poetry from & Folarin James, and gorgeous cover art by Yu Ying! Read the entire issue free online:

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  4. Retweeted
    May 2

    In light of the draft of a leaked majority Supreme Court decision to overturn Roe v Wade, I want to call your attention to the people that would be impacted most by the end of legalized abortion across the United States. 🧵:

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  5. May 3

    haven’t been around for a bit, largely bc logging on here started to feel a bit like sticking a fork into a socket of transphobia, horror & sadness. anyway, here’s a naomi shihab nye poem i reread when things are bad, to remember the difference between floating and going down.

    Yellow Glove

BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE

What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments?

I was small, like everyone. Life was a string of precautions: Don’t kiss the squirrel before you bury him, don’t suck candy, pop balloons, drop watermelons, watch TV. When the new gloves appeared one Christmas, tucked in soft tissue, I heard it trailing me: Don’t lose the yellow gloves.
    I was small, there was too much to remember. One day, waving at a stream—the ice had cracked, winter chipping down, soon we would sail boats and roll into ditches—I let a glove go. Into the stream, sucked under the street. Since when did streets have mouths? I walked home on a desperate road. Gloves cost money. We didn’t have much. I would tell no one. I would wear the yellow glove that was left and keep the other hand in a pocket. I knew my mother’s eyes had tears they had not cried yet, I didn’t want to be the one to make them flow. It was the prayer I spoke secretly, folding socks, lining up donkeys in windowsills. To be good, a promise made to the roaches who scouted my closet at night. If you don’t get in my bed, I will be good. And they listened. I had a lot to fulfill.
    The months rolled down like towels out of a machine. I sang and drew and fattened the cat. Don’t scream, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t fight—you could hear it anywhere. A pebble could show you how to be smooth, tell the truth. A field could show how to sleep without walls. A stream could remember how to drift and change—next June I was stirring the stream like a soup, telling my brother dinner would be ready if he’d only hurry up with the bread, when I saw it. The yellow glove draped on a twig. A muddy survivor. A quiet flag.
    Where had it been in the three gone months? I could wash it, fold it in my winter drawer with its sister, no one in that world would ever know. There were miracles on Harvey Street. Children walked home in yellow light. Trees were reborn and gloves traveled far, but returned. A thousand miles later, what can a yellow glove mean in a world of bankbooks and stereos?

Part of the difference between floating and going down.
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  6. Mar 13

    today bob broke the land speed record for going from “i’m a dignified adult dog, exasperated that you feel it necessary to take my picture whenever we meet” to “im little. im just a little baby bob”

    A photograph of Bob the dog, a dark brown brindled English mastiff. He’s laying on a hardwood floor, looking directly into the camera with a world-weary expression. Behind him you can see the legs of a wooden table and the legs of a person (my husband lol), wearing black jeans and black Doc Martens.
    A photograph of Bob the dog, a dark brown brindled English mastiff. He’s laying on a hardwood floor, looking directly into the camera with an expression of pure innocence, as though he’s never done anything wrong in his life. Behind him you can see the legs of a wooden table and in the foreground you can see the bottom of my blue jeans and my foot, which is wearing a blue sock printed with gold and white corgis.
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  7. Retweeted
    Mar 7

    if we don't fight back we will lose everything

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  8. Retweeted
    Mar 2

    For anyone who has $20 to spare, you can get a year of truly fantastic speculative fiction by immigrant and diaspora writers at our IndieGoGo. Is $20 too much? You can get the first issue of Year 2 for $6!

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  9. Retweeted
    Feb 24

    My closest friend at work is Ukrainian, and I asked her if she had anything she wanted me to share. She did; this thread on is from her:

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  10. Retweeted
    Feb 23

    We're going to see a lot of propaganda, disinformation, and old footage from every side involved in this. You think you're immune to propaganda, but you're not. Neither am I. Be critical, check sources, pause and really look at something before you retweet it.

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    Trans Day of Screaming

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  12. Retweeted
    Feb 23

    really wouldn’t mind living through some precedented times for a while…

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  13. Retweeted
    Feb 19

    zoodle came through drive today and congratulated us on filing to unionize! we love it! 💘

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    6 Aug 2021

    “I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “lmao" said Gandalf, “well it has.”

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  15. Retweeted
    Feb 14

    it's that time again! we're crowdfunding for year 2 of !! featuring (as usual) a bunch of cool perks including story critiques by a bunch of great editors and writers, and also me—plus custom art, signed books, etc. you know the deal 👀

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  16. Retweeted
    Feb 11

    I see polling like this all the time and it's incredible to watch trans people talked about like we're a policy initiative or a new product rollout instead of a kind of person

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  17. Retweeted
    Feb 5

    hello darlings!! i am: ✅ moving house ✅ in between jobs ✅ self-funding my own studio space and could really do with some extra $$, dms are open! thanks babes ✨

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  18. Feb 2

    lmao update i forgot it was february. now proposing a second app, which plays the jaws theme at increasing volume as the new month approaches. i cannot see any way this might cause confusion

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  19. Feb 2

    this tweet brought to you by “winter storm landon,” or, as we call it out here in the midwest, january

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  20. Feb 2

    weather app that doesn’t give you the forecast or radar or anything, just plays the jaws theme when Big Weather is coming. the closer it is the louder it plays

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  21. Retweeted
    Feb 1

    There has been a flurry of reporting about "irrational" vaccinated 18-34 year olds who still worry about catching COVID. But journalists are making huge assumptions and missing the story. Using myself as an example, let me break down how they misunderstand my COVID caution.

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