Hey everyone! I want to find some alternative, rock, pop punk, punk, metal, emo, screamo, etc bands and artists that have female, non binary, trans, LGBTQIA+ and/or POC members

I can start naming some

Evenessence (female fronted)

Halestorm (female fronted and singer is bisexual)

Green Day (singer is bisexual) (have heard all members are bisexual but I haven't seen anything for sure confirming that so I don't know for sure)

Against me! (Singer is a trans woman)

Paramore (female fronted)

Pierce The Veil (members of color)

Meet me @ the alter (female members and members of color)

Babymetal (female fronted and are all POC)

Rage Against The Machine (POC members)

The Orion Experience (non binary fronted

Fall Out Boy (bassist (Pete Wentz) is half black)

Judas Priest (singer is gay)

Stand Atlantic (female fronted and singer has a girlfriend)

Le Tigre (all female punk band and sing about LGBTQ+ issues)

New Years Day (female fronted)

Doll Skin (non binary fronted and female drummer)

PVRIS (female fronted and front woman is gay)

Tonight Alive (female fronted)

The Tuts (all female and has POC members)

Pinkshift (female fronted and POC members)

Destroy Boys (all members are female or non binary)

Batmobile (all female)

MOAHFINNCE (trans (ftm)(he/him pronouns)

Bikini Kill (all female)

Nova Twins (all female and POC)

Kawaii AF (POC fronted)

DE'WAYNE (POC)

Mother Mother (female members)

Penelope Scott (female)

Avril Lavigne (female)

Bishop Briggs (female)

Queen (singer was bisexual)

Frank Iero and the Future Violents (specifically this one of Frank’s solo projects) (female member)

Thomas Sanders (mainly makes YouTube videos and short videos (that are posted on tiktok, instagram and here on tumblr) but also make some music (some original songs and some covers) and is gay (he/him pronouns)

Cavetown (trans (ftm) (he/him pronouns)

Mommy Long Legs (all female)

Hands Off Gretel (female members)

The Pretty Reckless (female fronted)

Halsey (bisexual (uses she/they pronouns)

Jessie Paege (bisexual and non binary (she/they pronouns)

Bears In Trees (one of the members uses they/them pronouns (unsure of exact identity)

Cobra Starship (singer (Gabe Saporta) is Jewish and is from Uruguay also there is a female member (possibly more than one but I’m unsure)

Midtown (Gabe Saporta was also a member of this band)

The Objex (female fronted and frontwoman was POC (the person who replied with this band said that the singer might be LGBTQ but they aren’t sure)

Gym Class Heroes (POC members (possibly all POC but unsure if that is for certain)

Billie Elish (female)

Ray Toro (Puerto Rican-Portuguese)

often get people in the notes saying my chemical romance because (insert name of member (most likely Frank Iero (rhythm guitarist) or Gerard Way (singer) is bisexual. There is no interview confirming that for either of them. I can confirm two things though 1. that Ray Toro is at least part Puerto Rican-Portuguese (I did copy that from Wikipedia cause I suck at spelling) and 2. Gerard Way is unlabeled and uses he/they pronouns

IDLES (singer is bisexual)

Amyl and The Sniffer (female lead singer)

Surfbort (female lead singer)

Mannequin Pussy (female and POC members)

Pansy Division (most members are gay)

Limp Wrist (gay and Latine/Latinx (not 100%sure which is better to use so I put both to be safe) members)

Dog Park Dissidents (gay members)

Propagandhi (queer and non binary member)

Florence+ The Machine (female members)

As always feel free to add more in the notes!

Also here is a long list of bands with POC members:

So what they did is update their policies to give common law partners the same benefits as a legal spouse and updated their anti-discrimination and workplace harassment policies around sexual orientation and gender identity. There were also some other things they did at the same time like set up resource groups for black employees and women in the company. It seems to be part of a wider effort to make the company as a whole more welcoming for a more diverse range of employees.

Also I think Mario is officiating a gay wedding.

So what they did is update their policies to give common law partners the same benefits as a legal spouse and updated their anti-discrimination and workplace harassment policies around sexual orientation and gender identity. There were also some other things they did at the same time like set up resource groups for black employees and women in the company. It seems to be part of a wider effort to make the company as a whole more welcoming for a more diverse range of employees.

Also I think Mario is officiating a gay wedding.

I’ve never been so taken out by a response

I got to see mom do this once. It was… terrifying. I was moving into my first apartment, and my buddy had just moved into a place about half a mile away, and he was almost crying with rage because of some of the safety issues the apartment had with the wiring. There were a whole host of other problems, but that one was about safety and it should not have been a thing. Mom gathered us up, and drove to the leasing office. When we got there, she informed him (not asked. She’d walked his apartment, noted everything she disliked (she had much higher standards than he did) and she was PISSED) that he was to keep his mouth shut, make whatever expressions she cued him on, and pretend he understood whenever she and I switched languages and we’d fill him in afterwards. (I have been used as a complainant prop before. I know what my job is when she’s on this warpath; thankfully she does not use her powers for evil.)

It took her all of twenty minutes to have a promise in writing from the son of the owner for everything to be fixed by a specific date and also to install a ceiling fan at no cost to my friend. In that meeting, she managed to leverage his church, his family, his reputation, the concept of a gentleman, the biblical concept of how to treat the poor, how people would treat his children, once they were grown, and the concept of a self-made man (which my friend is trying very hard to be), Christian morality, what it means to be a community institution, real estate law, and honestly, I forget what else. She’d never met him before. She does not live in our city -or state, for that matter. We’re not Christian. She did a cold-read of him based on his office, face, clothing, and posture (he didn’t give us his last name -the ‘related to the owner’ was a guess that turned out to be lucky), and hit every point of pride or insecurity she could find. When some things still hadn’t been taken care of a week later, she *called his father* and implied that he’d failed as a man and a parent since his son hadn’t yet honored his word. My friend had the fan that day, and the remaining safety issues were taken care of on top of it. No yelling, no threats, it was just a calm, ‘friendly’ conversation. My friend does not do subtext; he knew the social chess game was going on, but not how it worked. 

tl;dr: I’ve seen my mother do this and holy shit this really should be a thing.

my momma is a retired union lawyer. you should see her tear into landlords and rich people. it’s like watching a lion devour a zebra.

Comrade Karen

I see now…“Karen” is a power that can be used for evil or good…

Listen you are all gonna lose your shit once you find out where there’s a company where that is literally their whole business model. They are called “Karens for Hire” and their whole thing is helping out exploited people get justice - essentially complaining to the right people and making themselves heard.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/2022/12/26/karens-for-hire-customer-service-complaints/

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Wait. For real?

Do they have applications?

So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

and for the love of god, don’t just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, they’ll just hang up

make plausible-sounding reports for things that don’t actually exist, so that they actually have to waste time/resources investigating false leads - the goal is to waste time they would otherwise be using to do their jobs, not to get tumblr clout for being an epic troll

So apparently the internet article said the superintendent wouldn't be deterred by the prank calls because they would 'taper off eventually'. It'd be a real shame if this post stayed in circulation via queues so they get a consistent list of prank calls to filter through. 😇

I’ve never been so taken out by a response

I got to see mom do this once. It was… terrifying. I was moving into my first apartment, and my buddy had just moved into a place about half a mile away, and he was almost crying with rage because of some of the safety issues the apartment had with the wiring. There were a whole host of other problems, but that one was about safety and it should not have been a thing. Mom gathered us up, and drove to the leasing office. When we got there, she informed him (not asked. She’d walked his apartment, noted everything she disliked (she had much higher standards than he did) and she was PISSED) that he was to keep his mouth shut, make whatever expressions she cued him on, and pretend he understood whenever she and I switched languages and we’d fill him in afterwards. (I have been used as a complainant prop before. I know what my job is when she’s on this warpath; thankfully she does not use her powers for evil.)

It took her all of twenty minutes to have a promise in writing from the son of the owner for everything to be fixed by a specific date and also to install a ceiling fan at no cost to my friend. In that meeting, she managed to leverage his church, his family, his reputation, the concept of a gentleman, the biblical concept of how to treat the poor, how people would treat his children, once they were grown, and the concept of a self-made man (which my friend is trying very hard to be), Christian morality, what it means to be a community institution, real estate law, and honestly, I forget what else. She’d never met him before. She does not live in our city -or state, for that matter. We’re not Christian. She did a cold-read of him based on his office, face, clothing, and posture (he didn’t give us his last name -the ‘related to the owner’ was a guess that turned out to be lucky), and hit every point of pride or insecurity she could find. When some things still hadn’t been taken care of a week later, she *called his father* and implied that he’d failed as a man and a parent since his son hadn’t yet honored his word. My friend had the fan that day, and the remaining safety issues were taken care of on top of it. No yelling, no threats, it was just a calm, ‘friendly’ conversation. My friend does not do subtext; he knew the social chess game was going on, but not how it worked. 

tl;dr: I’ve seen my mother do this and holy shit this really should be a thing.

my momma is a retired union lawyer. you should see her tear into landlords and rich people. it’s like watching a lion devour a zebra.

Comrade Karen

I see now…“Karen” is a power that can be used for evil or good…

Listen you are all gonna lose your shit once you find out where there’s a company where that is literally their whole business model. They are called “Karens for Hire” and their whole thing is helping out exploited people get justice - essentially complaining to the right people and making themselves heard.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/2022/12/26/karens-for-hire-customer-service-complaints/

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Wait. For real?

Do they have applications?

please i need to talk about kristin’s story theres so much happening

1. mikey looking over and smiling at her as;

2. his sibling goes wild with a flamethrower in the background while screaming manically

3. ray looks over and is grinning SO big and happy watching gerard having fun

4. frank literally not even lookjng. indifferent king

5. mikey 🫶 to kristin

6. gerard marching the flamethrower back to whoever is on flamethrower-handling-duty

TikTok update where the app won't open unless the user is wearing earphones

I don't even have tiktok I'm just saying this as a concerned citizen

*accidentally realizes i’ve been overusing a random phrase a lot* where did this come from. who did this to me

Please, everyone, I'm begging you.

STOP shopping for cursed dolls at shops like this.

This is not a healthy or a safe environment for them to live in. Each individual cursed doll needs at least a two bedroom apartment and a family of no fewer than three individuals to haunt and spread their curse around. Confining so many of them together is going to lead to fighting, then their curses will tangle together, causing more problems for the surrounding neighborhood, while offering the dolls themselves no real enrichment.

Remember- a cursed doll isn't just for Halloween.
A cursed doll is for the rest of your life.

*Please note that "the rest of your life" is not necessarily shorter due to curses. Common side effects include boils, locusts, mild possession, severe possession, gout, diarrhea, being suspended in an infinite void, death, and/or people asking to enter your home. Talk to your local witch to see if curses are right for you. Void where prohibited. No purchase necessary.

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

I sit on my throne, awaiting the arrival of the so-called hero into my chamber. All is silent in the chamber, empty save for me, and the low flickering of the flames that provide illumination. Then, all of a sudden, the ‘hero’ breaks down the door, and steps in, glaring at me.

“Vasilia! For too long has your unholy conquest gone unchecked! I am here to stop you, to avenge the lives of the countless people you have slaughtered!”

At this, I let out a small laugh, before my face almost shows a sign of grief, which puzzles the hero. “I wouldn’t say countless, that does them such a grave disservice. No, I have killed exactly 769 souls to get to where I am today.”

“Y-you… 769.. You counted them?”

“Yes, I counted them. It grieves me every single waking hour the weight of my necessary evil, but I know I must never forget them, lest I become a monster. I have every single one of their names etched into the gold of my throne, an ever present reminder of the lives that have been lost because of me.” I step off of my throne, my cloak billowing behind me, and I turn towards the throne, and the words etched onto it. 

“Isaac Welson. He was a wheat farmer by trade, but he longed to be an artist. He was recruited into this rebellion of yours, and sacrificed himself for a hope of a different future, never able to create the art he dreamed of. Elanor Fallow. She was a sailor, and loved the open sea. She died tragically, not trusting the instructions of how to flee the city to safer ground before my siege, the start of my war to unify these lands. she was one of the first to fall, far away from the sea that she loved.” My face grows sad, grief overtaking me. “I mourn each and every life that I had to take, and it hurts my heart every single day to know of them. Now I must ask you, you who calls yourself a hero, how many people have you murdered?”

“I- I don’t know…” the self-styled hero admits, in a low, shallow whisper.

I give a short sigh before I speak. This was what I had expected, but it still hurts. “2,036. That is how many lives you have killed in furtherance of your rebellion. Two-Thousand and Thirty Six lives cut short, and you didn’t even know their names.”

The one who calls themself a hero staggers, grief overtaking their face. “I- that- no, h-how would you know?”

“Because, ‘hero’. I counted them as well, as yet another reminder to bear on my soul. 1,047 people died when you destroyed the great convoy of ships in the Eastern Riverway. It was true that the convoy had information critical to my unification, but you were mistaken when you believed all of the ships belonged to me. Only one did, the rest were innocent traders, each with their own lives and longings. I mourned each and every one of their lives for weeks, and you never even thought about them.”

“I-” The professed hero could not bear to speak, only now realising the weight of the actions that brought them here.

I look at the hero, and continue. “Five-hundred and sixty-three. That is how many people you killed during the breach of the grand vault of the Southern Capitol. A necessary heist to fund your rebellion, but if you believed exploding the end of the vault rather than storming it saved lives, you are gravely mistaken. Five-hundred and sixty-three people were in the vault, withdrawing money for the day’s shopping, or depositing their payment from yesterday’s work. All of them died. Isabelle Wilson was one of these, a child, only just turned 11. Her mothers had brought her to the vault to teach her how money works, the first time she had ever been to the grand building. And still, you didn’t even know her name, or any of the others you killed that day.”

Tears begin to streak the hero’s face, but I continue.

“Four-hundred and twelve. That is how many people died in the battles that lead you to my gates. Only half of them were soldiers of mine. The remaining two-hundred and 6 were innocent civilians, innocent civilians like Jett Lowen. They were 17, and were set to turn 18 the next day. They went to sleep at the end of the night, along with their parents, Filicia & Owen, and their younger sister, Amelia. They all went to sleep, resting after a long day of work. They never heard the soldiers of your rebellion surround the city, nor did they hear the launching of the bombs, nor the explosion that killed them in their sleep, the day before Jett would have become an adult.”

A small tear streaks across my face, before I once again continue. “You killed fourteen more people today, storming this castle. They were my most loyal guards, my trusted friends, who were planning on having a party tomorrow, a day of revel and joy. They defended my castle to their dying breaths, as you took their lives from them.”

The hero is aghast at their actions, the thousands of deaths unknown to them before now suddenly all at once weighing on their soul, tears streaking their face. I take a breath, and walk towards them, my soul filled with grief. “Yes, I have killed hundreds, and their deaths weigh on me every single day. Yet you killed thousands in an attempt to bring me down, and never even knew a single one’s name. I do hope they will be forgiving, if you do see them soon.” 
I take out the sword that had been concealed in my cloak, and stab it into the hero. Their eyes, and the words engraved on the sword, stare back at me. The eyes of the hero show nothing but grief, shock, and horror, and they go deep into my soul along with the words written on the sword. Remember & Mourn, for they had a life, with wonderful joys. I grab the tools next to the throne, and carve their name into the throne, with tears streaking down my face. 770 lives taken.

Bro???

I went through all 5 stages of grief

this is so good-

me when the disorder that I have that is literally a disability makes me unable to do certain things

me when the disorder that I have that is literally a disability makes me unable to do certain things