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I have no idea how to write a bio Demisexual/Trans She/Her 20+

[rylandgraces]

When the post goes triple platinum in the mutual circle and you have to scroll past the same thing seven times in a row

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[hollis-art]

in the face of an apocalypse, you do what you have to do.

[twiggy-boy]

"what is this BABY doing in space!???"

-Rocky, probably

[important-cat-pics]

[crackshipsandregret]

Curious pebble (3/?)

Part 1 / Part 2

A massive shoutout to @thereal-sillyguy for making everyone's favorite pebble into a gif! I very literally couldn't have done it without them!

[soulsplosion]

im being emo about dinosaurs again

[soulsplosion]

YES!!! YES!!!!!

[nevershootamockingbird]

[ Image One: A digital illustration of a singular quetzalcoatlus looking at the sky as the meteor strike causes the sky to be painted in shades of yellow, orange, red, pink, green, purple, and blue. The multi-colored explosion is reflected in the body of water in front of the quetzalcoatlus.

Image Two: Screenshot of tags that read "#oh my god.... #and for a moment; they all witnessed a sunrise more grand and more impossibly beautiful than any they'd ever seen before... #mm" / End ID ]

[sforzzz]

copper ii sulfate has no reason to be this blue. this shade of blue looks like it should only be a digital invention

[jingerpi]

"reblog to give a trans woman soup"

- 144k notes

"trans women experience misogyny because they're women"

- you are now on a blocklist

[elierlick]

An iconic UK bookstore is offering visitors the opportunity to vandalize Harry Potter books for 25 pence. The Bookish Type, the trans-owned bookstore in Leeds running the promotion, will donate all proceeds to gender-affirming healthcare costs. Good fundraising idea or bad messaging? 🤔

[icaruskey]

fantastic idea

Books are precious, but not to the point you can't deface them or reuse them in ways that you want/need, especially not a dime a dozen copy of a popular series.

This is art. It's activism, it's demonstration. And the money goes to a good cause. So good all around.

[genderkoolaid]

i think people need to get a grip around the fact that a state or other governing body banning/destroying books is bad because it stems from intent to control people's knowledge and what kinds of ideas can be expressed and shared.

it's not that, like, astral nazi particles are created whenever anybody of any social status or authority fucks with any book.

[mossdftba]

Speaking as a librarian:

I've destroyed books. Dozens of books. Harry Potter and Percy Jackson and The Hobbit and Dog Man and Avatar: the Last Airbender and and and...

They're not precious irreplaceable artifacts, a lot of them are printed on shit paper bound with shit glue and they fall apart after enough readings. I used them for art projects and library decor and cut them into bookmarks. We bought more copies.

This ^ sounds like a great fundraiser, especially if it's a used copy that was donated or picked up cheap. Depending on edition, this title has between 250-400 pages. Which means excluding stuff like title page, publisher info, flyleaves, etc, this fundraiser is making MINIMUM £60 for gender-affirming healthcare. Maybe £55 if the book was purchased specifically for this fundraiser.

[lost-carcosa]

Established in 2019, The Bookish Type is an independent LGBTIQA+ bookshop at 58 Merrion Centre, LS2 8NG. Open Tuesday to Saturday, 10-6.

[cloudabserk]

grace is like rocky be honest am i too clingy? and rocky is like grace i would mind meld with you if i could.

[roswellsoup]

bonus/proof:

we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒

[escuerzoresucitado]

[distantwave]

[askfriskandcompany]

We will be turning our eyes towards the house next

Send your asks accordingly

[cheaphalloweencostume]

“be gay do crime! but sex is yucky and crime is wrong!” ass website

[cheaphalloweencostume]

literally 😭😭😭

[fforsythiaaa]

Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.

[teaboot]

There is a reality not so far from our own in which Ratitouille (2007) was filmed as an avant-garde conceptual horror akin to Eraserhead (1977)

[teaboot]

There is a young American man in France. His mother has passed away. He has few friends, and works the thankless job of a bus boy in a prestigious restaurant, but dreams of becoming a chef despite having very little skill.

He returns one night to his humble apartment, which is known to have vermin, and comes across a rat, which he could easily kill or set loose on the street.

But the rat- it is special. It seems to speak to him. Promises him every little thing he desires- talent, fame, and fortune. Recognition and esteem like he has only ever seen from afar; fine company like the wealthy men and women whose scraps he picks at over the sink.

Put me on your head, the rat says. Put me on your head and think of nothing.

It is strange at first, yes. Strange to feel another take control of his life and live it better than he ever could. To see miraculous things created with his own two hands, to feel his feet move in graceful and fantastic ways with a confidence he has never had.

But the rat delivers as he had promised: he receives promotions, notoriety, admiration. He is noticed. Envied. Every day is a waking dream, rubbing elbows with beautiful women and handsome men and influential personalities who lavish him with praise. It is addictive, this lifestyle- never mind that he is only ever truly conscious of it as a passenger of in own brain.

It is when he has reached heights few can ever conceive, with all that the rat had ever promised- a beautiful wife in a beautiful house with all the world in his palm, in possession of all the wealth and success a man could ever want, that the rat says that it is leaving.

Leaving? The rat cannot leave. Everything he is, the rat has provided.

"I have delivered on our bargain", the rat says. "I have brought to you all that you have ever dreamed. What more could you desire? I must live my own life, now."

The man is furious. He is terrified. He destroys the rat, in all of the ways that a rat can be destroyed, until nothing is left of it but a fine smear of marinara sauce.

He returns to the restaurant the next day moving like the shell of something hollowed-out and brittle. He cooks well- his fingers remember the movements, his eyes recognize the patterns, his mouth knows without his asking what orders to speak and what platitudes make patrons smile pleasantly with their straight white teeth.

He retains the talents of the rat. The charm of the rat. All the worldly pleasures the rat had provided him.

Still, it seems, he is little more than a vessel for the talents of the rat.

But the rat is gone.

What remains of the man?

[teaboot]

You see my vision