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@cartoonscientist
me: why on earth do straight men need so many versions of the same shirt by different brands??
also me: ooh, is that a ribbed crop top with horizontal stripes?
yaoi hands appreciation post ft. the new glitchy rose steve madden cocktail dress I scored on the dollar rack that will be going into my AM cosplay wardrobe
dc could do the funniest thing for pride month and bring back junior as the hiring manager of jcorp attempting some kind of corporate rainbow capitalism initiative
deformed gay man after randomly slicing you with a pocket knife behind 7/11: VORKOSIGAN SAGA!!! VORKOSIGAN SAGA!!
why does art of people with scoliosis always just look like a conventionally hot woman shifting her shoulders slightly to the side or even who just has her stylized spine line going a little bit off-center without her torso shape being affected when in real life untreated adult scoliosis makes you look like a moon person who was grown in a vat to be sealed into a sexy steel titty exoskeleton
“I couldn’t imagine living trapped in a grotesquely warped body :c”
well truly you just need to shove some things under yourself if you want to know how I do it
I don’t own a full length mirror and probably haven’t looked at myself in one in almost a decade, and today I went to an independent thrift store and went into the fitting room to try on some stuff and I’m gonna be honest, I had a moment of shock where I was like oh fuck, I’m actually straight up deformed, like I got a little bit of an arora kress situation going on, little bit of alex merkel up in the ribcage there, I should probably go back to the orthopedic clinic that I ghosted after my weird primary care doctor decided to tell me that I’ve never actually been diagnosed with scoliosis and I’m making it all up when I had been going to physical therapy and wearing orthopedic braces and LLD aids and getting multiple xrays for years in my early twenties
and I was literally thinking “my brain is telling me I should feel really ashamed that my body doesn’t look conventionally sexy and snatched without clothes, but like, even if I ascribed to those kinds of values, how the fuck am I supposed to feel bad about the SHAPE OF MY BONES that are an actual DISEASE? anyone who makes fun of me is going to look like a huge asshole because there’s obviously something wrong with me” and also kind of “wow I can reclaim so many ableist horror tropes through erotic self-photography”
“but cartoonscientist, surely you realized something was amiss due to the fact that you need to assume different sleeping positions depending on which side you’re lying on and can’t sleep with your head on your arms like tom sawyer because it causes paralytic thoracic compression, in some ways similar to notably disabled historical figure joseph merrick, or that one medieval times dude who needed a really complicated pillow”
well in my defense I just thought that was a fun science fact that applied to everyone
I don’t own a full length mirror and probably haven’t looked at myself in one in almost a decade, and today I went to an independent thrift store and went into the fitting room to try on some stuff and I’m gonna be honest, I had a moment of shock where I was like oh fuck, I’m actually straight up deformed, like I got a little bit of an arora kress situation going on, little bit of alex merkel up in the ribcage there, I should probably go back to the orthopedic clinic that I ghosted after my weird primary care doctor decided to tell me that I’ve never actually been diagnosed with scoliosis and I’m making it all up when I had been going to physical therapy and wearing orthopedic braces and LLD aids and getting multiple xrays for years in my early twenties
and I was literally thinking “my brain is telling me I should feel really ashamed that my body doesn’t look conventionally sexy and snatched without clothes, but like, even if I ascribed to those kinds of values, how the fuck am I supposed to feel bad about the SHAPE OF MY BONES that are an actual DISEASE? anyone who makes fun of me is going to look like a huge asshole because there’s obviously something wrong with me” and also kind of “wow I can reclaim so many ableist horror tropes through erotic self-photography”
my ancestors watching me make a cross-cultural halushki stirfry abomination in a giant wok: he can put whatever he wants in the kazan, he lives in a paradise where you can grow crops in the winter
the whole “you don’t know you’re beautiful and that’s what makes you beautiful” trope is such a lie, anyone who has been friends with a hot person with severe body dysmorphia will be able to attest that not only is it draining as fuck for the people around them, but the hot person in question probably went through some insane, brain-boiling shit that made them unable to recognize their own face in the mirror and the body dysmorphia is most likely the least of their psychological problems
watching a video essay about lookism and intersectionality and I feel like I have the right to say this as someone with a visible spinal deformity: we can definitely come up with a better academic term than “anti-disfigurement”, right? like, “body normativism” and “body difference prejudice” is right there. “anti-disfigurement” sounds like a selling feature on a steel-toed boot.
secret six is like. on the first read you’re paying attention to the plot, on the second read you’re uncovering the subtext of the characters’ behavior. it’s a very helpful introduction to the concept of text and subtext in that way.
“I want to be degraded, I don’t want to be KNOWN! that would be humiliating.”
I’m not like, the prescriptivist fantasy species term police, like if you want to call a sandworm a dragon and bug people elves then go for it, I like doing things like that myself. I just find it really funny when cishet dudes specifically portray female drow as submissive waifus, because I feel like out of all the humanoid fantasy races, if you married a drow lady she would probably expect you to be a submissive housewife
By the Norn, Brian, did I not remind you before I took to surface that the white cordyceps crop would need to be rinsed and dried?? Spiders would have your tongue were the regent princess still on the throne.