“Proud internalized misandrist” is a joke. Because misandrists don’t actually exist.
Then misogynists don't exist either, babe. Take that from someone with a vagina.
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“Proud internalized misandrist” is a joke. Because misandrists don’t actually exist.
Then misogynists don't exist either, babe. Take that from someone with a vagina.
Not to be that person that's always asking what the fuck is wrong with adult women, but has anyone figured out what the fuck is wrong with adult women?
Men be like 🤡
Misandrists be like 🤡
I need to go get my fave tattoo touched up, the lettering is getting a lil faded.
the most Relatable Thing about the biblical jesus is that he waited 3 days to come back from the dead, b/c sometimes you just need to take a long weekend to get away from it all
Happy ‘Back From the Dead’ Day!
Coming out of my cave
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all…
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
HOW DOES THIS WORK SO WELL
Judas kissing Jesus
Me: [going through old photos of experimental fashion choices I made] Me, softly: “What the fuck…”
what
That fashion choice existed so that it could make this one look good in comparison:
disclaimer: I used to wear a lot of turbans before I knew about cultural appropriation so I have a lot of retroactively embarassing outfits like this:
Players not reading other character bios
Fighter: *flirting with a new party member who inhabits living armor* “So… got any friends?”
Armor: “No, they were all killed and devoured whole by the Ceaseless Hunger.”
Fighter: “… Parents?”
Armor: “Killed them.”
Fighter: “Siblings?”
Armor: “Killed themselves.”
Fighter: “A… any… friends???”
Armor: “You are literally my only relation.”
Fighter: “I’m so sorry.”
Armor: “The first thing you did when we met was attack me and it was literally the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Fighter: “I AM SO SORRY.”
Suck my tit
Couples receive “parent points”, which they can use to purchase their children. Most parents wait for a few thousand, but you chose to buy the cheaper, 100 point child.
Shane knows what it’s like to be a 100 point child. He knows how it feels to see potential parents–potential families–come through the facilities doors, faces bright with excitement. He knows how it feels to see them reading the little plaques on the nursery doors, scanning the lists there for the right bits of knowledge and etiquette and grace that they want their baby to have.
He knows how it feels to see their faces pinch outside the window before they hurry to the next room.
Shane grew up in a 100 point nursery. They had torn, ratty, books and no teachers, and when snack time came, the tray was pushed through a slat in the door. They were called “unruly” and “damaged” and “stupid.” A lot of the other kids threw tantrums and broke furniture (and sometimes other kids). A lot of the other kids went quiet after the first few years when they realized they’d never be adopted until they were old enough (or pretty enough) to be useful. A lot of the kids cried and didn’t stop until they got taken away or were aged out.
Shane’s grown up a lot since aging out. He put himself through school, got himself a job, shed his 100 points like the torn clothes he’d left the facility in. He’s powerful now, successful, and he’s grown out of the twisted nose, big ears, and gap-toothed smile that had made him one of the less attractive 100 point babies. Or maybe he’s grown into them. Who’s to say?
It’s taken him a long time to get enough Parent Points to do what he wants. Being a man is, for once, somewhat hindering as most of society equates “parental” with “maternal.” He’s lost count of how many social workers have politely hid expressions of surprise when he told them he wanted to adopt stag, that he’s willing to take the classes, get the grades, make the oaths to get even one Parent Point.
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shane loves all his 100 point children more than anything else in the world
I legitimately just started crying. So beautiful, thank you for sharing this!!!!
Thank you for writing this story @caffeinewitchcraft, and thank you @cockglitch for the art. I love it!
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dog humor: WHEN YOUR TOY SQUEAKS 😂
Unpopular Opinion:
If Tumblr doesn’t stop showing me their far leftist ideological posts, I’m suing.
Problem solved. I blocked Tumblr’s “Action” thing.
what being bi means to me: sometimes i look at pictures of people of various genders and say “nice” but mostly i lie down on the floor a lot because Im tired. follow for more relatable content
My students are up to something. They keep coming up to me and handing me pieces of fruit, and when I ask why, they just smile cryptically and say, “Don’t worry about it.”
Like, the apples I get. That’s a teacherly thing to give. But one of them just straight up handed me a grape.
I took a sick day today and sent an email to the first girl to hand me a piece of fruit, asking if I could have an explanation now.
Her response was to send me this meme:
That clarifies exactly nothing, thanks.
Walked into school today to an email from her saying: “There’s more to come, hope it doesn’t leave you *sour* (you’ll get that later).”
Ominous.
Just before my first class of the day, one of my students came floating in, a black cloak billowing behind her, hood pulled low over her eyes.
“An offering,” she said, handing me a plain white bag with a green ribbon.
Inside is this:
Life gave me a plastic lemon.
WE HAVE AN ANSWER!
Apparently this was the result of a number of my students playing Truth or Dare at a birthday party. I’m not sure which one of them came up with “I dare you to confuse Magistra by handing her a piece of fruit without explanation”, but I 100% approve of any thought process that ends with me getting free food.
I’m pretty sure 90% of my mutuals dislike me
me
I made the post, so it’s me. Not you
you dumb bitch I meant I’m your mutual and I hate you. This is why we hate you
date a trans guy who is afraid of the future
How TF do I ask my legal gaurdian to let me get top surgery??
“hey I wanna chop off my boobs, you gucci?”
I mean it’s covered by insurance but still
Consent n shit