Goddess Trash

Myth | 30+ | NB Queer | INFP 🌸💙They/them | Fae/Faer💙🌸 🎶Chronically Ill Disabled Motherfucker🎶 If I'm not melodramatic then I die Just a Samoyed with a blog and a love for shiny rocks. May own a wizard in a cat body; we're not sure. 🎶Living proof that the strength you will need has been in you forever, but to get it, you'll bleed🎶

[chadolbaegii]

[happy fox noises]

[sewer-swan]

please stop trying to convince me the cause is righteous and convince me the tactics are effective

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[plecopsar]

[the-problematic-trolley]

Transhumanism, acceptance of progress - furry, specifically protogen.

(Furry has a lot of political weight/associations).

Argument for disability rights with the protogen.

Body acceptance - hip dip, pouch, tig ol’ bitties

Sex positivity - furry, toaster/toast placement

Censorship- toaster/toast placement

[Refer to male/female gaze]

LGBT rights - bi logo on headphones

Freedom of speech/expression - sarcastic “‘all art is political’” to try and disprove it.

Artistic intent/audience response

Argument to be made for symbolism of food insecurity - use of toast for censorship instead of some luxurious food.

[husbanddaughter]

they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3

[freelance-fiend]

and theyre tryin to delete it all again

[lanotteviene]

my best friend linen my brother in arms cotton my partner wool my beautiful sister silk

[lanotteviene]

our sick deranged enemy polyester....

[threeture]

the demon lord, prince of lies, "Vegan Leather"...

[transmascmarypoppins]

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

[spacefinch]

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

[chatblancofficial]

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

[huewrite]

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

[gossamermouse]

this is not a place of honor

[jackviator]

[dinosaurana]

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[tartrazeen]

[sevdahalma]

most fantasy books or fics i’ve read that contained a desert biome fell back on real world prejudice and misconceptions in place of authentic worldbuilding for a place and people, and it is so telling that the trope seems to repeat itself

things like

the desert as a lifeless wasteland where ‘life is crushed underneath the shifting sands and blazing sun’ blah blah blah. deserts are full of life and they are beautiful and people have lived and prospered in them for eons. please read a book

the desert as an ugly or barren terrain where everything is harsh and threatening

the desert as something scary

the inhabitants as backwards religious zealots

the men as overly violent and oppressive

the inhabitants in need of outside instruction/intervention, i.e. “civilizing the savage”

the “harem” and women as exotic, sensual, mysterious

writing tribalism with no knowledge of how tribes actually function

djinn (or for the westerners, genies)

Islam Lite (the aesthetics or spiritual practices appropriated and stripped of meaning)

sprinkling random arabic words for ✨flavor✨instead of expanding your worldbuilding to include language as well

clothing as oppressive or mysterious, instead of serving its actual purpose (protecting you from the elements, which should be obvious but i guess it isn’t. covering your skin keeps you cooler and safer in most deserts)

people who live in deserts as ignorant, superstitious, uneducated

this isn’t worldbuilding, it’s just ignorance and bigotry

[whitepeopletwitter]

[ramshacklefey]

No IDs, but these tags got me in a huff:

So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.

They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.

And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.

Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.

Yoga pants. Hmf.

[elodieunderglass]

people in cold climates would have a tide line of white marks around their knees (if they were normal height) in the winter.

From wicking up road salt.

[taibhsearachd]

The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.

[longseasons]

[gwydionmisha]

Bonus: If I buy a book I get to keep it! The publisher can't turn up at my house at random and confiscate all the books I bought.

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

[thatdisasterauthor]

Also, not gonna lie, it is so refreshing to have a major cultural moment that's just FREE. You don't have to pay a cent to watch this on NASA's YouTube. There's not a single ad, not a single sponsor plastered anywhere. It's just smart people doing cool things.

[thatdisasterauthor]

Closest thing we got to an ad was the jar of Nutella that escaped.

[casismybestfriend]

[pangur-and-grim]

[bannertanks]

[systlin]

Consider. The Toadolante.

Hear me out. hear me out. So. When the Sons of Feanor arrive in Beleriand, there is already a battle on. It's hard fought until the Noldor show up with a lot of issues to take out on the forces of Angband and the Dagor-nuin-Giliath quickly goes against Angband.

Orcs HAD been beseiging the Havens at Falas, but pull back to reinforce the northern forces of Angband agains the Noldor. Or attempt to, anyway. They run into a problem in the form of Celegorm son of Feanor and his forces, who ambush the reinforcements near Ethel Sirion and drive them into the Fen of Serach. Being stuck in a swamp with a hunter of Orome hunting YOU is not a good situation, and it shows; Celegorm destroys that force of orcs to a one. No orcs or servants of the enemy survived him.

It is canon that Celegorm knew all the tounges of birds and beasts, at least those in Valinor. This no doubt aids him greatly in hunting the forces of Angband; in the fens the very toads and frogs could give him intel.

HOWEVER. I posit that it is quite probable that the toads and frogs of Beleriand speak a rather different dialect than those in Valinor, much as the elves of Valinor speak Quenya and those in the East Sindarin and Silvan and other tounges.

In an unfortunate linguistic slip, Celegorm accidentally flirts with the various amphibians of the Fen of Serach. They're smitten, and aid the large strange but fair new wife (frogs have a very VERY loose concept of elf gender) but then of course Celegorm LEAVES once the hunt is finished. The toads and frogs are bereft. They croak sadly about their lost love, and sing the Toadolante for generations to come, which is a HELL of a shock for Finrod in a few hundred years when he ends up in the Fens fighting during the Bragollach.

[systlin]

Yes, you understand.

When Barahir pulled a soggy, filthy Finrod out of the Fens during the Bragollach, it took three hours to pick off all the toads and frogs who were passionately clasping whatever bit of Finrod they could grasp and croaking about the romance of the return of the Large Wife. When Celegorm turned up in Nargothrond Finrod looked him dead in the eyes and greeted him as 'wife of frogs' and Celegorm knew he was gonna have to get this guy killed somehow because Ingoldo was NEVER gonna let this go.

[partywithponies]

Strange racists and homophobes on the internet seem to have access to an alternate way cooler version of TV than me. "every white character on TV is in an interracial relationship" "every show has a gay couple in it" "main characters keep having to secretly be bisexual and nonbinary" "every show has gratuitous full frontal nudity" like damn promise?? What channel???