bizarropossum @dadbeast - Tumblr Blog

hi 🖤

I'm Gabe! You can also just call me dadbeast.

I: am 26. use a bunch of pronouns; they/them is my favorite. am nonbinary and queer and not white. am a constant mobile user. have a ko-fi. have more info below the cut!

You: should be an adult to follow me! should send me opossum content. should be nice to animals (including other people). should have a good day! :)

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ishimarukiyotaka

hot take comments like "I hope I get cyclosporiasis I want to lose 10 lbs" are not only obvious fatphobia but also part of mass illness normalization that has been an ongoing effort since 2020 to minimize the dangers of disease and infections

They want to act like high levels of sickness whether it be airborne or foodborne are normal and not the responsibility of agencies like public health or food safety regulation so they can get away with dismantling them.

xigrif

New Folder (2) would be a beautiful name for a cool baby

not-terezi-pyrope

Imagine if babies were named the same way that files were, so by default it's "New Baby" until the parents change it, and if you meet a "New Baby (2)" out in the wild and it's like a five year old that's a major sign of serial parental neglect

not-terezi-pyrope

Only parents can reallocate names, so that means somebody called "New Baby" might just be an orphan. But "New Baby (2)" means that they had at least nine months to name the first baby before the second was born, and they just didn't give a fuck. Sad

iamaine

New Baby Final Draft(2)(2) Final Edit(2) Final

ndnbutch

like, I myself have also never lived on the rez so I can really only speak to the experiences I’ve had shared with me by friends and family—and frankly, there are some things my loved ones just straight up won’t even talk about because it was just that fucking bad. but with the way some folks on this site (in particular, as I’ve mentioned before, white Europeans who seem to have convinced themselves that just because they’re not American means they’re absolved of all the evils of white supremacy and imperialism) talk about Native people living in the imperial core it feels really clear to me that a lot of these people have never even, like, attempted to so much as imagine just how fucking bad the conditions on most reservations are. they’re certainly not doing any research into it. just, like, speaking loudly and confidently about how privileged we are to live in the US without a shred of consideration for the fact that these places were intentionally constructed to have the worst living conditions possible. and like that’s not to say that you can’t have any semblance of a good life there, I’ve also heard so many stories of joy and love and community on the rez and I don’t want to take away from that. but those things are hard fought for through the fucking incredible power and resilience of what it is to be a native person surviving genocide, they happen IN SPITE of all the odds stacked against us. I promise that you as a white person in fucking France or whatever are not worse off than generations of people forced into reservations, with extremely limited access to food and clean water and healthcare. for real.

ndnbutch

and of course the justification is always “oh well that’s such a small percentage of the US population though” as if that’s not literally the same logic used by the government to allow these people to continue to suffer, and as though population percentage is supposed to make me just stop caring about my relatives. like that just doesn’t make you look better. and if you’re from a colonizing European country it was your fucking ancestors that created the conditions that led to people suffering today. shut the fuck up!

self-proclaimed-mad-scientist

When I was younger I thought the black market was a physical place in the middle of a desert canyon somewhere, and the reason it was called that was because all the stalls used black fabric. I thought that human bones and brains in jars were sold there. I thought you could buy smuggled artifacts and stolen artwork from painters long dead. I thought that you could buy elephant ivory and endangered bird eggs. I thought that you could buy rhinoceros meat and wild chinchilla coats. I thought you could buy pirated copies of movies and hard drives full of government secrets. I kind of wanted to go, but I knew it was a terrible thing to ask. I wouldn’t have bought anything, I would have just liked to look.

byjove

Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesn’t have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.

byjove

He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old lady’s granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmother’s prized possessions to pay for her funeral.

byjove

The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.

shlock brain hurt

not his name.

shamrock going proper mental innit

not even his name.

funkytrashcan

@mag-the-pie

mag-the-pie

give the phone back equi

innerchildabortionclinic

just saw the phrase "abortionable amount of weeks pregnant"

killuazedykee

homoquartz

if you spoke to lestat or louis about your pain, they would say, "your pain? what about MY pain?" but if you spoke about your pain to armand he would say "let me lobotomize you and you will never feel pain again." he has a solution-based mindset and we could all learn from him.

#iwtv