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i love you aroaces who are sex repulsed and i love you aroaces who are sex favorable. i love you aroaces who engage in kink and those who dont. i love you aroaces who have a partner and i love you aroaces who are single. i love you aroaces who never had sex and those who did. i love you aroaces who felt like they werent aroace enough to use those labels. i love you aroaces whos spectrum isnt represented a lot. i love you aroaces who had/have crushes and who never did. i love you aroaces who like romantic and/or sexual media and who feel overwhelmed by the amount of it everywhere. i love you aroaces who have kids and those who dont. i love you aroaces who have multiple labels outside of aroace and those who only describe themselves as aroace. idc. i love aroace people.

rabbitrah

I think it's important to remember that every single religion can be twisted for violence and oppression and abuse and control. Yes, including the one that you think can't be. But quickly, before anti-theists start saying that religion is an inherently evil violence accelerant, remember that this is true for any ideology, including anti-theism. Violence and oppression and abuse and control happens wherever there are people who think that those things will help them get what they want.

sunderwight

Thinking about how Luke basically saves the galaxy with heartfelt diplomacy, and Leia gets to strangle a Tatooine crime lord to death with a giant chain, and given their respective backgrounds probably no one would have correctly guessed which of them would go on to do which deed.

icantspellthings

Top 3 things people love insisting they don't have despite it being impossible

Pronouns

An accent

Bias

silliestflowergirl

4. uno

notmonaca

i don't have it i got the oldest xbox known to man

tj-crochets

My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember” And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out” I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”

tj-crochets

Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, it’s 1/3, not ½

tj-crochets

I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!” So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess? *if you want an honorary grandma, that is

tj-crochets

Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone

tj-crochets

Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!

tj-crochets

An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month

tj-crochets

Happy pride month!!

tj-crochets

Another grandma story for all my new cousins: Last week she discovered that if she stands on her porch and says “kitty kitty kitty” towards the forest she can summon a raccoon

That’s not really pride related, I just thought y'all would appreciate knowing she has raccoon-summoning powers lol

azaablue

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

spiltspit

Happy pride to my fellow aro & ace homies ! ⚔️

yorgen-sh

blumineck

Archery x flower arranging

This was actually really fun!

Anyway, don’t forget I’m still raising money to test a bunch of things in a suit of armour:

Blumineck is trying to fun a video series doing fun and serious historical and fantasy testing in fitted plate armour.

opera-ghost

dykes-who-stitch

Meadow realising she's accidentally been knitting with twisted stitches the entire time. Girl it's okay I did the exact same thing

A tip for English knitters when working flat: when purling, ensure you are throwing/flicking OVER the needle rather than UNDER. I don't know about you, but I thought it was "quicker" to purl this way for a WHILE only to realise it was twisting every purl row.

yarnandink

Hey so fun fact, throwing the yarn under the needles to purl is a legitimate method! It's called Eastern purl, and it results in a tighter, neater purl stitch that uses less yarn.

But it does mean that the stitches are mounted backwards, which means that on the next row (or round) you have to remember to work the back loop of each stitch. Incorporating standard knit stitches with Eastern purl stitches is called combination knitting.

I'd been knitting for nearly 12 years before discovering the combination method, and my flat-knit stockinette is so much neater and faster now! I no longer have to go down one or two needle sizes for my purls to match my knits!

So yes, just sharing that throwing yarn under the needle to purl is perfectly valid, and you can avoid unwanted stitch twist by working the next row of stitches through the back loop.

iplaywithstring

Combination knitting also comes with the ability to confuse most knitters who watch what you're doing.

woolenhumpbackwhale

I understand the basics of knitting and then I come across a post like this and go "huh" like the absolute newbie I am.

ninaheta

Happy Pride!

fellshish

reading other comments on the fic you’ve just commented on is like. asynchronous book club meeting 🫶

finnglas

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

finnglas

I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.

finnglas

oh no is this what we’re doing now

finnglas

…relic…

*crumbles and blows away on the wind*

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.