hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.
i wrote this post with happy tears in my eyes sitting in a parking lot after getting coffee for 3 hours with someone i did youth shakespeare with when we were teenagers and hadn't seen in 15 years, in which time we both transitioned, got into nerd shit, found a job that feels good, found people to spend our gay little lives with, and coincidentally moved to the same city. this is exactly how it felt. never ever ever kill yourself
“but what if you abort the baby who’ll cure cancer?!” sir the baby who will cure cancer is an organic chemistry major who works at a Home Depot because you use AI to go through your resumes
"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops." - Stephen Jay Gould, The Panda's Thumb: More Reflections in Natural History
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
Step 2: feet shoulder width apart (if at toilet have shins/knees touching or right in front of bowl) with pants down far enough to allow that (down to knees for me)
Step 3: hook fingers on either side of tdick and pull back to the sides
Step 4: jut hips out forward a bit but not too far, kinda aim urethra with your fingers (hard to explain sry)
Step 5: piss. Adjust aim if necessary.
As with every unfamiliar stp method, I recommend trying in the shower until you have a good enough feel for it to not piss your pants or all over the floor.
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
Cursed be the one who announced to my father:
“It’s a boy!"...
...How could he twist the course of the stars so much?
How could he have erred so in his astrology?
A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him
For he foolishly transformed justice to poison
He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman...
...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven
who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water...
...Who would then transform me from a man to woman?
Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say?
why cry or be bitter?
If my father in heaven has decreed upon me
and has maimed me with an immutable deformity
then I do not wish to remove it.
the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure
and for which no comfort can be found.
So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground.
Since I have learned from our tradition
that we bless both, the good and the bitter
I will bless in a voice hushed and weak:
blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude
Just some personal thoughts about the GO3 ending and my current state.
I posted this on Insta:
I feel tired. So very very tired.
There were a lot of people who came to my DMs and tried to comfort me, which I am really grateful for! And I am happy that so many of you found a bit of peace and a safe place within my comics and encourage me that it's in our hands now to create more stories with our ineffable husbands and that technically aaaaall stories are canon now.
And I know it sounds childish to say "No, I only want the canon events with the actors on screen!" but I am just so tired of the "artists and writers will fix it / come up with alternative endings where they are happy".
Why is it always our job to pick up the shards and put them back together or fill in the gaps that were left empty?
The reason why I fell in love with GO and got into the fandom was because of season 2. Season 1 was great but I protected myself bc I thought it is another queerbaiting show and I didn't want to invest my heart into those wonderful characters because it happened all the time. (I am not saying GO a queerbaiting show, it was just what I thought back then as an outstander who didn't dig deeper into the material)
But with season 2 it clearly, obviously showed the love theme and there was the whole build up with the kiss. It was clearly, unmistakenly there and I was so happy to see that in canon with my very own eyes. Not just symbolic things or sub-text. It was THERE.
But now it is back to "if you squint hard enough, AziraCrow is real". Season 2 just feels like a red herring for me now.
I do respect that this was Terry's idea of how to end the story and I am happy for the people who see all this beauty in the bittersweet ending and say it's perfect for them.
All I can see is that my comfort characters died, without a proper heart to heart, with an unresolved ending. All they are and all they achieved is just gone.
I read so many positive takes on it in hope to see what they see in the ending with "if you squint hard enough the snowglobe is maybe their little pocket universe" or "that could be interpreted as x/y".
That is the whole point what destroys me. Now we are just back to ✨imagination✨, fanwork and "squinting hard enough at details".
I am happy for Asa and Anthony, but for me Aziraphale and Crowley are gone.
Not sure what that means for me and all my own unresolved stories I had for GO, and I wish I could be the bandage to fix some of the cracks in your heart, but currently I don't even know how to fix my own one.
justice for good omens jesus he was amazing and I loved him so much. He had an amazing set up as a character just to immediately disappear in thin air without having any purpose in the plot 💔 I love you jesus
im so sorry but i feel like some of us are sleeping on the “why give me crowley, why make me complete and then take it away” line a bit too much cause aziraphale said that to god ?? in her face ??
an angel, whose purpose is to serve and devote themselves to god, who can’t love anything more than them. an angel saying that he feels complete not only by another being (which is already huge) but by a demon !!!
i can’t imagine a greater love confession, not from aziraphale, who always tried—even forced himself—to have faith in god’s plan and intentions, to serve her blindly and to be on her side and her side only.
aziraphale, who barely dared to speak to her when asked, now standing his ground at the boundaries of a universe that already ceased to exist, with nothing left to lose, and nothing left to fight for. speaking up for himself, blaming god for his own misery, for creating someone so perfect for him but never letting him live that love openly and freely. they spent 6000 years dancing around each other, pretending they weren’t an us, because he couldn’t go against the ineffable plan, against his purpose as an angel, against god. meanwhile, god didn’t care at all.
and now here they are, god, satan, aziraphale and his other half, one step away from eternal nothingness, from complete and cruel erasure. and here he is, this angel who in his lord’s face confesses his love and devotion to the one who actually inspired him, who showed him what pure kindness and selfless, unconditional and stubborn love really look like. not the almighty herself, but crowley. the best of god’s angels according to aziraphale, and probably the one who was hurt by her the most.
crowley completes aziraphale, he makes him feel whole. and in the end, crowley is the one aziraphale chose
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