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“Do Dead Malls Go To Heaven?”
Experimented a bit with a new way of detailing the tiles. Kinda like it? This particular piece took a hell of a lot of work. I’d love if you shared the vibes it’s giving off, for research purposes 💖
For tonight, I’m sleeping exactly where I did when I was Andy. If I have to have my head in this beautifully haunted world, I want it to be in my happy place again for a moment.
I hate that Rolling has a “no replaying a character” rule. I’d pay double to play Andy again someday.
"going out to get milk" is a common turn of phrase used to describe a man abandoning his family.
the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.
this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.
therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:
- being a cow
- being an almond
- being a woman
- being a coconut
- being in the omegaverse
- being an oat
(list is exemplary and not finite)
in this essay, i will redefine the nuclear family and explain the seductive and inflammatory nature of the 1993 "Got Milk?" commercials.
you shut your mouth.
I think the reason why panic at the disco didnt age as well is you listen to all these catchy songs as a middle schooler but then you go out into the world and try a shot of liquor or have sex or go dancing and see a drag queen somewhere and youre like oh okay cool and suddenly a 17 year old recently-ex mormon's approximations of those things just dont have the same kick. My chemical romance on the other hand? I've never met a vampire so idk. I think they got most things right though.
i’ll be real, kitten, daddy needs multiple wealthy and powerful folks to die in a painful, drawn-out, and generationally humiliating manner
Harry du Bois would say this.
also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell
"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s
reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3
You're not a revolutionary, Harry. You're drunk.
I think the reason I still enjoy tumblr is that even though this all still pisses me off, I know that anything that makes me mad on here is 100% earnest. It's not ragebait or engagement farming, y'all are actually just that stupid sometimes
A trans man making a post about his oppression (whether or not he uses "transandrophobia") doesn't automatically mean he's making a statement on male privilege, if he's "more oppressed" than other trans people, or if he can weaponize transmisogyny. And to go onto these posts just to berate and condescend some random guy about how he does experience oppression, but not that kind, and put words into his mouth about things he wasn't commentating on just makes you look like a transphobe who doesn't want a vulnerable minority talking about the oppression they face.
Also a lot of you are equating "male privilege" to "can weaponize transmisogyny". So when a trans man tells you he doesn't have male privilege (true, because systemic male privilege is given to a very narrow group, and no non-passing trans man will ever have male privilege. Some passing + stealthing trans men might get conditional male privilege) you take that to mean him saying that he can't weaponize transmisogyny and/or that he is the most oppressed trans group. Which is not what he is saying, and shows a lack of understanding of what systemic male privilege actually is and entails.
Btw this same logic applies for transfems, nonbinary, and intersex people talking about their oppression. If you take someone talking about their oppression to be a statement of belief that wasn't stated, and you then go to their post to berate them about how stupid/ignorant/uneducated they are, you're just transphobic. Let people talk about the oppression they face without "well actually"ing them.
I think some of you see manhood/womanhood/girlhood/boyhood as an identity more than an experience. Rather than seeing it as something that's a result of upbringing, stereotypes, expectations, and community; it's a result of choice and identity. This is why you see trans people talking about their whatever-hood as misgendering---if it's an identity, it should match their current gender.
This isn't to say that these can't be chosen and used as an identity. But for some (and I would argue most) trans people, these are just something that happened (and/or are currently happening) against their will. Whether the person still feels a connection to them is a different story. For a lot of people, it was a significant portion of their life. Rewriting it would be forgetting the sense of joy and community, as well as the pain of being forced into a child/adulthood you don't want.
We are getting to a point where I will say socialization (a word that was originally in this post, but that I removed) and y'all immediately jump to gendered socialization rather than like, literally the people you socialized with. I removed it because, after a comment about "well if you talk about gendered socialization you'll sound like a terf," I realized it was being misinterpreted. I literally meant who you hung out and socialized with.
I am so unbelievably tired of seeing TMA/TME being treated like transfeminist praxis or as anything other than exclusionary and reductive. It’s simply ineffective at everything positive it claims to be made for.
Even IF it wasn’t used to be disparaging towards anyone not a perisex binary trans woman or fem, there are better words (transfeminized, for example) to describe the people targeted by transmisogyny or how people assumed to be transfem are treated, without (pt: without) creating a binary that makes claims on other people’s experiences, makes suffering synonymous with trans identity, forces people to disclose their identity, refusing to acknowledge nuance, implying large groups of people are inherently oppressors, or downplaying other forms of oppression.
I have repeatedly seen people called TME just for disliking the terms, even those who are trans women. It’s transparently a way to describe an in-group/out-group. Any use they have is a facade. The moment there’s an “acceptable” group to wish violence and death upon, people will make excuses to put anyone they dislike into that group.
Put these terms down and leave them in the dust, and accept your fellow trans person. You don’t have to like every person ever, or even anybody, but you HAVE to treat them with basic decency. No one is less important than you.
Re: "I have repeatedly seen people called TME just for disliking the terms, even those who are trans women."
I was called/assumed TME because, and I quote, "only tmes whinge so fucking much about tme/tma...and [TMA people] also don't obsessively whine and cry about it if they don't want to use the term, ofc you're tme"
I would like to note that I haven't, and will never, reveal if I'm transmisogynized/transfeminized on this blog. I don't want to get caught up in the "you can't criticize x if you're x" shit from either side of the discourse. I only have two boundaries on my blog: be kind, and don't assume you know anything about me.
So, yeah. At this point it isn't based on anything (I haven't spoken about any personal experiences with transmisogyny, intentionally, so there's literally no way to know if I'm "affected" or "exempt"). People are just picking and choosing who they want to be "TME" vs "TMA". Also because apparently no transfem ever hates on TME/TMA language.
Don’t go where I can’t follow…
It's fun when the robot character in the sci-fi show gets cut in half because nobody working on this type of media knows anything about robotics and you never know what you're going to find inside. Green printed circuit boards? Meat and viscera, but like in a weird colour? Just a shitload of goo?
I especially like it when the robot appears to have realistic musculature which operates via contraction, suggesting some sort of fluid-driven or shape-memory-based actuation, and then it gets dismembered and a bunch of random gears and sprockets go flying everywhere.
You're a sci-fi robot who just got cut in half by the Big Bad (don't worry, you'll get better). What's inside you?
Printed circuit boards (blinking lights optional)
Gears and sprockets
Endless bundles of wire
Some sort of translucent crystal
Meat and viscera in a weird colour
Random geometric shapes
The cut is mirror-smooth, like I was one solid mass of metal
It looks like... car parts?
I'm actually mostly hollow
Just a shitload of milky goo
Other (specify)
Cheese sandwich
I like to think my engineers foresaw the likelihood of my bisection and designed a clean break point with that in mind, leaving a small compartment filled with confetti
and, look, I’m not complaining, not at all, but this is why it’s very important to be abundantly clear and specific with your Etsy witch.
If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
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