ever since i started in academia i've loved hashtag introducing myself . let's all go in a circle and say our names, pronouns, majors, and our opinions on ronald reagan. i'll go first!
name: mal or malice! ✨
pronouns: they/them/theirs, xe/xem/xyrs, it/its
majors: ba in english (creative writing emphasis) and spanish, with a minor in chicane/latine studies; mfa in poetry (in progress)
opinions on ronald reagan: his grave is a gender neutral bathroom
some of my attributes
in my 20s
white USAmerican (#sorry) (#hatethiscountry)
low support needs autistic, mentally ill, and disabled
digital/traditional artist, typically of humanoid characters
i'm a poet and i do, apparently, know it
my special interests include (but are not limited to): poetry, literary analysis, the mountain goats (band), ghost (band), aviation accidents, tornadoes, nuclear disasters, particle physics, minecraft, stardew valley, dungeons and dragons, dropout.tv, cats, goats, animals wearing tiny hats, outer space, & more
i believe in a free palestine, congo, sudan, tibet, ukraine, great plains, etc.; every land that has been colonized or occupied should have control returned to its people
some attributes of this blog
it's like 99% reblogs over here
me reblogging a post without comment does not always mean i fully agree with opinions shared within it
that said, i will often reblog things that have to do with my political beliefs, especially as they relate to action items in current events
i don't tag most things except: #when sad, #poetry, #reference (something useful), #writing ref, #art ref, #drawing ref, #srb (self-reblog), #mal.txt (original/personal text post), #mal.png (original/personal image post)
i will add content warning tags where appropriate (e.g. #transmisogyny, #antiblackness, #suicide mention, #nudity, #nsfw) but sometimes i forget
other places to find me
my art blog: @nulviya (ooo u wanna look at my art sooo bad oooo)
my (rather inactive) bluesky: @nuviya.bsky.social
okayyy that's probably it. thanks for reading xoxo
it’s pride month! being proud is hard a lot of the time, but you deserve to be proud! you are alive, and i want you to stay that way. you are part of the world. the world is beautiful because you are part of it. the world is kind because you are part of it. the world will get better because you are part of it.
this is so funny bc on the one hand what the fuck are we doing tumblr. like you cannot be serious you're censoring entirely sfw concepts bc sometimes people ALSO involve it in fetish stuff? but on the other hand. i was in fact searching it in hopes of finding porn so you do have me there technically i can't lie
I do think the post that's like "when they torture you to insanity and then torture you for being insane 😂🤣" is one of the most succinct and foundational analyses of interpersonal violence and conflict that had ever been written
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
Funniest tags (and I mean this with no animosity) you can get on OC art is “I don’t go here”. Like *takes long drag out of cigarette and stares into the middle distance in deep contemplation* does anyone…..
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