first off all, if you followed me for DPxDC, or any of my other mass reblog things, those can and will continue! but they'll be on my (soon to be) new sideblog:
@meltedgalliumreblogs
if you're here for interacting with me, or finding out things that i've actually done, look no further!
Second of all, I am going to be posting horny shit! kink shit! and similar! so if you are under 18, please don't! but i am not your mom, so i have no say in what you do. except for you Johnathen, and I better see you home by curfew.
old tags:
#my shit
this was an old tag for posts I actually made
#vent
as the name implies, its a vent tag.
new tags:
#gallium yaps
this is my new things i made tag, whenever I'm adding somthing in the main works, it'll go here!
#metal bits
this is my tag for whenever i'm doing a character or a bit
#this onez funny
this is the tag for things that I find funny enough to go on the main blog, but that I don't have enough to add to.
#nemesis <3
this is my tag for whenever i'm trying to get back at Grey for what it did to me in the boop war. Find her at @yetanothergreyjedi
#gallium melts
this is the horny tag. enter at your own risk.
#gallium swirls
Hypno tag! While not explicitly horny, there is some overlap between this an the previous.
#melting
this is the new venting tag, feel free to ignore if that isnt for you!
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
Only a general women's movement has the power to liberate trans women, but only a union of trans women organized within such a movement has the power to ensure that it does liberate trans women. Likewise, only a proletarian socialist movement has the power to liberate women in general, but only a general union of women organized within the proletarian movement has the power to ensure that it does liberate women.
As an oppressed people, we cannot rely on the privileged classes to discover our own interests, but as a minority we also cannot rely on our independent forces to overthrow such powerful systems. A strategic alliance of all oppressed people's is needed to build socialism, whilst autonomous unions of oppressed people are needed to protect ourselves and advocate for our interests within the coalition.
Do not mistake the failures of particular movements in the US for an indication of the general impossibility of such a strategic alliance. The reactionary hegemony is a temporary phenomenon, whilst class struggle is the permanent condition of class society. No movement will appear if we don't build it, but history is on our side.
rumi sings to her plants everyday while she tends to them. sometimes its a real song, sometimes its a song shes coming up with on the spot, sometimes shes just humming at them.
its a routine she never really strays from. even when sick, or injured, she insists on going out and taking care of them, and no matter how hoarse her voice is, she sings.
one day, when shes around 33, she has an audience of one. she doesnt realize shes being watched, nor does she realize it for the several days afterwards she continues to be watched.
in fact, its not until three weeks later, when she nears her balcony and hears a noise from outside, that she realizes anyone else has been coming out there at all.
when she goes outside, she sees her daughter, jihae. the noise is her singing. her voice is fine, but shes only 3, and she has no volume control, so its loud and a bit cacophonous. she’s holding rumi’s watering can in her hands, and it looks MASSIVE in them.
she’s singing nonsense earbleedingly loud, and she’s watering the plants a tad too much (although, for a three year old, it’s surprisingly close to the accurate amount she needs to water them, showing just how closely she’s been observing rumi), but rumi smiles and only slightly winces when her voice goes VERY sharp and when her daughter puts way too much water in one of them
she watches for another minute or so before jihae turns and sees her mother, and jumps. “mama! i was just-“
rumi laughs. “taking care of the plants for me? thank you, jiji.” she steps forward and gently takes the watering can from her daughter, before placing it on the ground and kneeling in front of her.
jihae wrings her hands nervously, and despite how much she looks like mira, with her eyes and brown hair, her cheeks and chin, her disposition and constant need for physical affection all inherited from the dancer, in that moment she looks so much like zoey that rumi’s heart soars at the sight of the daughter she gave birth to resembling both of her loves so perfectly
“ive been watching you,” the little girl admits remorsefully.
rumi places a hand on her daughters freckled cheek. “yeah?”
she nods. “it…looked nice. taking care of the plants.” the s in “plants” was elongated; jihae had inherited zoeys slight speech impediment.
“you were singing, too. did that also look nice?”
jihae nods again. “plus, you did it every time you took care of them, so it must be important, right?”
rumi kisses her forehead. “it is. singing to your plants can help them grow.”
jihae bites her lips, a move she recognizes as her own when shes contemplating something but doesnt know how to ask.
rumi decides to ask for her, “did you wanna help, jiji? i have so many plants, but so little time to take care of them all.” its not entirely untrue. she has an entire greenhouse on the roof of the building that she takes care of after the ones on her balcony. “i could really use the help.”
jihae looks up at her w excitement. “really?”
“mhm. i can teach you how to take care of all the plants, how much water they need, how much sun they need, even how to rehabilitate them when they need it.”
jihae tilts her head. “whats rebuildate?”
rumi chuckles. she probably shouldnt have used a word that big for her three year old. “rehabilitate. its when someone or something is sick, and you help it get better.”
jihaes eyes widen in surprise and a bit of horror. “plants can get sick?”
“they can.”
“do they start coughing and getting snot everywhere?” jihaes nose wrinkled in disgust.
rumi laughed, kissing her daughters cheek a few times just to release the overwhelming affection she felt in that moment.
about two months ago, hani, jihaes younger (by about 5 minutes) sister had had a nasty cold. in order to keep hani from passing it on, jihae and aeri, rumis eldest daughter (by about 2 hours), had to be kept separated from their sister, and had only caught glimpses of her throughout the duration of the week she was sick. they’d probably only seen her coughing and stuffed up and thought it was just gross, which was a relief.
(rumi and her wives had had a much worse time of it. hani’s cold had left her shivering, pale, and clammy. she wheezed painfully for most of that week, and there’d been a terrible, anxiety filled moment where rumi was terrified she would die, although she hadnt said it aloud. theyd spent most of it by her side, feeding her and giving her medicine, and cradling her in their arms until she fell into a restless sleep.
when she’d finally recovered, she went back to her normal, healthy self within days, much to the utter relief of her parents.)
“it wont have snot like nini did, although some plants do get a little…gross, when theyre not feeling well. but plants can get sick, and they can better, just like nini!” she pets jihaes hair.
“woah. and you can teach me how to help them get better?” the little girl looks up at her mother hopefully.
“i can. just follow my lead, and youll be an expert in no time!” rumi stands up and begins showing her daughter each plant, explaining what they were, how to care for them, and how long to water them for. she does the same up in the greenhouse afterwards.
the entire time jihae watches in and listens in utter fascination, excited to learn everything she can.
a few days later, rumi comes back home with a few small plants, all of which are of ill-health. mira and zoey tease her about it, “really ru, more new plants?” although she can tell they’re only joking. she explains to them why shes brought them home (to teach jihae how to take care of sick plants) and they brighten as they realize their daughter has a new hobby she can do with her mother (at this point, jihae has also shown an interest in dancing, although her little three year old legs are uncoordinated, and animals, although she still gets certain species mixed up, so now she has an interest she shares with all three of her mothers).
johae does nurse those plants back to health, eventually. when she realizes how much better theyve gotten, she gets so excited she squeals and jumps around, singing louder than she’s ever sung before
rumis routine is now spent with company, at first teaching her the ropes, and then, over time, as jihaes learns, done in tandem. jihae names each of the plants when she’s little, and rumi sticks labels on each of them to remember “who’s who”.
they make a schedule for when each of them will take each of the plants, so that they never overlap. they sing together, forming their own songs on the spot (zoey walks outside to listen to them once and teases them that they may very take over her job as songwriter soon. rumi kisses her and says “never, sweetheart” while jihae fake gags in the background at the sight of her parents physical affection). jihaes singing gets better all the time.
now, when rumis sick, she doesn’t get up to take care of the plants, because jihae has it all covered. she also takes care of them whenever her parents are away.
eventually, when jihae and her sisters move out (which mira and zoey both spend the entire process of moving them out wailing loudly about), rumi gives her some plants to bring with her. theyre the ones jihae nursed back to health all those years ago. she knows their names by heart by now, the labels long since faded. rumi wishes farewell to each plant, kissing a leaf on each of them goodbye, and singing a short song for them, before she tearfully looks up, and sees jihaes face wet with tears. she kisses her daughters forehead, and wishes her farewell too.
(rumis daughters visit their parents and younger siblings every week. jihae greets each of the plants by name every time. rumi does the same at her daughters’ new home when they visit them. she also calls every new plant jihae gets “a new grandchild!”)
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
Posting my references for Sandra together on new account! Featuring her emotional support cat, Bella.
Sandra is a grounded social butterfly, thriving in a web of creative friendships while she toils away at her graphic design day job and aspirations in the local fine arts scene.
Bonus: listen to the five albums featured on her character sheet here
okay I love using like, Fine Art as examples to help my students understand what I'm talking about, and like I think it's important for them to see different art styles and techniques and stuff in context, but. like. I've never seen a room of 6th graders more engaged than when I put a Takis bag on the projector and asked what color harmony they thought it was.
I find it fascinating how trans women's experiences so closely align with cis women who've faced similar(ish) kinds of trauma
Cis women who grew up in deeply misogynistic households, where the open expression of femininity was mocked and ridiculed, where they were forced into masculine behavior in order to avoid scrutiny -- we have a unique closeness to the transfem experience
When women are shut out from girlhood, we often find refuge in intellectual pursuits because it's the one way we can gain a semblance of respect from our male counterparts while also creating distance from typical expressions of masculinity
We sense that something is wrong with us, and we turn inward to find answers to what that thing is -- disabled women, autistic women, we can identify with this experience
So we study, analyze, question, and develop a deep sense of self awareness that tends to just harm us in the long run because we can't have a single thought without running it through a million subroutines
Women who were never allowed to just be, all have something to learn from trans women
now now i know we hate pjackk but if were getting serious here it WAS a character sideblog run by a transfem & i genuinely have to assume thats why pjackk was banned in the first place. i hope we all know this is another case of staff nuking a popular transfem blogger & not just like "lol pjackk got killed because he sucks"
frankly its a little bit crazy that the character sideblog is getting more attention than milk5 who is the real human person who got all her blogs banned & reinstated & banned again within the day. we need to get a little bit serious i think
i generally believe that autism is a neutral condition that cannot and should not be "cured", but i recently accidentally purchased some chinese mushroom soup that completely cured my mushroom aversion and so far this has only had a positive effect on my life
Yes it did. I just let it slide because I was taught that I'm "too sensitive" anytime something bothered me. But now I'm finally standing up for myself.
"You never struggled with this when you were a kid."
Yes I did. I just burned myself out in order to do it so I wouldn't be punished. But now I'm accepting myself enough to not force myself to do what I was never meant to do.
"You didn't have these problems when you were younger."
Yes, I did. I just spent my child/teen years with structured institutions like school while not having to worry about whether I had a roof over my head or food to eat and spent my early adult years using up every bit of adrenaline I will ever have to ignore the fact that I've been chronically burnt out my whole life.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
