•Finnish •03 (18+) - Header from my grandma - Exclusionists, radfems, gender criticals and other transphobes DNI and explode instantly. Neopronouns and Xenogenders are cool af and valid
Moi! I'm Elvis / E but you're free to suggest me new names. If you're more unsure/unfamiliar you can just call me Morso (tai jos oot suomalainen lol). I like horror (and bugs) and sparkly things. You can ask to tag but be mindful that my memory has it's limits (I use #trigger instead of #tw trigger, unless it's something specific)
Ask me to use tone indicators if you need them! Although I may not know all of them. I also might occasionally use finnish words or sentences every so often amongst my English, you're free to ask me to translate (or just Google them haha)
My gender is a painful topic. You can ask me how I'd like to be referred to. You can use he/him and any neos for me, but my faves are it/its, Hen/hens and e/er/ers/erself, although my preferences might fluctuate. Don't refer to me as they/them. I edit this post every now and then
Art blog: @grokebaby
Oc help/prompt blog: @creation-help
Tag stuff
#my thoughts - pretty self explanatory. If I'm saying something I feel is more thoroughly thought out or make a post I feel is important or just Long I use this.
#morso puhuu - default tag for almost all original posts.
#morso hyrisee - for some whatever posts, likely song lyrics that are stuck in my brain, interesting words or other similar. Equivalent to me verbally stimming.
#morsos plushie roster - original plush posting
#tagged for me - self explanatory
#Suomeksi - in finnish
#Bird tag - self explanatory (<3)
#Fish tag - self explanatory (<3) (may contain other wet beasts)
#niceties - talking about things to be happy about. Like a list for myself
#fav mons - Pokémon Art that features my favourites, or that I happen to wanna look at later
#Qued - my queue that I've hoarded for like three years
#(saved post) - self explanatory
#videos of ever - videos that are definitely the of all time
#fridge door - cool art :) (you may also check out #art tag)
CHARACTERS I KEEP TAGS FOR:
#morsos headcanons - you get it
#My Frommies - me screaming crying or rambling about my beloved fixation on the show From by mgm
#Arcee (transformers)
#elita 1 / elita one (transformers)
#bulkhead (transformers)
#airachnid / #black arachnia (transformers)
#optimus prime (transformers)
#megatron (transformer)
#megop (transformers)
#Goldenflower (warrior cats)
#Silverstream (warrior cats)
#Gourmand (rain world)
#smallear (warrior cats)
#jasper (Steven universe)
#pearl (Steven universe)
#yellow diamond (Steven universe)
#Garfield (Garfield)
#Sakura miku (miku)
#shadow (shadow the hedgehog)
#maxwell (don't starve together)
#mami tomoe (pmmm)
#jesus (jesus christ from the bible)
#all might (Hero academia)
#eternalberry (cookie run kingdom)
#dark cacao (cookie run kingdom)
#pure vanilla (cookie run kingdom)
#berdly (deltarune)
#carol holiday (deltarune)
#queen (deltarune)
This is because I like them and if you see cool stuff about them feel free to tag me. Parenthesis for clarification, not part of how I tag them
Fuck rainbow capitalism and all, but the fact that everywhere around me is ignoring pride in it's entirety in favor of fifa and fourth of july is not making me feel great either.
Relax your grip, lady. No one's taking that thing away from you. (No one else wants it.)
If Jocosa were asked this question by someone in-universe (9/10 uncomfortable, especially here in her younger years) she would give the answer of "being in the family way again would not be medically advisable." That is truth-adjacent, but not the whole truth. As she says, questions surrounding her fertility followed her for years, through side-eyes from her peers; glances of pity by her staff; through exhortations and excoriations from her husband and father and mother.
Jocosa wasn't deluded--she knew why her strange, singular spawn was considered unacceptable. Years prior, even she'd have agreed that she was duty-bound to produce progeny. That was the girl that married a contemptible man at the behest of her father for the good of the bloodline. Despite pressure from those same men to submit herself to more pregnancies, for the first time, Jocosa refused their demands.
She'd never have dreamed of such rebellion in her youth. But coming into womanhood--or, perhaps, the nights enduring the humiliation of the marital bed, the years spent sick and suffering through futile pregnancies and miscarriages and stillbirths, and the months caring for the infant the family doctor told her would die (would be better off dead)--changed her. She developed resentment, spite, a thirst for power of her own and, most surprisingly, a deep affection for her wretched little whelp. Though her body had recoiled at the thing growing inside it and vomited him up prematurely, he still clung to life and to her, loyally obeying her desperate, whispered orders to stay alive just one day more. He had stayed by her side when none of her other offspring could and none of her family cared to, and she'd stay by his.
Death hadn't claimed him, and her family didn't claim him. Her son--her family's legacy--was therefore hers to shape, and hers alone.
So many people hate their own body so much and are so casually fatphobia toward themself and the thing is, when you're not, when you've healed yourself enough that you can look at yourself and say "my body is just a body that does body things" it becomes nearly impossible to be around people who openly hate their bodies. It feels like they're flinging their muck all over you, and you gotta shake yourself out so it doesn't stick. And misery really does love company. They'll talk about how fat they are and how they can't eat this or that or wear certain clothes or cut their hair short, and they want you to lament with them. And you gotta not, okay? You gotta not. You gotta walk away from that shit.
And you HAVE to pay attention to the things you say about your own body in front of other people, lest you become the person flinging your muck onto others.
in case anyone hasn't said it today, you're doing enough. Even if you're just surviving, even if you just woke up and didn't get out of bed today, even if you think you're doing the bare minimum. you're doing the best you can, and that's enough.
I'm telling you; the time allotted for rest and the time allotted for relaxation should not come out of the same bucket.
I would like to do a low key enjoyable activity for my own benefit, but god fucking damn it. I need to sleep. Eyes need to be shut. honk shu mimimi. I do not get to relax because I only ever get to rest.
Still honestly kinda laughing at realizing that despite TERFs insisting they're "mean feminists who couldn't care less what men want or need" they still preach again and again how men are stronger than women, and we all need to live in constant terror of every single man and never challenge them or even accept that we can do something about this other than cower and hide, and like. Bestie you are not a mean feminist. You're a misogynist actually, you believe in male supremacy even if you claim not to, and it's honestly pathetic.
I just don't think you should be labled a "mean feminist" if you think walking into traffic is preferable to sharing an elevator with a man. Is it really mean feminism to refuse to get in an uber with a male driver you don't know? Because I really cannot fathom what on earth you think feminism is, because it is not this.
"I'm a mean feminist! I don't care what men want!!" says the lady who's giving misogynistic men literally everything they want, namely a world where they never have to see another woman existing in a space they think should be for men exclusively.
