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id tell you my name but you wouldn’t believe me

[nervous-youngman]

“we need updated ones” careful what you wish for

[nervous-youngman]

me every day this week tbh

[nervous-youngman]

i really respect dan and phil’s openness in this new era and even though i didnt personally feel entitled to information about their personal lives i feel like a lot about their pre-rebrand life has been explained and im glad they don’t have to stress about it so much anymore. but as much as i respect that decision they still haven’t addressed my main concern which is why tf they had to be shirtless under this

[nervous-youngman]

now im starting a conspiracy that dan and phil have actually broken up but they dont want to sacrifice their brand so they’re just pretending to live together #theydidnttouch

[nervous-youngman]

thought of this immediately

[nervous-youngman]

shit don’t mind if i do

[nervous-youngman]

see i think i would like some of panic at the disco’s music but i cant get past the fact i can tell its brendan urie singing. he’s like the lin manuel miranda of the pop punk scene

[theinternetarchive]

great films available on the internet archive part two

first post + the archive collection with all of them

la haine (1995) dir. mathieu kassovitz

carnival of souls (1962) dir. herk harvey

andrei tarkovsky's filmography

a nightmare on elm st. (1984) dir wes craven

possession (1981) dir. andrzej źuławski

the silence of the lambs (1991) dir. jonathan demme

safe (1995) dir. todd haynes

psycho (1960) dir. alfred hitchcock

cops (1922) dir. buster keaton

sherlock jr (1924) dir. buster keaton

when harry met sally... (1989) dir. rob rainer

the bride of frankenstein (1935) dir. james whale

man with a movie camera (1927) dir. dziga vertov

coffee and cigarettes (2003) dir. jim jarmusch

m (1931) dir. fritz lang

it happened one night (1934) dir. frank capra

casablanca (1942) dir. michael curtiz

purple noon (1960) dir. rene clement

carrie (1976) dir. brian de palma

eraserhead (1977) dir. david lynch

they live (1988) dir. john carpenter

female trouble (1974) dir. john waters

do the right thing (1989) dir. spike lee

wings (1927) dir. william a wellman

fallen angels (1995) dir. wong kar wai

velvet goldmine (1998) dir. todd haynes

black panthers (1968) dir. agnes varda

american psycho (2000) dir. mary harron

the manchurian candidate (1962) dir. john frankenheimer

girlfriends (1978) dir. claudia weill

more to come ♡ glad you all like movies.

[nervous-youngman]

CALL ME A T BOY. THE WAY IM ON T

[nervous-youngman]

CALL ME A T BOY. THE WAY IM STARTING T

[nervous-youngman]

ive got my ap literature exam on the same day as the gender clinic appointment I waited months for 😀 im failing this shitttt

[troutreznor]

Tumblr's 101 Favorite Films

this is just what i casually observed as the overlap between popular tumblr users top 100/150 lists how many characters does this thing

I did 20 popular tumblr users' "Top 100/150 Movies" listicles and compiled the top 101 that reoccur frequently <3

how many have you watched?

none of them...

1 - 10

11 - 20

21 - 30

31 - 40

41 - 50

51 - 60

61 - 70

71 - 80

81 - 90

91 - 100

all of them!

Voting ended onApr 3, 2025

[nervous-youngman]

i am genuinely getting fucking ghosted by the gender clinic. I’ve been bounced back and fourth like 20 times. it’s been months since i turned 18 and tried to get transferred here. waited 1 month for establishment appointment. another month for psych eval intake appointment. got approved for testosterone. great! they said they were gonna send me an email within “a few days.” did not attempt to contact me for a month. called while i was on a job site and couldn’t pick up. didn’t leave a message. called my mom and left a message saying hey you can make an appointment now! ok great. called insurance. asked to be transferred to clinic’s number. called the hrt extension. bounced back to insurance main office. number to call back didn’t work. called main office again. transferred again. chose main inquiry line this time. no one there. called main office again, asked if anyone there could make me an appointment. what clinic is that again? what are you trying to do? oh it needs to be in person? I don’t know how to do that. I can leave a message though. they should contact you within 2 business days. oh? do they have all your contact info correctly? yeah. they do. they just haven’t contacted you. (2 more weeks later) called clinic hrt line again. bounced back to main office. called main inquiry line again. bounced back to main office. talked to 2 different people in main office. neither knew how to make an appointment. confirmed the clinic had not responded to messages. insisted on calling themselves. obviously no answer. “I don’t know, I’ll try sending another message. when should you hear back? 2 business days. then should you try calling again? yeah sure. they should answer by then though.” well lads. it’s the end of the 2nd business day. and you’ll never guess what didn’t fucking happen today

[nervous-youngman]

i love my friends bro

[nervous-youngman]

came out today and my parents are super supportive. god I’m so fucking glad. I knew they were cool with trans people but didn’t know how much they knew/how surprised they’d be (they weren’t) (they 100% knew already) (like the equivalent of the “I’ve been expecting you” chairspin level of knowing)

[nervous-youngman]

1yr anniversary of this has caught me by surprise (and via a Drew Gooden Instagram story, of all things). and im still here, but to be honest it’s nothing like I expected. I don’t live in my home anymore. the neighborhood i paced anxiously with my sister because I couldn’t stay at home and sit still while my parents read my letter is mostly ashes now. the row of houses, the trees, chairs, and fence surrounding the little field in which my sister and I sat to catch our breath are melted and burned beyond recognition. instead of being on hormones, which I intended to do as soon as I tuned 18, I am still, months later, steeped in the fear and uncertainty of waiting, for a message, a phone call, any sort of response from the only clinic my insurance provides in my vast city. i still feel unbearably confined in the shell of my self, agonizing daily over the promise of freedom that once kept me alive, now seeming only to grow distant. it’s a new administration. the one I voted against just over a month past my birthday. i honestly forgot the anniversary of my coming out because it was on tdov, which i was sure would be erased before it rolled around again. still, things will get better, I think. I still have my family and friends. hopefully, I’ll be able to bypass the gridlock of gender affirming care restrictions and start hrt soon. hell, even though I don’t know when I’ll be able to move back, my house survived!

still, I can’t lie that right now kinda sucks. it’s definitely not where I wanted to be, in almost every aspect. the process of trying to get on t is kicking my ass, and I feel really shit most of the time. ive dedicated an ungodly amount of time (that I don’t have) to phone calls, emails, checking websites, pleading for help from anyone who can just make me a fucking appointment. no one answers, no one knows anything, no one can help. i should be used to it by now, but it’s crushing every time. my hope for this year is to start hrt, change my name and gender marker (which i requested but is now illegal so i get to be female mcgee on all of my ids. that won’t make for any confusion, great job donald!) and try to work towards building a life that I’ll be content with.

until next year 👋

[nervous-youngman]

i am genuinely getting fucking ghosted by the gender clinic. I’ve been bounced back and fourth like 20 times. it’s been months since i turned 18 and tried to get transferred here. waited 1 month for establishment appointment. another month for psych eval intake appointment. got approved for testosterone. great! they said they were gonna send me an email within “a few days.” did not attempt to contact me for a month. called while i was on a job site and couldn’t pick up. didn’t leave a message. called my mom and left a message saying hey you can make an appointment now! ok great. called insurance. asked to be transferred to clinic’s number. called the hrt extension. bounced back to insurance main office. number to call back didn’t work. called main office again. transferred again. chose main inquiry line this time. no one there. called main office again, asked if anyone there could make me an appointment. what clinic is that again? what are you trying to do? oh it needs to be in person? I don’t know how to do that. I can leave a message though. they should contact you within 2 business days. oh? do they have all your contact info correctly? yeah. they do. they just haven’t contacted you. (2 more weeks later) called clinic hrt line again. bounced back to main office. called main inquiry line again. bounced back to main office. talked to 2 different people in main office. neither knew how to make an appointment. confirmed the clinic had not responded to messages. insisted on calling themselves. obviously no answer. “I don’t know, I’ll try sending another message. when should you hear back? 2 business days. then should you try calling again? yeah sure. they should answer by then though.” well lads. it’s the end of the 2nd business day. and you’ll never guess what didn’t fucking happen today

[an-na-ko]

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

[christy-f]

Thank you for posting this. I don't often comment outside of tags, but this brought tears to my eyes. It reminds me of Lobster, my sweet little boy, who passed away at 5 just a week before I graduated highschool. I miss you, buddy. I hope you miss me too

[an-na-ko]

Been thinking of Lobster and I know wherever he is, he loves you so, so much still

[thickness-protection-program]

Tragic. Tumblr user made a good point but was unnecessarily condescending about it. Will not be reblogging