I have a sex and a gender, or something. I suppose the important thing is that my pronouns are He/Him, or Xey/Xem if you want to take a walk on the wild side.
I'm disabled. I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) aka Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME). I also have severe ADHD, which isn't being treated due to the medication shortage. But the CFS is really the one which makes my life boring as fuck rn.
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I'm m🩵m and in a polyamorous relationship. Currently with my long-term partner, who has a boyfriend (we call each other boyfriends-in-law or BIL). My boyfriend/partner is also my carer. We've both had relationships aside from eachother but his current boyfriend has stuck around the longest 🩵🩷🩵
I really really like rays and skates! I love any and all kinds of them!!
I have a growing plushie collection, which includes plushie rays and skates.
I'm a goth, which means I like goth music. If you don't know what goth music is, you can check out my favourites: Sisters of Mercy (This Corrosion or Lucretia My Reflection) Siouxie and the Banshees (Spellbound) Bauhaus (Bella Legosi's Dead) Depeche Mode, The Cure... There are many bands that make or made goth music, so even if you don't like what I've recommend you can likely still find something to your taste within the genre.
I'm an artist and I can draw, paint and sculpt. I try my best to keep up my skills when I'm having good days. I've also done a few performances, a couple of the drag variety.
My politics are left wing. I used to go to protests and make posters and signs when I was well. When I get well again, I will likely continue doing so.
I'm a recovering drug addict.
All drugs should be decriminalised, or at least legalized. If people's drugs are cut with another, it can lead to secondary addictions, overdose, or death. Fear of being arrested directly causes higher rates of death among drug users. People OD'ing end up taking the risk on their lives because they're scared of losing everything and going to jail. People end up not getting help with their addictions for the same reason.
Following that thread, I'm a recovering/recovered drug addict. I'm taking prescribed medication to prevent withdrawal, and going to weekly group therapy. I highly recommend it. Group recovery, I mean, not drug addiction. But we all do what we can to get by; I don't judge.
Trigger warnings:
I try to tag stuff but I will forget, so consider this a warning for my blog in general.
Drug addiction/recovery, sex, kink discussions, occasionally I'll engage with The Discourse™, talk about disability, discrimination (sometimes) and diary entries that are usually positive but sometimes aren't.
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I've always wanted a cobalt blue spider but lately I've been really wanting a black widow (probably inadvisable) or lookalike, they're so elegant. Orrr a bigger Salticidae/jumping spider for obvious cuteness reasons :) But I also really like diving bell spiders... really, I love most types of spider, and I'd keep just about any, but I cant due to their prey usually triggering my worm/caterpillar phobia :(
BUT I've recently discovered that Salticidae come in many shapes and forms, and some are so tiny I'd be able to get away with foraging* for their prey for at least half the year. I'm holding off on doing proper research until my (severely) arachnophobic housemate moves out, but when he does I'm very likely going to get some kind of spider and it's very probably going to be an abundant variety of jumping spider.
* "foraging" a.k.a "finding it in my kitchen"
There are many local types of Salticidae, some of which are not only very cute, but also live on/in people's houses, like Salticus scenicus/zebra spider. I imagine they wouldn't mind being kept in a nice enclosure and hand-fed the flies I catch around the house. Plus a little drop of nectar here and there, as a treat :) Also, I've heard they're friendly and active, which my previous spider (a type of tarantula, idk he was kinda dropped on us) was not. The most interaction we could willingly get out of him was a little finger-to-finger reach, like:
It was very cute, but not as much contact as I like to have with a pet that size. Hopefully the jumping spider I end up with is a little cuddlier and/or active around the enclosure :)
glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them
edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.
I'm crying a bit from how happy this makes me. I've always wished we had giant domesticated spiders. Big n fluffy so I could hug them. I love spiders so much, why aren't they bug enough to hug? I never even thought that simply seeing that world in a drawing would make me so happy :') thank you for making and sharing this, it's delightful. The wasp with a bow especially
I'll NEVER get over that time when Michael killed that cute gay couple because until that point I was working under the assumption that he only killed straight people
And tbh I don't consider it a canon moment because I frankly. don't believe it.
You look at that man and everything he does and tell me it doesn't scream disgruntled homosexual. Like he isn't the campest queen on this earth. The drama. The presentation. The humour. In everything he does. I know a queer when I see one.
this murderer hasn't got a straight bone in his body and that is the TRUTH!! He fucking SLAYS.
Not to start discourse but I will be forever mad that every time I go into the Goncharov tag I see people complaining that they watched the movie expecting a soft queer romcom about pure cinnamon rolls and instead they got a complex and violent film about deeply flawed people where everyone dies.
By all means, engage in fandom however you choose. But don’t blame the source material for not being consistent with some random fanon on tumblr. Kinda wild to get mad that the movie about violent, morally dark grey criminals has violence, crime and moral greyness in it. You know? Also, imho given the time this movie was made, the queer coding was daring; this is NOT an example of queerbaiting.
This is wonderful. Not overdone, not mean, not sarcastic. Just enough hints to really appreciate how wonderful this is. I agree. I want more history told just like this.
the Ankh-Morpork Trespassers’ Society was originally the Explorers’ Society until Lord Vetinari forcibly insisted that most of the places ‘discovered’ by the society’s members already had people in them.
Scientists tagging birds with colored bands and accidentally making the tagged birds more appealing to mates is so funny. Imagine being abducted by aliens and they give you a gucci belt
puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something
