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idk man not to sound like a cartoon hippie but if your entirrrrre blog and dash is about how the world sucks and everyones bigoted i think you are going to give yorself brain worms
Zillow house listings
>go right
>go left instead (looks nice and fun!)
>...go back to the right
Go left
Go forward
> Ascend
Go right ->
Open the door! :3c
I wanna see what’s inside!
Congratulations! You Have Made It To The Ping Pong Chamber!
you can’t call something a crackship if they have multiple scenes together and insane sexual tension. not even if only a few people ship them. that’s just a rarepair. the line must be drawn here.
“crackship” is for when he-man cheats on skeletor with sans at the skeleton family reunion
I got a wip!!
Its Lo-fi Maglor 😌✨️
Im cooking so hard with this one right????
I decided to make the bg look like those old hand drawn cartoons and then I will animate the eye to close and the feather plus some soft light particles floating around
some of yall do need to get more feminist for real
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whats everyones favorite cocktails. i totally adore a sex on the beach. no rum and coke okay i want your favorite gay ass colorful fruity tasting type of drink okay? okay. i trust you. i love you
New pc setup folks what do you think of it
Its good
When discourse comes around about the apparent “lack” of transmasculine voices and contributions in history as compared to transfeminine ones, I always think of this diagram:
Survivorship bias is such a huge factor when it comes to which queer narratives and stories survive the march of time. For transmasculine people, the challenge has always been not only overcoming anti-queer sentiments of the day, but also contending with a lack of legal and societal personhood that put them in a position where telling their story- or even discovering themselves- was literally impossible. The level of risk involved in even just exploring your identity in secret, let alone finding community and recording your experience, was astronomically high when you were considered another person’s property, largely uneducated and expected to not communicate with anyone other than your husband, relatives and children. I’ve seen mentioned how many societies outlawed and punished gay (mlm) relationships but not lesbian ones, but the rather obvious conclusion to that is because it was seen as such a non issue that it was beneath notice, due to the lack of cis women’s ability to exist outside of the constant control and supervision of her male relatives. To say they were “privileged” for not being legally barred from sapphic relationships would be silly, because legally speaking they would’ve been at the total mercy of their owners (male relatives) if discovered, which served as punishment in itself.
All of this maps pretty cleanly onto trans dynamics of the time, especially since the distinction between sexuality and gender was often considered nebulous or nonexistent. Like gay cisgender men, transfeminine people came back riddled with bullet holes- but they came back (aka, built community and survived through the historical record). For transmasculine people, however, very few ever did, and of those we can point to their identities are the subject of fierce debate even to this day. It’s always “brave WOMAN dresses as man to escape oppression”, never “trans man gets the right blend of luck and ingenuity to tell his story”. Because those who didn’t never came back, never even got out the door in the first place. All of that in mind, it’s insanely cruel- and ahistorical- to say that we “never contributed anything” to queer history, when history was barred from our contribution from the moment we were born.
Yearly Reminder the Hammer&Sickle(=Red army) / Russian army symbols don't belong in Pride
adulthood notes:
The Rodeo Rule: you only have to do it for the first time once.
The Rohan Rule: if you are at a social function full of new people and you want to be liked, find someone doing important work like setup or food prep and offer to help.
The Tutorial Mode Rule: to navigate an unfamiliar situation where you fear you will mess up an interaction, preface the interaction by mentioning that you've never done this before, and let them know if you have a specific concern or question.
The Rocket Science Rule: most new things you want to try seem very complicated but are simple when taken step by step.
The [X] Will Remember That Rule: if you need to make small talk with the same person on a regular basis, try to save one fact or current event in their life from a given conversation and bring it up next time you talk.
The Cool Binder Rule: by wearing clothes and accessories that are to your taste instead of trying to blend in, people will be more likely to compliment you and show interest in you as a person.
genuinely truly do not fucking care that the new t*ylor sw*ft lyrics are dumb. who give a shit, WHO GIVE A SHIT
"less is more" is a lie perpetuated by big small to sell more less
concept: an abstract art installation where anytime a spectator utters the phrase "my kid could do that", a loud alarm goes off, the gallery space goes into lockdown and the person is inducted into a paint battle with everyone else who uttered it where their work is roasted by the host artist who is sitting completely bedazzled, on a throne next to the ghost of Andy Warhol