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The Stonewall Inn
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
noise dept.
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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icyghini twinkie
Show & Tell
shark vs the universe
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
art blog(derogatory)
Origami Around
d e v o n
todays bird
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
pixel skylines
Keni
Cosmic Funnies
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@pemdas96
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
The Department of Education worked with the far-right Family Research Council to officially designate March 12th as Detrans Awareness Day last year. But what actually leads people to detransition? It's not regret, but social stigma, incited by the very figures who claim to protect detransitioners. I want to hear their stories describing how the current moral panic influenced their decisions.
Hey. Heyhey. Do me a favor real quick.
If you don't already know you have issues doing so, squat down real quick. Bend your knees all the way and touch the floor. Just make sure you can do it. Okay? For me? And then stand up all the way and make sure you can balance on one foot.
Like. You don't need to blow it into some huge thing. Just. Make sure all your bits and peices still work the way you think they do.
Can you turn your head to look behind you without twisting your shoulders? What about standing on your toes? If you sit down on the floor can you get back up without using your hands?
If there was ever a tumblr post worth sending to your mom, it's this one.
Just saying, bodies are a use it or lose it kinda thing.
okay so every time I see this post crop back up in queues and notifications I end up thinking about it. Because I made the post and even I'm still doing the thing where I read the post about maintaining range of motion in my delicate meatsuit and I nod and hmm and think yeah that's a good idea and then dont move from where I'm curled up shrimp style staring at the nightmare rectangle.
So like. Thinking real hard about moving doesn't count as moving. Major bummer. Anyways. Joints.
"Can you turn your head to look behind you without twisting your shoulders?"
You mean, am I an owl?
“Can you turn your head
to look behind you without
twisting your shoulders?”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
god have mercy on my boyfriend who actually knows how to dress all i wear is cargo pants/shorts and stupid fucking tshirts. and my toe socks that look like fish
you’re like unimaginably pretty and i like your cargo shorts and stupid tshirts and your toe socks that look like fish and everything about you. checkmate liberal.
A QUEEN
Okay, I don’t normally add on to posts but in this case I’ve got to.
Rachel Ann Bovier is a Pittsburgh legend who has been publishing her poems in city newspapers for decades. In more recent years, she started putting up these bill boards along major roads. For what reason? I have no clue. But I would often pass them on my way to Oakland for therapy. They never failed to cheer me up.
As a young trans writer, they gave me this precious little spark of joy. There was someone like me, a writer, a Pittsburgher, a trans person, who was confident enough to put their face on a bill board! I would always smile as we passed by and my mom took note.
Fast forward a few years and it’s my 21st birthday. My mom has been super excited about my gift and teased me about it over and over again. She said it was the best gift she’d ever gotten me and in many ways she was right. It was a custom poem she commissioned from Miss Bouvier! It congratulated me on my birthday, my academic success, lots of little stuff. It was simple and sweet and perfect.
I’m still not out to my parents about being trans, but that poem serves as a reminder to me that trans people are every where, they are artists, they are all ages, and their visibility is essential. So thank you to Rachel Ann Bouvier for being a great poetess and a Pittsburgh treasure!
Another Pittsburgher here with more Rachel Ann Bouvier lore!
First, she has ALWAYS included her home phone number with her poems, both in the newspaper and on billboards, even while she was publicly transitioning.
Second, about twice a year she puts on a show with the same band she’s played in since she was a teenager. They play rock n roll covers, she does several costume changes, reads poetry, and performs skits. It’s a blast!
you've heard of death of the author, now get ready for death of the audience: where instead of basing your reaction on a thousand uninformed opinions online, you actually read the text and engage with it
girl help there's people on this post who can't actually read my text
do u know what prevs url means?
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nuance
this is so funny to me
Scars new episode: of couse he has a chest monster who is suprised by that. however
WHY IS THE CHESTMONSTER MULTILINGUAL???
it’s the year of the horse everypony you know what that means!!! (turns your mcyts into umamusume horse girls)
extra comic!!
you do not have to want to be a parent or caretaker. but you do have to see children as full human beings with an indisputable and universal right to a safe, healthy, and loving environment in which to grow up. and to be in all the public spaces you are. including the crying baby on the bus, and the toddler on the ipad in the restaurant, and the group of teenagers at the shops who may not be buying anything. and you have to be prepared to be a safe adult in whatever way you can. if you support any social-justice-oriented movement whatsoever—if you profess to be a feminist, or an environmentalist, or anti-carceral, or land back, or antiracist, or anything else—and then say you hate kids, your support for your cause has a great big hole at its center. and this is non-negotiable.
going further and adding that if you cannot extend care and respect to children you do not have my trust as a disabled person. oh, you don’t like that they’re loud, or don’t speak clearly, or cry? that they can’t regulate their bodies and bodily functions or their emotions like you do? that they need help with things you consider basic? that they don’t make money and can’t live on their own? you think it’s okay to hand their rights over to others and throw away the key? you jokingly suggest that they should all just be locked up somewhere far from public sight? the disabled people around you and the people who love us are listening. and we know so much more about what your words mean than you do (and we’ll act accordingly).
I cannot begin to stress how important Alysa Liu is to a sport like figure skating. This is a sport that is rife with abuse and that has silenced women and has forced them to do as they’re told in order to win medals. This is a sport where authoritative figures exercise an immense amount of control over athletes from their childhoods.
Alysa left the sport because of burn out. Because of what she went through. When she came back, she said that she’d skate to whatever music that she wanted. That she’d be in charge of her training schedule. That she’d be able to take a very active role in choreographing her programs and choosing her costumes. Her entire comeback has been about her taking authority over her career. She is in charge of her own career, as it should be. As it should always be.
And she is now the Olympic Champion. Her trajectory is proof that an athlete taking control of their training, of their joy, and of their competitive career is absolutely paramount to success in sport.
small things in life that are actually worth living for
your favorite people
your loved ones
your pets
animals
nature
the smell of rain
your favorite fictional characters
your favorite movies
your favorite tv shows
your favorite games
your favorite food
your favorite books
writing fanfics about your favorite fictional characters
reading fanfics about your favorite fictional characters
gay people
old man yaoi
archive of our own
dont take bird noises for granted
next time ur outside and you hear birds just think about how awesome that is and how much it would suck if they were gone
I love that the animation team chose to give us this. It’s a slight change from the light novel and manga, but it does a far better job of showing us—visually showing us—the depth of Maomao's affection for Shisui.
The only difference between the anime and the light novel/manga is, simply, how much the two physically touch each other. How they cling so fiercely and desperately to reassure themselves that the other is safe and undamaged.
The light novel tells us, over and over, how much Maomao loves Shisui, how deeply she misses her after the events of this arc. But LN readers know that Maomao’s affections for others aren’t always clear to her. They often manifest in the way she thinks about them, and how often. Shisui is one of the people she treasures most, but she doesn’t come to terms with this until it’s too late.
And, in true Maomao fashion, in the LN/manga, she does not understand the true extent of her feelings for Shisui while she’s held captive at the stronghold. All of her thoughts and emotions are focused on survival, escape, mystery-solving—understandably so.
And physical affection is not something Maomao initiates often, if ever. She shies away from most forms of touch, and is, most certainly, not comfortable with expressing her feelings in any verbal or physical way.
Therefore, it was a conscious choice on the anime’s part to give us visual evidence of Maomao’s true feelings. Maomao doesn’t say much, but we can still see it: that relief in holding her, that reluctance to release her hand. They let us see it in the way she touches her freely, without hesitation. The viewer can see, can feel how difficult it is for Maomao to let her go, even when she, herself, hasn’t fully realized it yet.
While I usually am the biggest supporter of putting characters in polycules, and I like both Jinshi/Maomao and Shisui/Maomao — I just can't see a Jinshi/Maomao/Shisui throuple working. Maomao barely has the patience for one love interest. Jinshi is too jealous. Shisui would be the most normal but I think even she's going to end up putting grasshoppers in Jinshi's clothes.
What I do think could happen if they had the chance is an elaborate love triangle where both Jinshi and Shisui are vying for Maomao's attention. Maomao's attention is on the current mystery and she is trying to dodge these two stupid nobles in their low class disguises who keep following her around.
