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dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.
this seems rational and grounded in empirical evidence
#lost in a fugue of penis delerium
reblog to spread your dick mania to everywhere you go
men need to be androgynous little rock sluts again. hair gel and cheap black nail polish are still sold in stores. chop chop
Actually, I rather like being trans
I suppose being cis would be nice and all, but it doesn’t quite have the same “I will sieze Destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing” kind of verve
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
even if that random trans woman did do all that I don't care lol
very funny that literally just riffing on a common tumblr joke about women, but with an especially marginalized group of women, has people months later coming to me like "oh yeah well what about what THIS trans woman you've never met did?" and the answer is still I don't care lol
if I had posted the same thing without the word "trans" the population of this website would go "true" and then keep scrolling
TMEs see the words "trans woman" and they fly into a bloodthirsty rage
see you somewhen, somewhere
I dont yap about all my art but for this one i will.
The working title for this was "a quiet goodbye". Sometimes you dont get the fanfare. The mission is last minute and the vanguards send you off alone. Thats what i wanted to capture because thats what it felt like.
Ikora is the professional one independently in frame. Crow is casual and leaning on something. Zavala is half turned showing a bit of reluctancy. Guardian was walking ahead and takes a look back. I dont think i need to spell out what they each represent.
attempting to do some shibari stuff with the red string of fate
(wanting to make a post about something but it reveals too much about your personal life) i have had a negative experience
tbh im not entirely immune to a villain with a tragic backstory but i do think villain origins are a lot more interesting when the focus is less "here is the original sin, the first big bad thing that happened to them that made them who they are" and more "here is the first time a person who maybe otherwise felt powerless in their life realized that they could hurt someone and get away with it"
you can get a lot more mileage out of analyzing a truly abhorrent character through the lens of like. what sort of conditions would allow or even incentivize this kind of cruelty? what kind of person benefits from those conditions and how? over the more typical who hurt them type analysis. imo.
Meet Hex!
you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.
*desperately* freelancers are really normal
it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that
by disagreeing with me on this topic, you're aligning yourself with everyone else who disagrees with me, which includes the Chaos Death Cult, and they chaos kill people so....
we dont chaos kill that many people.
Well If You Say It's Not That Many
Heh.
May I offer a homemade meme in these trying times ?
Sorry I think the reason I’m so stuck on supernatural is because it understands American loneliness kind of more than any other show. Like who else’s pussy was big enough to put an angel next to a vending machine. That’s so powerful. How are you going to have a show about America and most of it takes place on highways and in offbrand motel rooms confronting monsters. Not to mention the uncanny valley of shooting in backwoods Canada and trying to pass it off as Route 66. It’s so perfect because it says America is a distant dream that we can’t reach and a land of ghosts and then it follows through. It says there’s always a war below the surface and we are all fighting constantly to keep it in check. Death drives a hotrod through Chicago. There’s two brothers and a demon in a diner and they’re getting milkshakes together. How can you show a man losing faith with an angel next to him. My brain feels so hot can someone please microwave me.
