choosing to play oppression olympics isnt just mean and inconsiderate. like I feel when you call ppl out for it theyre like "does it hurt your feelings that I said your privileged?" like no you are actually doing some serious damage to your own cause
like the recent estrogen legislation. estrogen should never be made a controlled substance. everyone should have easy access to gender affirming care, including DIY. but when people try to spread awareness for this serious issue by acting like trans men arent as affected by institutional transphobia, it just becomes an argument about disinformation, because testosterone is ALREADY a controlled substance. I want estrogen to remain an uncontrolled substance because I want to save trans women from the bullshit than trans men have been having to deal with for over 30 years. and then you have a bunch of people arguing about this bullshit with each other while the law just plods on thru the government and everyone loses.
recently I saw a person talking about the recent, tragic murder of Juniper Blessing. but instead of honoring her memory, this person said that trans men dont experience the same danger. and of course that caused people to bring up the also very recent murder of Luca Redbeard. Both these violent hate crimes and murders happened THIS MONTH and it makes me sick that the trans community cant even honor their memories properly because theyre too up their own asses arguing about who has privilege and social power over the other, instead of seeing that we are all living the same fucking nightmare
But this morning
I stepped outside and the wind nearly knocked me down.
This morning I stepped outside and the blue nearly
crushed me. This morning this planet is so loud with itself—
its winds, its insects, its grackles and mourning doves—
that I can hardly hear my own lamentations. This planet.
All its grooved bark, all its sand of quartz and bones
and volcanic glass, all its creeping thistle lacing the yards
with spiny purple. I’m trying to come down soft today.
I’m trying to see this place even as I’m walking through it.
series of 10 4-panel comics crossing over kamen rider den-o and yakuza.
comic #1: ryoutarou goes to kamurocho
ryoutarou walks past the red kamurocho gate and asks, "what made you want to visit kamurocho, urataros?" "wahh!! so shiny!" ryuutaros cheers.
ura-ryoutarou smirks, peering through his glasses at a pretty hostess. "a fish that's outgrown its pond must leap to new waters. and there's no bigger sea than--" "i knew it." everyone groans.
urataros strolls into the club, hostess on his arm. the manager greets, "welcome. our cover charge is... 11,550 yen." urataros's glasses crack. he only has 523 yen.
back in the dining car, kintaros, momotaros, and ryuutaros beat urataros senseless.
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comic #2: this one's a real classic
ryoutarou makes his way down a crowded street. "i know urataros-tachi want to have fun, but we should be a bit more careful...."
he bumps shoulders with a passerby.
suddenly, the passerby is on the ground, wincing in pain. his friend shouts, "damn brat!! you better pay up for my bro's hospital bills!"
the pair then stare at ryoutarou, who is collapsed against a shattered wall, sitting in a pool of his own blood.
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comic #3: can't be cool if there's nothing to look away from
a bloody momo-ryoutarou leaps at the scammers, fist wound back.
opponents discarded in a heap behind him, momotaros grins and flicks dust off his shoulder.
a beat. ".......why aren't they exploding?"
"they're not imagin, stupid momotaros." ryuutaros says. momotaros whips around with an "ah!!!" as the hospital bill total gets so long it runs offscreen.
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comic #4: it's for you and it's free
the clown bob utsunomiya says "you seem tough. did you come for the coliseum?" "the what now?" momotaros frowns.
"it's where fighters from all over the world battle to their hearts' content, get stronger, and win cash prizes." all the imagin and naomi stare up in amazement. "we're sold!"
"sometimes it is a fight to the death though. just thought id--" bob gets cut off as kin-ryoutarou lifts him into the air and shouts, "where can i find such a place?!" "let's go!! let's go!!" ryuutaros joins in. ryoutarou fails to interrupt. "wait, did he--"
bob points at a small building. the park toilets........
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comic #5: hey this is just like the jail cell fight from yakuza 0
two figures face off in a caged arena, surrounded by a roaring crowd.
the loudspeaker rings out, "american fugitive daniel feldman! versus newcomer ryoutarou nogami from japan!" daniel the beefy wrestler glowers at ryoutarou, who stands frozen in fear.
"no weapons! no mercy! hold on to your hats, folks! this can only end in a gruesome beatdown!!!" the vampiric announcer strahd pumps his fist.
ryuu-ryoutarou cheerfully levels a pistol at daniel's head.
---
comic #6: i knew it smelled 2005 in here
"round 1 goes to ryoutarou!!" the announcer blares, as ryuu-ryoutarou jumps in the air making peace signs.
"he clears round 2, and still hasn't taken a single hit!!" kin-ryoutarou smirks, cracking his neck.
"but will his luck hold up against the reigning champion of the coliseum?! the mysterious hannya-man!" a figure approaches, wearing a demon mask and tuxedo.
momotaros stares at the mask's horns. "is he mocking me...?" "nobody can see you, momotaros..." ryoutarou assures.
---
comic #7: breaker form
kintaros blocks a swing from hannya-man's baseball bat. "he's strong!!" "what the hell?!" momotaros cries.
"as expected of the biggest fish in-- oops!" urataros narrowly dodges a knife.
with a flashy handstand, hannya-man kicks ryuutaros, whose eyes light up with joy.
hannya-man and ryuutaros breakdance together, battle forgotten. "guys... hey guys..." the announcer prods. "i'm glad they're having fun." says ryoutarou.
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comic #8: a cockroach's catchphrase
hannya-man launches momo-ryoutarou with a kick.
"GRAAAAHH!!!" momotaros crashes back into a burst of lightning. urataros gasps. "an electric fence?!" "if only deneb were here... he's immune to electricity." ryoutarou muses.
"we could push him as many times as we want!" ryuutaros says, imagining shoving deneb into an electric fence. deneb says "oops! i'm alright!" urataros sighs. "and what would that accomplish...?" meanwhile, momo-ryoutarou frowns, burnt and smoking.
"i'd push yuuto in, too." ryuutaros concludes. "ryuutaros... being cruel to others is no good..." ryoutarou chides, as an imaginary fence-shocked yuuto screams "OWWWWWW"
---
comic #9: it did unspeakable things to his mind and body
"why don't any of us have a useful skill like that?!" momotaros grumbles. back in the dining car, urataros taps the side of his head. "speak for yourself, senpai. i can breathe underwater."
"maybe if you trained more, you could too." kintaros says. momotaros gawks. "are you trying to kill me, you stupid bear??" an imaginary momotaros sits cross-legged on the ocean floor surrounded by sea life.
ryuutaros lays across a dining table, kicking his feet. "you're a peach. maybe you'd protect him from food poisoning." "don't underestimate ryoutarou!" kintaros boasts. "the man's always had an iron stomach." "actually, i can't take credit for that." ryoutarou chimes in. "hm?"
"it's all thanks to nee-san..." ryoutarou pictures a beaming airi handing him a glass of garlic juice. "i see..." everyone says.
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comic #10: i'm, coming!!!
"we need to end this! ryoutarou's body is at its limit!" urataros shouts. "i know that, damn it!" momo-ryoutarou raises the rider pass. "momotaros, wa--" ryoutarou doesn't get to finish.
"HENSHIN!" momotaros transforms into den-o sword form, arms raised in his signature pose.
den-o and hannya-man stare at each other across the arena. nobody moves.
the announcer drops his mic and the audience's eyes pop out of their sockets. "IS THAT FUCKING KAMEN RIDER?"
I used to use Google docs, but the white mode only was really annoying me (tires my eyes), so I swapped to Ellipsus (which I genuinely love and recommend), but it was bothering me a bit that I need wifi in order to use it, so now I switched to LibreOffice Writer, which I do like.
It very much has a Microsoft Word feel, but is open source and you need no accounts to use it. It's local on your device, so no AI can scan it, and no wifi is needed.
I still wish it had the Google Docs cards, because, bitch, that thing is so good for easy organizing.
I'm reopening commissions for a short period of time to help my friend out! reblogs are appreciated!!!
I can draw a lot of things, including scenery, complex designs, and nsfw*. I could also draw something that's not included (like ponies and simple shaped charas), please feel free to ask any questions!
incredibly bizarre and confusing seeing ppl call themselves "chuds" all the sudden b/c like
thats what we call neo nazis and shitty conservative bros? or at least its what we used to call them? why are ppl calling themselves "chuds" affectionately now
what is happening
yall know chud means fascist right like please tell me yall know that
im hoping this is a case of "younger folks on the internet adopting Silly Word b/c its Silly and not realizing it actually means something"
so here's me educating! you're calling yourselves fascists! thats what you're doing! maybe don't do that and use your head before you start using every goofy word you see!
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