Charlie / 30 / she. Punk trans lesbian and mollusc enthusiast. The common garden snail has a 12 hour long (very) slow dance as part of its mating ritual and then proceeds to stab its partner with a thing called a love dart. And they say romance is dead!
I'm Charlie, she/her, 30. This is my personal blog and will be filled with whatever random shit I feel like at the moment. This typically includes educational stuff about my interests listed below, pictures of things I find interesting (mostly of various animals), (usually gay) fandom shit, art and other pictures I like, and memes or other random posts I find funny or important. For tags I use, look below the cut. I'll update this post as I think of things to add.
Asks or DMs are welcome as well! Though I may take quite some time to respond, and if I don't respond at all, it's probably not anything to do with what you've said.
Adjectives of me: punk disabled (hEDS and ME/CFS) autistic transgender lesbian anarchist
Interests of me: malacology (the study of molluscs! Though other invertebrates are cool too), especially gastropods (snails, slugs, and semi-slugs); computer programming (especially robotics/embedded systems) and computer engineering; engineering in general; space exploration; yuri (and girl's love media in general); and anarchism.
About trigger warning tags: I don't tag some things that may be triggering, including reclaimed slurs that apply to me and mild jokes about NSFW stuff. There will NOT be anything actually NSFW though. Also I reblog some things that may be triggering, and while they will be tagged (eg #spiders), they WON'T have specific trigger warning tags (eg #tw spiders). If you don't want to see any bugs, then look below the cut for details on what filters to add.
Tags that I use: I try to use tags for most things, but sometimes I forget or don't know what to tag things as. Shitposts and memes are generally untagged. I also talk in the tags a fair amount. Main tags include:
#animals — animals. I reblog a lot of animals, and they are tagged in the plural (eg #insects, not #insect). I will also include major taxonomic categories as tags much of the time (eg #molluscs or #insects). When it comes to vertebrates, I go by major non-phylogenetic categories (eg, not tagging mammals as fish, or birds as reptiles, despite them being descended from them). Note that "buggy" animals will be tagged by clade, so if you don't want #arachnids, #crustaceans (including isopods/roly polies), or #myriapods (centipedes, millipedes, etc), you should add filters for them in addition to #insects. (I do tend to tag worms #worms though, despite them not being a clade.) I also try to use English rather than Latin (eg #molluscs rather than #Mollusca, or #velvet worms rather than #Onychophora) for most things, but do typically use Latin terminology at the family level and below.
Ships: #lumity, #catradora, #bubbline, #chelldos, etc — ships I like. Art of these ships may not be tagged #art.
Various fandoms, including but not limited to: #the owl house, #adventure time, #she-ra, #star wars, #star trek, #the lord of the rings, etc — what they say. I try to not use abbreviations, so to see DS9 posts (for example), search for #star trek: deep space nine. I may miss some things, though, and am not always super consistent, but I do my best.
i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?
No but for real. Your brain is one of the most advanced machines known to exist. It's a computer capable of running a sapient intelligence on - and I cannot stress this enough - 25 watts of broccoli and stew. What the fuck.
in the woods amongst my coven, 48 all in total, linking hands deep in concentration. our collective will united on our task of great importance for what feels like days but in reality scarce but a few minutes. in the centre of us lays a single slice of toast cooked to perfection
the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
This pizza was made over here in Brazil and I’m happy to inform everyone that the method they used to get the toppings over the whole dough evenly is just slightly less funny than what the last poster in the thread suggested:
They hovered a guy over it using a crane and maneuvered him around by pushing him with a pole.
No more waiting, no more debating, go get your hrt. "I don't know if I'm really trans!" You are. Now go. "I'm scared!" We all were. Now go. "There's a long wait to be seen!" Go get your name on the list then. DIY if you need. "What if my friends don't accept me?" They weren't really your friends. Now go. "What if my spouse doesn't accept me?" Get a divorce. Now go. You do not need to continue to live in agony and depression to pretend to be someone else. Go get your hrt.
cant stop thinking about this video its driving me insane. scariest object ever made. looked it up w friends in a discord call and found out its like fucking eight feet tall and made of solid metal
imagine visiting someone's house for a party, it goes late. 1 in the morning. you're drunk and high. you have to go to the bathroom before going home. hallway lights are off, its like a train tunnel. this thing is at the end of the hallway
I see your “Rocky swears like a sailor but only in pitches humans can’t hear/refuses to teach Grace what those words mean” and raise you “Rocky swears like a sailor and now has to explain to Grace that ‘bad bad bad’ isn’t actually a sequence you play on your Eridian speech piano in polite company.”
Grace is both horrified and amused to realise that a more accurate translation for what Rocky’s been saying is “shit shit shit”.
