Stranger Things
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we're not kids anymore.
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@sepharin
I normally draw "what if" scenarios and sillies but I really wanted to draw these scenes from ep 5! I LOVED this episode so much there's more scenes that I wanted to draw but I dont have the time or the energy to draw them all.... I wish if i could clone myself and draw everything I wanted to draw... also this is a disclaimer bc they dont actually wear this suit it's just I knew they were wearing a suit and I didn't know what it looked like so I drew the one I designed
I really wanted to make this I hope you like it <3<3
Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats
At minimum about 4.5 thousand people liked this without reblogging it.
We gotta fix that.
Progress.
Onwards!
I can't access the full paper, but their conclusion is right there in the abstract:
While transgender women exhibited higher lean mass than cisgender women, their physical fitness was comparable. Current evidence is mostly low certainty and has heterogenous quality but does not support theories of inherent athletic advantages for transgender women over cisgender.
Always reblog I love my sisters this is big news
This is what every single episode looks like now
(Lord knows Mikey and Derek are highly interchangeable though)
"I learned a lot from making this" is artist talk for "making this sucked ass and I'm not entirely happy with the result."
"i want trans people all the way alive." - radically pro-transgender // alex dawson
Unwavering resolve.
Romeo + Juliet (1996) Trivia: Shakespeare described Tybalt swordsmanship as “showy”. To transform this into flamboyant gunplay, John Leguizamo worked with choreographer John ‘Cha Cha’ O'Connell to create a flamenco-inspired style.
This is the new gender John Leguizamo invented that one time in case anyone was curious
Just a little triceratops wip. Background is not final, just something I tossed together for the post. Thinking I might do a proper background and do this as a YCH as I don't really have a trike design in mind P:
Sun Jing the protective girlfriend being relevant as hell
rare vent art from a few months ago
I feel this!!! Also love how you muted the color along the way, I think it makes it that much more impactful!
This is the thing!
this is the meanest thing i’ve ever said but i legitimately do not care if harry potter was your childhood. that’s no excuse to play this game. all i hear when you say that is “i care more about nostalgia than i do about the lives of my trans and jewish friends”
dusty road
I’m making LaCroix
It has come to my attention that making LaCroix this way is incorrect and I am deeply sorry for misleading you
This is the correct way to make LaCroix
C R Y I N G OMG
I DONT THINK YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND
HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE SPIDERMAN PICS
OH OH OHHH! I have some!!
oh shit not this fucking bullshit again oh my god jfklsdjflkj
THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!
HOLY FUCK HE’S BACK OMG
I’M ACUTALLY CRYING HERE OH GOD
can’t forget these
THESE ARE GOLDEN
THESE ARE THE BEST THINGS IN EXISTENCE OMG
@turtrussel
How can ya’ll have a Spiderman thread and not post the original?
Oh dear me
Sun Jing the protective girlfriend being relevant as hell
I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
THIS is boys will be boys
on a camp with teenage boys recently and as i was one of the camp leaders, it was part of my duties to help wake said boys in the morning (at 6am or a similar ungodly hour).
we (the camp leaders) found the most efficient way to do so was to blast music from a tinny little speaker one of us owned.
so before the sun itself has risen, we’re walking down a corridor with 8+ rooms filled with 6 or more boys in each, blasting the one and only Let It Go from Frozen, hoping to wake a few students, preparing for hateful commentary.
instead, what we got was the thumps and shouts of boys excitedly leaping from bunk beds, stuffing on shirts and bursting into the corridor to scream the lyrics to Let It Go.
every.single.boy.did this.
as soon as the song finished, they acted like it never happened and went back to their rooms to get dressed.
