What to call me: Spark/Sparky/Sparks or Wyatt/Atts
Pronouns: They/Them
I am an Adult so this blog would occasionally have adult topics. There's no explicit NSFW but I do make jokes about it.
Notes about this blog:
You can find mainly random reblogs and Transformers stuff on here with the occasional sprinkling of other fandoms.
Tags are on this post because tumblr's search system is burning down before my eyes
I don't care what your standing on ship discourse is, no matter which side of things you're on, be civil here. If you are being Rude and Mean or otherwise making me uncomfortable on purpose I will block you. I lean into Don't Like, Don't Read so make your choice whether this blog suits your taste or not, I won't judge.
This is a reblogs blog, its mainly followed by friends but I don't mind strangers either so if you find your space here feel free to settle in.
I don't talk very often! But I do see you. My sleeping schedule is very messy so if youve sent me something give it awhile cause Im very likely asleep. I'm also pretty friendly so don't feel intimidated, my friends compare me to one of those crunchy looking cats so take that as you will.
This otherwise unassuming taxidermied foal, displayed at the Danum Gallery, Library and Museum, represents the only known preserved quagga hybrid. The foal, born in the early 1800s at Owston Hall in Doncaster, was the result of a coupling between a donkey stallion and a quagga mare. [ x ]
My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember”
And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out”
I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”
I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!”
So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess?
*if you want an honorary grandma, that is
Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue