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erm btw guys if anyone wants to read a really cool essay on transsexualism and its relation to Frankenstein (specifically referencing the unnatural body) go ahead and check out “My Words To Victor Frankenstein above the Village of Chamounix” performed by Susan Striker. genuinely one of the best essays I’ve read on the subject

#trans fiction #transgender #Susan striker #essay #queer history #reading recommendations

metamorphesque

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

estrogenesis-eeveeangelion

oh my fucking god who cares about men who caresssssss

estrogenesis-eeveeangelion

shut upppppppppppppp

catgirlforeskin

daily affirmations ✨

omtai

It’s awesome there’s animals in the world imagine it was just rocks and a low whistling almost groaning wind

vamptits

just got really scared can you say something else

omtai

I can’t. I can’t do anything.

ruinedchildhood

howthehelldoileave

I hate that people never include the finished render when posting that. it looks so good it's a shame not to.

bookhobbit

Whenever my grandmother had the least difficulty opening something with fingers, she would tear at it with her teeth. And my mom if she witnessed this would go "MoooOOOOMMM!! We have SCISSORS and KNIVES!" And my Grandma would retort a) that the scissors were all the way over there and her teeth were right here, and b) that God gave us teeth before he gave us knives. She was so right about all this, and I'm on her side. Sometimes the biting power of teeth is what you need. That said she also used to use a paring knife as a toothpick which would also make my mom say "MooooOOOMM!! we have TOOTHPICKS!" and my grandmother would say that God gave us knives before he gave us toothpicks. Fascinating temporal hierarchy of God's tool blessings implied here.

dankmemeuniversity

#me looking at my exes tumblr posts

vamptits

when you're down is basically the most classic time to be kicked

aerequets

crow boy is incredibly selfless actually, he's sacrificing himself for the greater good of his fae realm. In order to keep the realm all natural and organic, he eats any and all plastics, concentrating it all into his body. he is literally full of plastic rn and youre all laughing

aerequets

that's why when plastic girl stumbles into his world he's taken aback. he can tell on sight - she's someone like him, microplastics surging through her veins. but how? this was supposed to be his burden to shoulder, his curse from the universe. she isn't even fae, she's human. and yet she is more like him than any of his fellow crowpeople. she, perhaps, is the only one who could understand him.