I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE PAINT JOB I NEED ON MY CAR.
driving my newly painted car down to my job at the children’s hospital
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@strititty
I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE PAINT JOB I NEED ON MY CAR.
driving my newly painted car down to my job at the children’s hospital
you don't even have a dog
i've always wondered what human speech would look like visually in the POV of eridians in the same way eridian speech is written as music notes in the book and my favorite version of it i've seen in fics is when words are written as phonetics in rocky's POV :-) oh and also that one post about rocky and grace figuring out random words they can say in the other's language
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
Taylor Swift does this
no she doesn’t
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
happy anniversary
Oh, hey Charlie, sorry you didn’t make it to the 8 year anniversary
I feel like if humans swallowed rocks like birds do to help grind up food we'd have so much fun with it.
Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going "I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them"
and then all the comments would be like " girl 😭 😭 calcite dissolves in stomach acid!! Just use quartz if you want a pretty gastrolith like 💀"
I like this site. Y’all just shotgunning counterfactual timelines
can i request a skitty? im kinda bummed out and its my favorite poke <3 you dont have to of course!
Thanks for sexualizing peoples trauma fuckhead
anytime
[ gently takes young and / or newly out binary trans people by the hands and looks you directly in the eyes with compassion and understanding ]
Nonbinary people are not your enemy.
Nonbinary people are your siblings in the struggle that is systemic transphobia. Our collective pain, our collective erasure from society is the goal. We are allies to each other.
Gendered liberation is not your enemy.
Gendered liberation as a goal is there to allow us all to exist freely in the ways that are most comfortable for us all. The goal is to uplift us all, to liberate us all, to give us the ability to have autonomy and agency over our own expressions, lives, and bodies — this inherently includes you and your right to find comfort in your identity and presentation however it may manifest.
Gender abolition is not your enemy.
I know that's a scary sounding one. It used to scare the shit out of me too. Especially right now. Especially when, if you are a USAmerican trans person, our government is directly attacking our right to exist publicly and privately. Especially when TERFs and other radfems have completely bastardized the concept of abolition into a blunt anti-trans weapon.
Gender abolition is not about telling you that you have to stop being a woman or a man — especially if you're a trans lesbian or gay trans man. Gender abolition is also not about reassigning coercively assigned physical sex as the "true" marker of someone's identity.
The goal of gender abolition is the dismantling of the roles and structures we forcibly and coercively assign to gender identity, often with a focus on the impact of imperialism and settler colonialism on those structures (when done within a solidarity oriented framework). Much like other forms of abolition work — like prison abolition — it is a practice meant to dismantle and repair generations of systemic harm and trauma.
I know that that seems lofty, especially if you are white. You may feel especially disconnected from that struggle and simply want to exist in the world you're already familiar with in a way you are already familiar with — but this fight is bigger than just you.
Audre Lorde — notable black, lesbian, feminist scholar — once said "I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own." and in that same spirit, you are not free while any trans person is unfree, even when their shackles are very different from your own.
We must exist in solidarity with each other — it is vital for our collective survival.
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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!”
Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, it’s 1/3, not ½
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
Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!
An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month
Happy pride month!!
What happens when Grace doesn’t sleep for 48 hours.
Based on this panel from Dungeon Meshi:
tough but fair
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
i am Thinkimg . about the Character. and listening to a Song. i a m sure this will not have repercussions
There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.
All the Pride Angels I've made so far. You can find them individually at the links in my About Page.