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Hey! I’m Marcette.
I have a few sideblogs:
@new-moon-hearts
@uwu-uwu-uwu-uwu-uwu-uwu-uwu-uwu
I have a personal website that I need to get back to working on:
Marcie
dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again
If you think "transmed" means a person who believes that transition is possible I think you should go jump off the cliffs of Dover with JK Rowling.
[ID: Screenshot of a Twitter post by user it_is_fareed that reads
Emerald Fennell biopic of St. Augustine: He writes by candlelight [Voiceover], "Lord, grant me chastity and sobriety..." [I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas starts playing] "But not yet." [He leaves the room. We see an "Augustine at the club" montage].
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it would suck being a new immortal. like it’d be 2109 and people would go, “what was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?” and i’d just be like, “no…no i was born in 1991. so like, wow i’m gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean i’m not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. don’t think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.”
even worse, imagine being an immortal who keeps missing stuff. “What was it like seeing the pyramids being built?” “Fuck if I know, I was in Madagascar.” “Oh, okay. Well, how was the Renaissance?” “I fell down a hole in Scotland and people thought I was an enchanted well for four hundred years, it was over by the time I convinced someone to get me out.”
And now, a lesson in biases:
We barely know anything about Madagascar pre-500CE. We don’t even know whether the island had a permanent population before then, despite finding a bunch of much older signs of temporary human presence.
Malagasy mythology makes mention of the vazimba, a “precursor” ethnic group that might or might not be distinct from Madagascar’s current population.
The point is, we do not know.
So you were in Madagascar when the pyramids were being built in Egypt, i.e. during one of the most obscure, most undocumented parts of Madagascar’s human history?
Oh, buddy, you better go and make a bunch of anthropologists and archeologists really happy RIGHT NOW instead of feeling bad about missing everyone else’s pet Major Event.
It’s been a decade since we left that comment and you have the best reply anyone’s left to it.
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it actually shatters my fucking heart how closeted repressed trans women are made to go through the most heinous mental gymanstic pseudoprogressive bullshit in order to keep them in the closet and keep them from transitioning. And the perpetrators will pat themselves on the back for being Super Heckin Progressive and "not reinforcing the gender binary" and whatever else fuckass fairy tails you all like to tell yourselves. while the closeted tranny contemplates suicide over in the corner, alone.
as always, I kind of hate it here I hate you all
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Me when I read a book by a famous author that’s a modern classic and everyone says it’s really good and then it’s really good
Office comedy where the pilot episode newbie is being walked around to meet all their colleagues and they get introduced to the pair of coworkers who are snappy, electric, flirty, filling each other's coffee orders, finishing each other's sentences, desk leaning, bedroom eyes, feet kicking
And when the newbie asks someone "Are those two uh, you know?" the seasoned coworker goes "Aha yeah. Divorced 🙂"
And this isn't a broken-up couple on the rebound. They've absolutely always been like this with each other save for the 11 months they were married, during which time every single day was a murder-suicide risk.
Two people who are each other's absolute everything unless you try to make them share a kitchen and a budgeting system
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The reason most indie novels are written like the author is terrified of doing something wrong is because the overwhelming majority of indie novelists get their start by networking in the violent panopticon of the social media indie publishing community, which favours the people who are able to win at the social policing game.
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