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Noah Kahan
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature

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cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@taciturnaberration
pinned march 2026
i do art @dualitysdownfall
i write fic here's my ao3
my podfic and videos live on this youtube channel
harper/kk, they/he, college graduate, autistic aroace
Fascinating how what's considered feminine and what's considered masculine can change over time. The rebranding of being a horse girl into being a stereotypical feminine girly trait needs to be studied.
Look at classic children's novels. As recently as the 50s and early 60s, being obsessed with horses as a girl was depicted as strange and tomboyish, and the very concept of being obsessed with horses from early childhood and loving toy horses and desperately wanting your own horse being a "little girl thing" and not a "little boy thing" would send someone from the 1800s and earlier into a coma.
There's maybe a point to be made here somewhere about how when keeping and riding horses stopped being necessary to the functioning of society and became a more "frivolous" thing, it was rapidly rebranded as silly and girly and for women, but what do I know.
i wrote a paper in my masculinity studies class in college about this exact phenomenon, specifically about how high heeled shoes started as a practical way for Persian cavalry to keep their feet on their stirrups, then likely due to that association, became a popular fashion item and status symbol among the upper classes of Europe, before the Great Male Renunciation of the 18th-19th centuries, when men started shunning opulence in favor of utility, leaving them as a fashion item for women instead.
I've joked that the two genders are Aesthetic and Utility before but thats just kinda the case
hot take in a roundabout way i think that's also why so many of us opt out of becoming parents ourselves
Does anybody know how to fix it
Start disappointing people and not backing out of it when they are upset, reject feeling ashamed of everything including of yourself, start saying No to things you do not want to do not just things you're scared of, do more of those things you're scared of but wish you could do, make your own plans and execute them, decide to do or not do something without basing it on who will Dislike it.
Free Will takes practice, and the chance of making someone somewhere Slightly or even Very Disappointed In You. But you're an adult and you can't be made to stand in a corner anymore.
i ship them but in an infinitely more nuanced and aromantic way than you ever will
Item: Aperture Science armchair and pillow. Don’t worry, sit right down
weemp weemp 🚀
i Need tumblr to know about hooer of everything
ok so for context on the DUMB we have a dedicated queen spam thread and we had this bit where we started writing covers of songs where we made the lyrics about queen because fucking Awesome . someone made one for ruler of everything by tally hall. and then @quicksilversnails actually went and made a queencover of ruler of everything, appropriately titled "hooer of everything" and it's maybe the only thing ever made
There’s so many of you!
I don't know who needs to hear this, but do not ever, ever, ever let someone guilt you into not transitioning. "But you're so pretty! You'll ruin your lovely body!" "But you're my [son/daughter/boyfriend/girlfriend/mom/dad/etc.]; I can't see you any other way!" "But we need more [badass butch lesbians/women in STEM/etc.] to show women that they can do anything!" "But we need good men like you to promote healthy masculinity!" <- None of these are reasons not to transition. Transition is for you, not for others. Other peoples' indignation or sadness over your transition is not your burden to bear, and other peoples' expectations for you are not moral obligations you must fulfill. Do not live to fit inside a prescribed role in somebody else's life. You must live for yourself. Please transition.
I know we make jokes about the proverbial asexual pervert who has written hundreds of thousands of words of smut on ao3, but also shoutout to the aces who aren’t perverts. to the aces who skip the sex scenes and wince at sex jokes and awkwardly leave the conversation when your friends start talking about sex. your boundaries aren’t childish and fuck anyone who says otherwise.
SADLY, MY BABY QAIS'S HEART STOPPED TONIGHT, AND HIS LITTLE BODY BECAME COMPLETELY STILL.
There were no ambulances to save him, so I carried him on a wooden board toward the hospital, screaming through every street and begging my neighbors to help me carry my child before it was too late.
The doctors managed to bring baby Qais back, but they rushed him into intensive care and connected him to machines. They told me his wound had deepened by another three centimeters, and they could do little more until I found a way to secure the treatment he urgently needs.
I am begging you as a persecuted mother in Gaza, watching my baby bleed in front of me, unable to stop it. Please donate now and help me save his life before it’s too late.
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I have no words left to describe this nightmare. I am begging you with all the strength I have left—please help me buy the treatment and medicine Qais urgently needs. Every donation could help keep hope alive for my little boy.
Unfortunately, Qais has run out of medicine, and I cannot afford more. To everyone who helped before, I beg you again today, donate now. Your kindness kept him alive, and he still desperately needs support.
I will never forget those who donated, shared Qais’s story, and tried saving my child, but unfortunately I still cannot afford enough medicine or clean bandages. Please, donate now before his condition becomes even worse.
Every night, I promise myself I will stop begging and somehow find another way. Then morning comes, Qais still needs medicine, and I return with the same broken heart, asking for help again, please donate now.
Grace sends this off as a "fuck you" to Stratt and unintentionally eases 40+ years of horrific guilt.
(40+ factoring in the Hail Mary mission, then the time it would take to get back to Erid and the time it would take for the message to get to Earth. Probably closer to 50+ actually).
(I do think Stratt felt bad. She did a lot of terrible things to save the planet, and obviously felt guilt for sending Grace off. I imagine the time waiting to hear back from the Hail Mary was torture for everyone, but she essentially sent three people off to their deaths, one unwillingly. Hearing that Grace made it out alive would be a huge weight off her shoulders.)
who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction