The Maggot Prince

Asmi | 22 | he/him | maggot heart by Valerie | found the found family | Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/asmithemascot | chaotic maggot prince

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hello Maggots, tis Asmi!

So it's finally time for Another intro post because the last one has been outdated for at least a year. WOOO! Let's go.

I'm Asmi, although I go by several other names too (pronouns page), your not-so-local Maggot Prince and general nuisance. Due to a series of fortunate events I wound up on tumblr and acquired what some called a fandom and most (including me) call a family, the maggots. The Discord server where I live is here. Everything on this blog is chaotic and has no common theme except for Me.

I'm Indian (at least in theory), very queer, an author (here's my first book When the Touch-Me-Nots Open), a musician, an artist, a trans man, and probably asleep at any given time of the day. I'm far too neurodivergent to be regular with it, but here's my youtube channel for what it's worth.

My ask box is always open, although be warned that I have a backlog stretching back almost two years. BUT I love reading anything you have to say. However random.

Also, this blog is a safe space for all queer people, and yes that includes aroace-spec people, trans people, intersex people all queer people. If you don't agree with that, there's the door *points to a pit of boiling sulphur*. It is also a safe space for people with disabilities, different beliefs and nationalities, and plurality and I do not tolerate bigotry. I'm not immune to it, though, and I'm always willing to learn, so feel free to educate and correct me when I make mistakes.

BE KIND. BE KIND. BE KIND. To yourselves and other people. Oversharing more under the cut, but above all: I love you. You are loved.

Hm, what else? I love my maggot family, my friends and my dog. I am very gay for my partners and spouses. I am far too invested in the 1800s and Robbie Ross for my own good, and get very stressed out about the pronunciation of the word pronunciation. I read too much fanfiction and am writing a book about a trans boy in India and it's called Birds of Paradise. I make weirdly specific (heh) playlists and pinterest collages. I love outsourcing decisions to the maggots. My room is always a mess. I do most things for love, spite, the bit, or the aesthetic.

I used to have Official Good Omens Mascot on the title of my blog, and I removed it because I'm not as involved in the fandom as I used to be, but I will always, always be grateful to it because it let me find myself and my family. Fuck Neil Gaiman, and believe the victims.

I'm not the best at replying to messages, but I promise I'm always thinking about you. I am a patchwork quilt of everyone and everything that I've ever been and I've ever loved.

Look, hope -> 🔅

[gay-hrithik-roshan]

i humbly apologise that my posts are even less cool than usual it's the heatwave

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Smoking hot takes right off the pan what's there to apologise for

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

cultures that do an afternoon nap are OBJECTIVELY CORRECT and the world should be learning from them

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

you've heard of the spanish siesta now get ready for places like Vietnam where it's commonplace to see workers pull out a mattress & take an afternoon nap on the office/store floor. very powerful way to roll. give kindergarten-style naptime BACK to the people ✊

[bogleech]

Does tumblr know about that Papa Johns sauce bottle pissing everyone off on all the other social media?

Its for a good reason but it's kind of also undeniably funny. It really looks like that.

[kisaxiii]

Literally saw it at work last night and didn’t notice. I did take a picture and just checked and yeah, it’s real

[bogleech]

Yeah even if you have perfect color vision the "flavored" is invisible depending on the ambient lighting, I couldn't believe the audacity???

[tramtheram]

if its not super clear, It says Flavored between the Garlic and Sauce.

I had to check like 3 times and squint.

that's insane.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Also the badge thing that says "Papa John's special Garlic dipping sauce" too has fucking "inspired by" added in tiny text on the circle around it. Hello what

[blackpyrefly]

william the conqueror: i shall take england for normandy and become its king

william the concurrer: i agree

[gay-hrithik-roshan]

the fact that eva stratt decided to pirate all of human history to send with the hail mary and the fact that eridians have a crazy good memory leads me to believe that first second contact is going to be the weirdest fever dream ever for humans.

imagine this alien species you heard so much about, that helped save your planet, finally after years shows up on your doorstep and everyone's like scrambling to get together every scrap of information about eridians that they got from grace to be as welcoming as possible, but when the ship finally lands (you briefly wonder why they chose the ocean but probably it's just easier to land there) these rocks come out in suits perfectly crafted for the atmosphere and gravity, walk up to you and hold out their hand to you. you think, huh, weird that these aliens have the same customs as us humans re handshaking, but reach out to shake their hand anyway. maybe you even actually realise that they might be imitating what they have learned from Grace, but you certainly don't expect it, when, after the pleasantries are over, the alien explains to you that due to the geopolitical situation on earth they elected to land on international waters, they already thought about the difficulties of establishing contact with a planet made up of multiple countries not necessarily working together and thus see the United Nations as a good starting point, but also they have these notes on them if you'd be so kind to distribute them, they just need you email address. you are too shocked to get any words out save for 'hgnk' and instead you hold out your business card with shaking fingers, only to immediately have a panic attack because you just handed a card to someone who cant SEE this has to be the greatest faux pas in the entirety of human history. but the alien seems completely unfazed, almost as if they were expecting it, just facing a weird implement in their suit in the direction of the card, while their other arm is? placing something in your hand? you retract your hand and then stare without comprehending at a rectangle of some sort of material with raised text, which for some reason reads:

E.T.

Human-Eridian Liaison Officer

Human Eridian Liason and Logistics Organisation (HELLO)

E-Mail: [email protected]

you dont know how long you stare at it with a dazed look on your face but as you look up again you have a sudden, visceral feeling that you must have teleported because you are in a room that could be any of the thousands of rooms you have sat in listening to countless of besuited figures droning on about something or another but last you checked you were IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING OCEAN and the ship you arrived in most certainly hadnt had this kind of equipment and what even is going on and this certainly looks like the common conference room but for some reason the material you're sitting on feels weirdly alien and HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS ROCK ALIEN JUST STARTED A POWER POINT PRESENTATION

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hello maggots I love you all!! After the trans poem I wrote a lot of people sent me asks and comments about how it gave them hope, especially Indian queer people, and I can't reply to all of them at the moment (although I love reading them, they make my day) but I just wanted to repeat: You are not alone.

There will be grief, and anger, and helplessness, all of which are valid and justified and right. It's a fucking awful state of affairs out there. It's scary and it is unfair. That is undeniable.

There is also joy, and love, and kindness. If not someone else's, then your own. There is hope even in the shittiest of places. There are moments when you feel like you are yourself, when people see you for who you are, when you find a friend or you look in the mirror and smile, when you have your favourite food for lunch and when a dog wags its tail at you.

All of this exists at the same time. Be angry, be happy, be tired, be kind. Hope makes it easier to fight, joy gives you something to fight for. Sometimes the greatest act of defiance is knowing that you are worthy of living when the world tries to tell you that you are not.

I love you. You are not alone.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

if you want to see how fast something can change from a "right" to a "privilege" in people's minds, try suggesting it should be extended to children, immigrants, and prisoners

[anarchistmemedistro]

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

“i also choose this guy’s dead wife” was easily the #1 funniest thing to ever be written on the internet.

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

you can know the punchline but you can’t stop it from punching you.

[mighty-meerkat]

i do also feel the need to add that phil8248 really liked the joke. he said his wife had always had a dark sense of humour, even about her illness and death, and seeing the joke made him feel like he was laughing with her one last time.

[moonlitstargazer]

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hey um queer desi people if you think you're alone, i promise you're not. i'm here, we're here, and we exist. i love you.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Happy pride month my loves. We are not invisible. We are not brainwashed by Western propaganda. We're just us. Queer and alive. Stay alive. You are not alone. Even though it may feel like it.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Just got my first testosterone shot!! There is hope. You are never, ever alone. And you are seen and loved for who you are, I promise. I found my way and you'll find yours, together.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

sonnet of midsummer (i love you mon âme)

@random-doctor-on-the-internet I am putting the sonnet here because I want the world to know how much I love you and how wonderful you are and how grateful I am to be your best friend and partner. Happy Solstice, moi dorogoi, there is no sun that shines brighter than you.

Why is midsummer so worshipp’d by me? I sit in darkness, writing of the sun. The longest day—it has not yet begun—  And yet—some enchantment I do perceive. In tropical lands, evergreen are trees,  And equal courses day and night do run, I have but few more hours in this one—  And yet—some spell defies this symmetry.

The sunflowers and I turn our heads to thee, The magic—it is thine, oh, my Delight—  Belov’d are letters in thy envelopes, The rainbow of thy smile is poetry—  Adorning Litha with thy faery lights And by their glow, you seem to say, ‘Look, hope!’

Yours, for every Solstice that shall follow, Asmi

[aeschylus-stan-account]

reblog this to place a small, rotund ceramic animal in the palm of the person you reblogged it from

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

No thoughts in my head just thinking about this fucking sketch Branwell Bronte made the year he died like PLEASE WHAT IS THIS AKFJHJDFKAHF

The text reads:

"Jack Shaw the guardsman and Jack painter of norfolk,"

question - "the half minute time is up, so come to the scratch; won't you?"

answer  - "Blast your eyes,  it's no use, for I cannot come!"

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but the doctor down the street who gives me my T shots in a clinic so small that it's just two rooms was excited for me when she said my voice had dropped yes, India made legal gender change impossible but the receptionist who could see that I was a man didn't bat an eyelash when I asked to see the gynecologist and called me sir when he asked how I wanted to pay yes, India made legal gender change impossible but the barber cuts my hair exactly how I want it and never gave me strange looks for being in a men's salon not even back when I didn't pass as one

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but my friends have always gendered me correctly and stick to it even when it confuses other people and my friend's little sibling calls me older brother in Kannada yes, India made legal gender change impossible but my dog learned my new name quicker than the humans and she runs to give me a kiss when she's told to without being confused about who's being referred to

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but I can feel the Adam's apple growing in my throat and my muscles getting stronger, and my smile more real and I'm growing a beard, and I talk more freely

yes, India made legal gender change impossible but I'm here, and I'm alive, and so are you and there are good people, people who care and don't let them make you forget that-- you are not alone.

[whisperingsoup]

this poem and other posts like it help remind me that, as much as I dislike parts of myself, there are people all over the world who are working so hard to gain those traits for themselves. Fighting against government policy, logistics restrictions, economic hardships and so much more, in order to embody some traits I take for granted. Thank you. I hope you transform yourself into the man you wish to be, and I wish you only happiness.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down

[alettertofutureme]

History is not done with us yet my friend

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit

[soycrates]

Gentrification creates a stifling homogeneity in urban areas that makes it less suited for the everyday lives of the lower class and more suited towards the leisure and tourism of those with expendable income.

An old, decrepit laundromat gets replaced by an upscale bakery? And people are mad? It’s not that the poor hate organic vegan cupcakes, it’s that most of us don’t have a way to do laundry in our own home.

Run-down corner stores replaced by hand-made designer clothing boutiques? We don’t hate your eco-fabric shawl, but I can’t eat that for dinner after work like I could have a can of beans I grabbed from that corner store when I don’t have time to take the bus to the real grocery store after work.

What gentrification brings in and of itself is not typically bad, it’s that gentrification brings institutions of leisure and pleasure and makes it so that the poor have to go farther out of their way for basic necessities. It turns low-income living spaces into local tourist attractions. It can even create food deserts by putting restaurants, grocery stores, etc. in that the majority of the lower class cannot afford.

Imagine if someone totally renovated your house and turned it into a mini theme park - they took away your sleeping space, where you prepare food, where you clean yourself and get ready for your day, and replaced it with things that will please people who are visiting, who have their own homes they can go back to, who are here not for their entire life but just as a distraction from their otherwise mundane existence. It’s not that you hate theme parks, it’s not like you’ve never been to a theme park and vow to never visit one again. It’s just that you need to live! To survive! And the leisure of those who have more than you should not invalidate your existence.

[soycrates]

I am glad this has made the rounds. Some people feel a dense misunderstanding or misinterpretation concerning gentrification, and I think it helps to hear a description/explanation of what gentrification is from those who are both affected by it and educated by the culture from which it hails. I and many others enjoy some of the delights of gentrification while simultaneously having their livelihoods threatened by it. 

[dragon-in-a-fez]

"you don't know what you have until you lose it" works for things that suck too btw. sometimes you need to experience life without something for a while to realise oh damn that was some bullshit

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Me every time I clean my house and get to live in a clean house for a bit