The Cardigan System

Hi! We are Kathleen & Winona, the Cardigan System. she/her and it/she/pup for each of us respectively! We're 33, a writer, a game designer, and a transsexual menace. Posts tagged with an aspect are from that aspect. Posts not tagged with an aspect are from us both.

[zaftikat]

Puppy pinball update: These bitches played pinball in a pencil skirt and wedges.

(Ref [Img 1] for ID) We went to Belles and Chimes Toronto last night and had an absolute blast! It was so cool to get the chance to have fun playing pinball with other women. The group was so lovely and so friendly, and we felt genuinely rejuvenated by it. It was magic.

Now for the pinball part:

We placed T-7 out of 10, with 18 total points in a 4-2-1-0 scoring system across 9 games. Mathematically, that means we averaged 2nd place in our games, which is rad! Really, what happened was we won 3 games, which was a HUGE thrill. 2 fourths, 2 seconds, and 2 thirds rounded out a very delightful night! We managed to get pics of all of our wins: Attack from Mars (Bally/Williams 1993) 1,323,387,530

(ref [Img 2] for ID) John Wick Pro (Stern 2024) 3,817,760

(ref [Img 3] for ID) Jurassic Park Pro (Stern 2019) 25,495,560

(Ref [Img 4] for ID) I can't wait for next month's tournament!

Image ID Zone

[Img 1] The cardigan system pictured from a high angle selfie shot. Her eyes are a greyish colour in the pink and red tinged light, and she's wearing a white floral pattern blouse with taupe flowers on it, and a bright red pencil skirt. Her eyes have lightly winged liner, and mascara adorning them. Her ears have trans pride Lego earrings in them. Visible on her arm is an Aurebesh tattoo that says "make brave and heroic decisions. [Img 2] A photo of the results screen from Attack From Mars. It is a dot matrix display in green. P1 has scored 617,582,660. P2 has scored 1,323,387,530. P3 has scored 1,167,241,860.

[Img 3] A photo of the results screen for John Wick (Pro). It is an LCD showing the scores of 4 players and one of the coins from the film franchise as the background. P1 has scored 1,978,360. P2 has scored 2,013,670. P3 has scored 2,295,390. P4 has scored 3,817,760

[Img 4] A photo of the results screen for Jurassic Park (Pro). It is an LCD showing the scores for three players and an empty dinosaur paddock stylized from the film franchise as the background. P1 has scored 25,002,180. P2 has scored 25,495,560. P3 has scored 12,069,900 (nice).

[paverics]

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

[paverics]

comedians can only dream of writing something this funny

[maja-paja]

[pixeljade]

more than anything i want a world where a trans girl realizing she is a trans girl faces zero fear from that realization and subsequent coming out. Where she can say "Oh sweet, I can just be a girl? Sign me up!", no worrying if shes girl enough, no worrying if society will accept her, no worrying if she'll be an attractive girl as she transitions, no worrying at all in any way shape or form.

[mysillycomics]

how to have a sturgeon summer:

1. be quite large

2. use your barbels to find prey among the gravel along the bottom of the river

3. extend your siphon-like mouth to eat small fish, shellfish, and crustaceans

4. launch yourself out of the water and make a big splash just for fun

5. show off them scutes!

you can now enjoy your sturgeon summer

[demilypyro]

having free control over our endrocrine systems and the ability to change our genitals is currently inextricably tied to trans rights, and for good reason, but frankly i don't think it even needs to be. it should just be a matter of bodily autonomy, and that should be universal. if a cis dude wants tits and a pussy i think that would be fine. if cis women want a dick or nothing at all that should be allowed i think. people shouldn't need to be transgender to be allowed to change their bodies. free the nipple, enlarge the nipple, remove the nipple. whatever the fuck you want. i dont know if there's a term for this belief but i hold it very strongly. everybody biohack yourselves NOW

[innerchildabortionclinic]

interesting kink assortment on the dash

[queer-as-city-folk]

People don't really get the feminism is a byproduct of the industrial revolution giving women the time and freedom to fight for their rights.

[hungwy]

*strapped to a chair, staring at a screen*

Me: uhhh... white shirt

*I flail in my restraints as electric shocks race through my body*

Intercom: the oversized beige cowboy snoopy shirt was optimal for this outfit. next.

*screen changes*

Me: uhh... ummm... baseball cap

Intercom: which one?

Me: uhhh... Plain black one

*I'm zapped again, longer this time*

Intercom: the denim snoopy baseball cap was optimal for this outfit. Remember, three times in a row and you will fail the test. next.

*screen changes*

Me: *squinting through the sweat dripping into my eyes* D-dress shirt with a little snoopy over the pocket?

Intercom: good. The embroidered snoopy dress shirt shows you mean business but in a fun, approachable way. Next.

[free-and-to-none-accountable]

[standwithdaanes]

[rainydaymay]

Being high has me saying things like “I like friends” as if it’s some profound relization

[creepymutelilbugger]

a puff of truthweed will have your breath carry only the undeniable

[sr-roto]

[mollyjames]

Instant (Financial) Loss

[pointless-letters]

One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.

[pointless-letters]

57th anniversary of the moon landing and the best diary entry in the history of diary entries. Sit down Samuel Pepys, it’s over. UGH.

[sado-fiend]

The hose hung right under the light, and taunted you.

The whole basement anchored at that point. It was barely more than a thin, slanted hallway from the stairs to the standing rack of implements, which sat squat above the drain. The sole light, an ancient and groaning sodium bulb, hung in the doorway, illuminating the coiled hose hung to its left.

And you, stuck in the middle.

You'd learned your chain leash, from your collar to the bolt the floor, had been precisely measured to keep both the "toys" (which you fantasized about bludgeoning them to death with) and the hose (which you thought you could at least gnaw a hole in) just at fingertips reach.

Every morning began with the hose. They came down the silent stone steps, took the end, and turned its ice spray on you.

You had tried several things to make it bearable.

The thin cotton blanket was no protection, and you'd learned early on to not try to hide behind it. That only lengthened the experience, and they would refuse to replace it that night, which made both sleep and waking miserable, rather than just waking.

You'd tried learning to wake up before, to deny them the pleasure of shocking you awake. You were sure, but unable to prove, that they alternated wakeup times by 10 or 30 minutes, some fucking number, just enough that it always startled you.

There was a spell where you managed to pretend to be used to it. After an initial, inevitable squeal, you sat up straight and bore it with a quiet grimace and defiant stare. No screaming. You could tell it bothered them, even behind the bored and creepy smile they always wore. It worked for a victorious three days, until you found yourself awoken by your captor swaddled and masked, head to toe, holding a bucket of dust. Itching powder, you learned. Painfully learned.

There was no normal daily routine after that - they turned, and left. You spent 24 hours howling, pleading, clawing yourself raw and begging for the hose. You wished you could forget the things you said, what you offered. Pleading for a chance to lick the water off of the floor, off their boots, for them to piss on you even, anything! After they had given you the cold mercy of the hose, they made you keep each one.

The hose taunted you. You tried to be grateful it wasn't something worse.

[havingapoemwithyou]

 make out sonnet by F. Douglas Brown

[desmolbean404]

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