When Barbie looks at her creator and asks to become human, and Ruth tells her “you don’t need my permission” and tells her to just feel it. The idea that you look at your god and say “can I change please” and they say back “you don’t need to ask me to change, all you have to do is feel what you are.” My trans little heart sang.
This has the same energy as a writer desperately trying to make their insanely cool but devastatingly off the wall plot point work with the rest of the story
will never get over the fact that we can love people despite there being countries between us. we can miss people we’ve never seen in person. we can connect and bond over hundreds of things without ever needing to be in each others physical presence. we can have half the globe between us and love never falters.
of course you have a full suit of armour both marking you as the romantic ideal of masculinity and obscuring your body so completely that your sex loses importance when signifying your gender and class. and pronouns
yes i go out of my way to drive safely around bicyclists, no i dont care about their human lives, i know the fucking perverts are desperately slavering to be slammed and crushed by the beautiful steel of an automobile, trembling and hot with death-drive that only the merciless fenders of my foreverially dealerplated altima can answer, and i simply refuse to give them release.
I’m stuck between being depressed wanting to be brooding angsty but also wanting to laugh at the funny hahas the little gay people in my puter keep posting
This truly is a situation
another flop post, I truly am the best girlblogger on this website
a post not going viral within 20 minutes is not a flop i think ur too used to instant explosions girlie
you say this, yet the post still hasn’t blown up. So I win once again
I mean its at a hundred notes already,its getting there
hey hey hey, you can’t do this to me
:)
CEASE
you want another around of reblogs
no, but I assume that’s not gonna deter you
despite everyone’s best efforts, my shoddy depression post still hasn’t gotten over 1k notes.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE FAILED, TUMBLR?
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW THAT YOUR COLLECTIVE DETERMINATION MEANS NOTHING?
Sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the reblogs :3
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.
it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.
tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.
do not do this.
Unanimous consensus: Do not do this
Other people: Hold on I’m about to do this
Rip to y'all, but I’m built different. Trying this tonight
Best I can do with what I have (I’m at work rn)
Oh that is a… fascinating smell
Don’t do this
I DID IT
it seemed harmless enough, taking sour gummies, mixing them in a bowl full of energy drink. i figured i didnt want to invest too much in a bad idea, so i just chose some $1 packs of gummies and a 99 cent energy drink. seemed harmless enough. when i looked at other pictures of battery acid, it was always white, and bubbled up. i began to grow mildly concerned, as the white bubbles created by my acid was only miniscule, and didnt have as much puncture. maybe it was the lack of a sour content? maybe a lack of sugar? the reason was beyond me, i was just mildly dissapointed. that had been the first step. make the food. the second step? actually eating it. this was where the fun i guess sort of began, hearing people on the internet go “Im gonna do this” rapidly followed by “DONT DO THIS” without any significant, clear cut explanation? for dumbasses like me its a challenge. now i have to do it. i spun my cereal around, getting a nice dissolve going in my bowl, ensuring a clean scoop as i unhinged my jaw and pulled a string into my mouth. an overwhelmingly delicious flavor hit me, sweetness filling my tongue as my face shifted from enojyment to horror as an unescapable, painful sensastion of pure sour quickly replaced the sweetness as it filled my tongue, cheeks, and mind. it had multiple layers of damage, dehydration, pyschic. etc. i forced myself to continue chewing, realizing that the spaghetti sour gummies were now thick and tough, the chewiness now making the pain in my mouth last significantly longer. my fave immedaitely scrunched up.
making this face in agony as i fought the pure pain away. i continuted. i felt like that scene with the sour fruit from chowder. my body was going to cave into itself from the pure sourness. i felt like my cheeks and lips were hit with a full botox all at once. as i swallowed, my throat hit my stomach. I could finally relax. Within minutes, the sore, raw feeling hit the inside of my mouth as my face felt stiff, my stomach churning with uncertainty. and this was only the first bite. I have fair reason to believe that it is a mixed experience. the gummies being the most unimaginably sour thing you could think of, combined with the now overly sweet taste of the energy drink, combined into a sad cereal-like conglomerate. i persisted, consuming the bowl in mixed of pain and pleasure, like a sick masochistic tango between the black and white uncertainties of the world. each chew was agonizing, the dehydration hitting the inside of my mouth as the increasing realization that water was leaving my body bite by bite. i curse myself, knowing that Krash would kill me if they saw what i was doing. my stomach churned as a bump hit my intestines, and i realized something. I just ate a bowl of pure sugar. and I’m diabetic. Im probably going to clock out, if the concoction doesnt hit my intestines in such a way that hospitalizes me at that point. maybe i was not the ideal test subject because my health is shit. specifically my digestive health. i will need someone to test on later that does not suffer what i do. i persisted, my breath now faint with tuna from the sushi and ramen i had earlier today. my intestines began to churn again. my body does not like this. truth be told, the drinking was immaculate. the sour gummies were the monstrosity, similar to frankenstein and adam, a best of unfathomable persistence, and a creature that did not ask to be born, only to be love. both sensations are overwhelming. This is definitely going to fuck me up. as i lay here dying typing, I stir the last of my bowl, and i chug it. my mouth now numb from seemingly irreversible damage, i no longer taste the sour and sweet. my stomach continues to churn. i believe my toilet may have some words to say about my life choices shortly. as well as my endocrinologist. im taking my final stir. my final chug, as i see the pieces break apart at the slighted touch of my fork.
I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I’m like. Wow. I get it.
I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They’re happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I’d fight a wolf for these guys. I’d go way the Hell out of my way for them. I’d carry their young for miles on my own back.
nearly 80k reblogs and how many of you eat lamb
The ancient shepherds I’m referencing also ate lamb lol
And even if say we didnt eat them wool is the best sustainable cold weather textile there is.
here you go. here you fucking go. here are the fruits of my labors. wally sitting in a fucking chair. do you know how fucking long it took me to get wally to sit in that fucking chair at that fucking desk? do you know how god damn long it took me to make this picture, of wally sitting in a fucking chair? it took me over 8 hours over the course of two fucking days to sit wally in that fucking chair. i never want to talk about this again. i hate this program. i hate all programs that i had to use to make this picture. do you know how many fucking programs it took to make this picture? over 10. 10 fucking programs to make this fucking picture of wally sitting at a fucking desk. i hate all of them. every single fucking one of them contributed to these two days of mindless misery. i regret every second i spent trying to make anything with this program. there are three models in that picture and i made none of them and it still took two fucking days to get this shit to work together so i could make wally sit in a fucking chair. art is fake and dead i hate art every single pencil will burn in the fiery pits of hell
you should tweak the pose to make it look more natural
high fantasy setting where its a popular superstition (how much of it is actually accurate is up to u) that saying the name of any kind of inhuman mischief-bringer will summon them (speak of the devil and so on).
in most places its still common practice to use the regular respectful euphemisms: fair folk, good neighbors, etc. but somewhere down the line the folks in this particular area got kinda sick of being so formal about these creatures, so now its local practice to just aggressively mispronounce their names.
now instead of goblins gremlins and demons theyve got stories of gerblins gemmins and dimmons.
i’m gonna miss music so much when i die. how will i discover new music. will my soul come back to earth from time to time to see what songs are playing. is there music on other planets. can i still make playlists
I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I’m like. Wow. I get it.
I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They’re happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I’d fight a wolf for these guys. I’d go way the Hell out of my way for them. I’d carry their young for miles on my own back.
nearly 80k reblogs and how many of you eat lamb
The ancient shepherds I’m referencing also ate lamb lol
And even if say we didnt eat them wool is the best sustainable cold weather textile there is.
if I were a waitress I’d have a hard time because instead of saying “can I top you?” to women when their glass is nearly empty I’d ask “wanna take me home and make me your bitch?” and then th
Some of you fuckers need to learn self control
I need to be controlled by a woman
“Then get married!” Answered the 70 year old conservative man.
From a historical website about the history of Saris, from a person WHO MAKES THEM FOR A LIVING
“Visitors seduced by the vibrancy and mythology of saris can shop for one to take home. Unlike other traditional garments in some cultures, the sari isn’t reserved for people of one nationality or set of beliefs. “I don’t think it’s disrespectful for Westerners to wear a sari,” says Chishti. “It’s more of an honor.” There is nothing wrong with sewing a dazzling one into a skirt or displaying it like art on a wall, says Sethi.“
Website 2 - a website dedicated to asking “is wearing them disrepectful?”
Is it disrespectful to wear a sari? No, not at all. Based on any occasion, as a daily wear, when you are not Indian and irrespective of religion, it is never disrespectful to wear a sari. In fact, it enhances the situation particularly if you are attending an Indian wedding. In cases where a theme is already set and hosts do expect certain culture, check with hosts before wearing.
Website 3 - Google’s Arts and Culture website, dedicate to educating people about different things around the globe concerning art and culture
5. The sari is easy to wear – and can be worn by anyone
Wearing a sari is more akin to making a sandwich or sending an email than making a soufflé or launching a rocket. It has the appearance and reputation of being difficult to wear, but ask any one of the millions of women who wear one every day – it’s not. The sari transcends socio-economic divisions and is seen as an egalitarian garment…It can’t speak on behalf of all India but 95% of our survey suggested that {people from India} are open to anyone wearing saris.
(sari vs saree for reference sake is just a matter of preference for spelling).
Literally the only people fake outraged by this (I call it fake outrage because people only get “mad” about it when they see people online but totally forget aobut it in everyday life otherwise) are white girls on twitter, tumblr, and other social medias believing they are “coming in and saving the day on behalf of people from India”. STOP THE WHITE KNIGHTING.
For starters, Saris have over 100 different ways to wear them. To buy them traditionally tends to be very rare and expensive because of how hard it is to make these garments. Second, they’re becoming more common in areas close to India, like Sri Lanka.
Also, also, according to Hinduism reincarnation beliefs, we have the ability to reincarnate into any person on this Earth, so any skin color. Some people wear them to show their pride in Hinduism. Some wear it to honor India ancestors. Some wear it just because it is a beautiful piece of fabric.
Like anything, wear it with respect. Wear it with pride.
Reminding people again that you cannot steal what is freely given. It’s not appropriation if someone within the culture is like “here ya go, try this!”. I get that wearing stuff like a sari feels like you’re an impostor but the way to deal with that is to just do the thing that makes you uncomfortable.
I used to live in a city with a large Desi population, and loved going into the local shops to see the gorgeous clothing (and to buy silk fabric and ready-made trim!). I showed interest in a lehenga choli set and the ladies working there were. Thrilled. I ended up spending well over an hour trying on different ones because they were just bringing them over one after another, narrowing down the style and colors that would be flattering on me, showing me how to wear it properly.
I wore the one I chose to a convention, and encountered an Indian woman running a henna booth and selling some jewelry. At first I felt kind of embarrassed, like an imposter. (Should I (Latinx) be wearing this?) But she was also thrilled to see someone wearing clothing from her culture, and just… gave me a maang tikka, because it went so well with the outfit. (I ended up purchasing the necklace that went with it, so maybe it was a shrewd business move, ahaha)
It’s the same with kimono, people from Japan are so excited to see an American properly wearing one, even ‘just’ a yukata.
Appropriation is stealing cultural designs and motifs for your mass-produced fast fashion, taking money away from their artisans and devaluing their product. Appropriation is trying to divorce clothing from its cultural roots.
So long as it is common clothing (not sacred or having a special meaning), and as long as it is worn with respect (preferably sourced directly from the culture it comes from), we should be enjoying the beauty of other cultures by wearing it on our bodies. Sharing is not appropriation!
It’s important to recognize problematic appropriation but that does not mean we need to segregate every aspect of culture into neat racial categories
The fact that artists can spawn memes that people keep using and it doesn’t really increase awareness of them at all is kinda sad, I see people regularly mindblown that these and around a dozen other memes are all just from the webcomic Gunshow
I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You don’t have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and don’t speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator
you’ll get an endless streaming of songs (ad free!).
I personally found myself loving 1970s Ghana, Senegal and Cote d’Ivoire!
Also 1920s and 1970s Japan for sure! Cambodian music:
spectacular. Love Armenia and Mali as well. I’ve been told 70s Germany is weird and 30s
Algeria is cool but I haven’t gotten around to those yet.
Italy’s 1960s is bomb ofc but I’m biased ;)
