call me a jealous hater but it makes me so mad that i will never ever be able to sleep as comfortably as a little kitty cat, there’s too many bones in me!! even at my most comfy i will never get on their level
maybe i’m just a commie but i think people shouldn’t be at risk of homelessness if they’re in between jobs
actually y’know what
this post really brought out the most batshit angry takes i’ve ever had the displeasure of reading. truly depressing lives you people lead. when the white hot turmoil inside you consumes you will you even feel it
If you are ever thinking of an autistic person and say to yourself “I never really have to make any/many accomodations for them.”
Yeah.
That is because WE are the ones making the accomodations for YOU.
You always hear about how we need all this support and patience but no one ever talks about the sacrafices ASD people make for he NTs in our lives that they never even see or know about.
Oh, you think I am “well spoken?” Thats cuz i spent a ridiculous amount of time rehearsing my lines and facial expressions to make sure they meet your liking.
I don’t seem to have any sensory issues? My guy, i have nerve damage from raw dogging the pain. You ever watch a lactose intolerant person eat dairy? They aint gonna shit their pants in front of you. You dont have to follow them into he bathroom to believe them.
Oh you mean you dont remember me ever having a meltdown? I locked myself on the bathroom to have my “temper tantrums” in private since i was 5 years old.
You think I dont stim? Let me roll up my sleeves and show you the gashes and scars from clawing myself under my shirt. The inside of my mouth looks like a crime scene. I can taste the blood. You cant. I would much rather be “squirming” or wearing very strong perfume but i know that bothers people so i find another way.
You think i am “smart?” Yeah i might be, but that is because i am constantly using my problem solving skills to quietly and covertly solve problems i am not “supposed” to have. Problems that would never even occur to you. Problems you would never even know about because i am fucking terrified of what people would say if they knew it takes me 3 hours to get dressed and shower sometimes.
I have given myself perminant nerve damage just because i was afraid to make other people even a little uncomfy.
You understand body language because it comes naturally to you.
I understand body language because it comes naturally to you.
man, fuck baulder’s gate. this city sucks. why would anyone want to live here? i went for a nice walk on the beach and i got jumped by a gang of frogmen. aint nowere safe in this bitch. somethin always happining in this fuck of a city. hate this place. fuck. fuuuuuk. fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk.
so guys turns out that being raised by queer people alienates me from the queer experience. probably not a good thing
i genuinely have not experienced most of the “defining” moments yall talk about.
i never came out to my parents because my parents never assumed i was cishet.
i never did an “am i gay?” quiz because i knew the answer didn’t matter, really.
i never “found out” about trans people, my parent has identified as gender neutral my entire life.
i never cried or even felt any big emotions when i found out i was queer. it was just like huh. cool.
my point here is not that i’m sad about having grown up in a queer-friendly enviroment. my point is that the fact that i don’t relate to queer experiences as a queer person might imply that we still define queerness based on suffering.
i’m not saying that queer people who have suffered should stop talking about it. all i’m really saying is that if you want to define queerness based on joy instead of misery, you have to accept that queerness is not a big deal to everybody. you have to accept that not every queer person is going to relate to “queer experiences”.
At the end of the day, that ^, feels like what a lot of us have been fighting for. A world were it is no big deal. And I’m so happy someone has already gotten to experience that.
but also it is SO SO important that we make sure we are actively TRYING to reframe the queer experience as joy instead if misery because it absolutely sucks ASS that anyone who’s lived a welcoming, openly queer life feels alienated at all on the sole basis of… not… suffering…
so guys turns out that being raised by queer people alienates me from the queer experience. probably not a good thing
i genuinely have not experienced most of the “defining” moments yall talk about.
i never came out to my parents because my parents never assumed i was cishet.
i never did an “am i gay?” quiz because i knew the answer didn’t matter, really.
i never “found out” about trans people, my parent has identified as gender neutral my entire life.
i never cried or even felt any big emotions when i found out i was queer. it was just like huh. cool.
my point here is not that i’m sad about having grown up in a queer-friendly enviroment. my point is that the fact that i don’t relate to queer experiences as a queer person might imply that we still define queerness based on suffering.
i’m not saying that queer people who have suffered should stop talking about it. all i’m really saying is that if you want to define queerness based on joy instead of misery, you have to accept that queerness is not a big deal to everybody. you have to accept that not every queer person is going to relate to “queer experiences”.
At the end of the day, that ^, feels like what a lot of us have been fighting for. A world were it is no big deal. And I’m so happy someone has already gotten to experience that.
but also it is SO SO important that we make sure we are actively TRYING to reframe the queer experience as joy instead if misery because it absolutely sucks ASS that anyone who’s lived a welcoming, openly queer life feels alienated at all on the sole basis of… not… suffering…
Picture a world where businesses are owned and managed by the people who work in them, ensuring fair treatment, job satisfaction, and a share in the profits.
Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.
Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.
Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.
omg if you feel like it you can always ask me random questions. i will answer all, this is literally the most fun thing ever (and i’m nice i promise)
Eventually on my blog , give it a few more days…
Hello, yes, do this to me please, ask me random questions, it’s okay!
Hello, yes, do this
to me please, ask me random
questions, it’s okay!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and a black woman just told a white southern dude to GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER AND DO WHAT SHE TELLS HIM
and she’s correct and just in doing so and everyone including the audience knows it
this was on tv
in the 60s
god i love nichelle nichols so fucking much
It’s great because most younger people today would barely blink at a scene like this, but then you remember what kind of time this was written in, and… bam.
Also remember that DeForest Kelly went along with it. The white southern gentleman could’ve fought the scene, played it tougher …DeForest wasn’t like that. You know he wanted this moment as much as Nichelle did. It’s a beautiful moment that these two deliver perfectly, at the precise cultural moment it would have the best impact.
There is practically nothing about this series I don’t love.
It was written by a man who had the imagination to dream up a world where poverty had been eliminated - where equality was simply a Thing - where an entire world of humanity had found a common thread and had moved from fighting each-other because there was nothing left to fight for (For good reasons rather than dystopian bad ones) and have turned their endless drive toward exploring the universe around them.
It was unapologetic about it’s blatant sociopolitical commentary - it did not shy away from the hard stuff and it didn’t pull punches.
The cast was intentionally diverse. It put women and people of color and political enemies (russians) all together, working together in harmony, toward a common goal without falling back on stereotypes or dehumanizing any of them.
And it was backed and produced by an independently wealthy woman who refused to let this little show fall to the sidelines because big production companies didn’t want it. A little known fact: Lucille Ball, who owned Desilu Productions (Who bought out Desi Arnez’s portion when they divorced), gave Star Trek the green light. Later, she would save the show from certain cancellation by over-riding her own board and keeping the show.
The producers consulted NASA and other scientific pioneers when creating their world - and in turn, the scientific pioneers looked at what Star Trek had come up with and strove toward recreating it.
Science drove Star Trek and Star Trek drove Science.
brown eyes so dark they look black are the best actually and I don’t give a fuck about sunlight hitting them to make them lighter either I want to be consumed by the inky abyss
doing research on people’s preferred formats for how restaurants have their menus displayed online and i’m including responses to the post to send to my boss but um. i don’t think i can include this specific response
I regret to inform you all but my Google drive name at my job is Dirk Strider because that is also my real life legal name in my life
[ID: The original post has a tag reading, “if i have to download a pdf to view your im killing myself in my business’s front window.” The first rb has a Google Docs comment being written by the OP with screen name Dirk Strider. It reads, “ive redacted part of this person’s response but i will just say that this person feels extremely strongly about this topic.” The last rb has 4 tags on it reading, “the name of the google account though lol,” “I’m sorry your name on Google is dirk strider,” “why is your display name with your boss dirk strider?” “wait hang on a minute / this is NOTHING to op using ‘dirk strider’ as a work username,” and “[in caps] your google drive name is dirk strider / like at your JOB??? / damn bro” /end ID]
Technically, Pebbles is right here, but I think it’s about time he got a taste of his own medicine!
This is technically the first true comic strip I’ve done… ever, it seems! I’ve had it in the works for at least a week, and I’m really enjoying how it turned out! It was inspired by a Reddit post I found comparing these two characters, and this silly scene just popped in my head as a result, since that part of the Gourmand campaign where Pebbles makes little side-insults about your weight will never not be amusing to me. Probably requires more context to get than the previous, but I hope you still found it funny!
Also, a headcanon of sorts below, if you want some more serious ideas:
when I was in high school my Nokia phone only had space for one song and the only CD I owned at the time was life in cartoon motion so I chose Grace Kelly. I listened to Grace Kelly on repeat for 45 minutes in the morning and 45 minutes in the afternoon everyday for three years.
Had a dream I saw blog on tumblr with “irradiated blogs DNI” in the description and when I looked through their posts I discovered there were some blogs with “uranium code” in their css that would expose you to literal radiation if you looked at them.
ALT
