everyone. on christmas day, december 25th, we all search up “halloween” to make it a trending search. it would be the FUNNIEST thing ever to see halloween be a trending search on christmas day. tell all your friends, repost this, do everything you can to make sure we can do this. REBLOG AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.
[Begin image description: comic with 4 panels. Panel 1- Title: “Progress Report.” A transfeminine person named Riri undressing in a dressing rooms looks in the mirror in surprise, saying “I have boobs now!”
Caption: coming up on 6 months on HRT, I’ve already noticed some big changes.
Panel 2: 2 people are shown wearing backpacks. The first is a male presenting person looking worried, Riri pre-transition. Dark tentacles spill out of their small backpack, representing anxiety and depression. The second figure is Riri post-transition, femme- presenting and looking calm. They have a bigger backpack with the dark tentacles contained.
Caption: I cry a lot more, but I can handle my emotions so much better, instead of letting them crush me.
Panel 3: post-transition Riri, teary eyed, is in a pose implying they just stopped clutching the sides of their head. Stormclouds roll away in the background. Behind Riri is a line of test tubes, with a new sparkling pink chemical just added to the lineup. Riri says “Oh” in relief.
Caption: It feels like I finally got that one missing chemical my brain chemistry has always needed… my noisy, restless brain can finally calm down.
Panel 4: Riri smiles and hugs themself in blissful euphoria. A bandaid is on their tummy.
Caption: I was so nervous to start HRT, but I feel so much more connected to my body and my emotions now. I love the me I’m becoming. End image description]
Hi I’m Birdy. I am disabled, unemployed, and I have no income. Currently need money for essentials (food, meds, hygiene, etc). I’m currently being housed by a friend, and I plan to move in with my partner in another state once we can afford it.
I stopped reading DNIs because 90% of the time they were just fucking inscrutable to me. I’d go to somebody’s page and it would be like “DNI if you’re a COSLA apologist,” so then I would Google COSLA and it was just like “Welp, either things are really heating up in the Convention of Scottish Local Authorities fandom or I still have no idea what the fuck this person is talking about.” Or “DNI if you identify as ANFO.” Okay, well, I definitely don’t identify as Ammonium Nitrate/Fuel Oil, but that’s probably not what you meant (although hey, maybe you did; I obviously don’t know enough about your views on chemical compounds to outright dispute that option).” Like, you have my blessing to hate whatever obscure fandom pairing or super niche kink group you want, but just know I am embracing ignorance on this one and will not be looking that shit up. Peace.
FUCKING BRING BACK FORUMS. THEY RUN ON BASIC WEB SERVERS. IT JUST NEEDS PHP/MYSQL. THEY STILL EXIST. THEY DEPLOY OUT OF THE BOX. STOP ALLOWING THE MODERN WEB TO MAKE MONOLITHS.
TECH PEOPLE ESPECIALLY. FUCKING RUN YOUR OWN SHIT.
don't use "ftm" it's outdated and offensive. it implies that the trans person was their agab, which we never were. i was always a boy, never a girl who became a boy.
i’m 35 years old. i’ve been IDing as trans or something similar to trans for nearly 20 years. i was probably calling myself FTM while you were playing tag during recess, anon.
i WAS a girl. i IDed as a girl early in my life. i recognized myself as a girl, called myself a girl, lived as a girl, and was a girl. who then IDed as a man. hence, F t M.
spend more time worrying about yourself instead of strangers on the internet, anon.
sorry not sorry if this comes off as needlessly hostile, but i’ve been getting a lot of shit from a lot of teenage trans kids about the language i use to describe my own goddamn experience, and i’m growing real fuckin weary of it.
i have elder trans friends who call themselves transsexuals and transvestites and trannies. are you going to seriously go to a 60-year-old trans person who survived the reagan years and tell her she’s not allowed to use certain language to describe herself because it might offend the delicate sensibilities of some teenager on the internet?
do yourself a favor and log off, find some real-life trans people who are over the age of 20 or 25, and spend time talking to them instead of getting all holier-than-thou at random strangers on tumblr.
It may be weird to encounter because it’s not the trans narrative that the media sells to us as ‘the only valid way to be trans’, but the 'I always knew I was x’ is not all-encompassing.
Anon there are more people than you think who were girls who grew up into men, or boys who grew up into women, or girls or boys who grew up to be nonbinary. There is a rather obscure theory that girl and boy are distinct genders from man and woman and while the most common trajectory is that boys grow into men and girls grow into women it’s not the rule.
Let people define themselves.
also if you think genderfluid people are real and you’re not just humoring us, you by definition have to allow that gender can change over time. I was a girl once. I am not a girl now.
Chiming in with solidarity to OP.
I feel very protective of my former identity BECAUSE there’s so little room in the Mainstream Trans Narrative ™️ for allowing gender to change.
I was a girl. Now I’m genderqueer. Maybe later I will find different words for myself.
There has to be room for all of us in the trans community or there’s no point to any of this.
Ive been here long enough to see words like ftm/mtf, afab/amab, transmale/female, trans man/womanall go through the cycle of ppl telling you to “Dont use X word its out dated. Now use this Y word”. Only for a year or two pass and suddenly “Y word is outdated. Now use Z word” like yall this is exhausting. Just because a word is old doesn’t automatically make it a slur or offensive.
They’re pulling high school clique bullshit out and just replacing 'uncool’ with 'problematic’ and pretending it’s activism somehow. We’re trying to get work done here not everybody is going to keep up with the ever-rotating lexicon of words.
I used to be a member of the commentariat where I learned the phrase
THERE IS NO QUEER REVIEW BOARD
Which has kinda helped me be a bit better at being decent
“this work is problematic because of how it handles [subject]”: reasonable premise for media criticism
“this work is problematic because it depicts [subject]”: do not pass go do not collect $200 this is, as a general rule, a functionally reactionary and conservative argument
I think even more importantly:
“this work is problematic and you should be critical of the viewpoints it presents while engaging with it”: reasonable premise for media criticism
“this work is problematic therefore everyone who engages with it is evil”: do not pass go do not collect $200 this is, as a general rule, a functionally reactionary and conservative argument
every single instance of this post i can find cached on google leads to a deleted post for some insane reason so im gonna just repost the screenshot because ive been thinking about it for days
Fun Fact! Two Weeks Notice is not a REQUIREMENT in any sense of the word. It’s a nicety. A polite gesture, and only polite for the MANAGEMENT because THEY want time to find someone to replace you. They cannot withhold your last paycheck if you refuse to give two weeks notice, and they cannot force you to work the two weeks. Additionally, they cannot report that to any future employers who call them regarding your work history. In fact, they’re not allowed to comment on your performance AT ALL! Legally they are only allowed to confirm that you were an employee during the dates you list - anything else and they open themselves up to civil lawsuits in which they can be sued for damages for any number of reasons. So fuck Two Weeks Notice. if you work for a fucked company, they deserve to get fucked in return.
If you ever feel bad about not giving two weeks’ notice, or like you’re being unprofessional/unfair, think about this:
If your boss fired you, would they give YOU two weeks’ notice? Or would they have you escorted out of the building then and there?
Anything they don’t owe you, you don’t owe them. Fuck ‘em.
Oh these are therapeutic
I’d just like to add a classic:
Recently quit my job with a whole lot of fuckery going on surrounding it, but I wanted to be professional and give my two weeks instead they told me your done at the end of the current week. I had a coworker who I was quitting with who submitted their letter at the same time who was kept for the full two weeks they said they were staying. Fuck two weeks notice. Just get the fuck out when you’re ready and make sure you’re taken care of.
My last job tried to whine about my lack of two weeks notice. I ended up giving a 13 day notice because I wanted my birthday off before I started my new job. My boss tried REALLY hard to guilt trip me. I laughed
i don’t understand a single sentence in this and i’m ok with that
I haven’t stopped saying “it’s called quantum jumping, babe”
I would genuinely like to know who to blame for making these children so disconnected from the concept of imagination that they think the simpler explanation for what they’re doing is that they’re projecting their consciousness into one of infinite realities where fictional characters are real.
“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
“bigger idiots than me have done it” is a phrase I live by
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.
Shit dude yall are cursed
I love this thread
I’ve had several experiences like this and if you ask my family, it’s because we were cursed by a witch several generations back. But! Highlights include:
My great grandmother died when I was very young (like four years old). I told my parents that she had come to say goodbye to me before leaving. I knew she was dead before they did.
Sharing dreams was mentioned and while I’ve never had the same dream at the same time as someone else, I have regularly had dreams about a woman named Faith. For years, I didn’t tell anyone about her bc tbh she kind of creeps me out and is soothing in equal parts. Come to find out, my dad also has dreams with Faith in them and his dreams involving her deal a lot with death, like mine do.
Every house I’ve lived in since I was a child has been haunted, but they haven’t all started out that way. My grandmother thinks it is the family that is haunted, not the places. (There’s that family curse coming back in to play.)
I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since childhood involving running through a city with cobblestone streets as a child along with several others. By the end of the nightmare, me and all the children have died. The first time I had this nightmare, I woke up crying and saying that everyone had died again and I still couldn’t stop it.
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend I called “Woo Woo”. He was very tall, had no hair, and typically dressed in red. I never thought anything about this after getting older until I was babysitting my little cousin (who was five or six at them time) and she told me that Woo Woo had told her to tell me he said hello and was sorry he couldn’t visit like he used to. I had never told her about Woo Woo.
my family also has a bunch of these stories
I predicted 9/11 when I was 3 because I had a recurring nightmare two nights in a row in the days before the attack and wouldnt stop trying to warn my family about it
also when I was 3 my mom woke up in the middle of the night to me talking in my sleep in her bed saying goodbye to my dad who had passed away earlier that day
I insisted I was my mom’s grandmother for a long time as a child, saying that I was both her daughter and her grandmother
my mom’s first husband woke up from a dead sleep from a nightmare and woke her up and asked about her sister bc he had a bad feeling. 2 minutes later the phone rings and it’s a police officer notifying my mom of the sudden death of her sister in a car crash that evening
my mom lost her family pearls when I was about 10 so naturally she accused me or my friends of stealing them, but I insisted that none of us would have. she called her friend who was a psychic who sometimes consulted with the police in the area and her friend was like “I see your pearls in some dark powder under cloth, like towels” and my mom was like “well that’s not much help.” 3 months later my dad finds them outside in the garage under some rags, coated in some black cleaning powder that had gotten knocked over. no one knows how they got there.
up until I was about 12 I had a regularly recurring dream that I was running in a wetland during sunrise with a group of people. it was always very blurry and more of a feeling than actually seeing it but the person to my right had red fabric on their sleeve and was carrying what might have been a musket. I still have that dream but it only happens once or twice a year, if that
I’ve had a bunch of dreams involving being with people I know but can never remember when I wake up/running both to and from things in a city/being very very angry and feeling lost and they all feel connected but they’ve gotten less common
when I was little I lived at chesapeake bay in norfolk, virginia which, fun fact, is surrounded by wetlands, and once when we were at the beach I apparently looked out at the bay and then at my mom and said, dead serious, “they’re gonna come help us”. my mom asked what I meant. I didn’t answer bc I wanted to play in the sand
that area is basically one big american revolutionary war site, just for the record, and the french came in to help the colonists
we occasionally still go over to that area, mainly because of the amusement parks/school trips, and every time we leave I have this godawful ripping sense of loss, like there’s still something there for me and I’m leaving it behind
- when my one cousin was little he was filling out a worksheet or something that asked ‘what is your earliest memory?’ and he said he remembered being on a boat with Jesus looking at a family on the beach, described his father’s 12 year old self perfectly, and described a sand sculpture our grandfather had made in great detail (he was an artist, but died waaay before this cousin was born and like half the family pictures are missing so there’s really no way he could’ve known about one specific art piece out of thousands, and get the dates right), and he apparently told Jesus that was the family he wanted to be born into, which like….🥺
- when I was little I saw a dog and said something like ‘that look’s like taffy!’ (my mother’s childhood dog) and she asked me how I knew that and I said ‘I saw her with grandpa in your tummy, duh!’ and she asked me what her father looked like and I said ‘I don’t know, he was blocking the light’ (he died when she was pregnant). she told her mother about it and they pressed me for more details, and I ended up describing what I remembered him wearing- which turned out to be the outfit he was buried in, that was bought specifically for the burial so I couldn’t have seen in pictures. my grandmom fully left when she heard that and wouldn’t babysit me for a couple days lol
- I once had a very vivid, very long nightmare where I was trapped in this…museum, or mansion, with a team of people, and we were being hunted down by a lion. this itself would’ve been bad enough, but in the dream I also had a young (5-7?) daughter named Ingrid, and I spent the entire dream absolutely terrified of something happening to her. I woke up, very suddenly, before the dream concluded, and I was hit with this indescribable feeling of loss because I had no idea where Ingrid was or if she was alright. It took me like half an hour to even realize she wasn’t real and I was in my house. Even after I realized that I still couldn’t calm down because she felt real and I had to find out what happened to her. I spent the whole morning crying and was depressed for weeks. sometimes I still wake up groggy thinking ‘where’s my daughter!!’ and uh! it’s really stressful!
- I also have a tendency to get hurt in dreams?? It’s not as bad as when I was a teenager- back then, I used to have recurring dreams where I’d get attacked by a tiger, and I’d wake up feeling excruciating pain wherever the tiger had got me. Like, he bit my leg? And I’d wake up fully taken over by leg pain, sometime it would take 15 minutes to half an hour to go away. I one time had a dream where I got shot in the neck and felt myself slowly drowning in blood until I woke up. If I get hit for whatever reason in a dream I usually feel it. Actually, I’ve had a shoulder injury for a few months now (it’s literally just Not Healing rip) but I literally got it in a dream. I don’t remember how it happened but I did something in the dream that really fucked up my shoulder and when I woke up it still hurt so much I couldn’t move it…and I wasn’t even laying on that side! there was no sign that I had been moving too much in my sleep, and I actually woke up because the pain was increasing when…there was nothing physically there hurting it. idk man
- my mom weirdly prophesizes pregnancies in the family. she’ll have a dream that a relative gives birth to ‘twin babies born without brains’ and then, within weeks that same relative is announcing they’re pregnant (luckily, all of them have been single babies with brains included lmao)
- I had an imaginary friend when I was little that was Probably a ghost, but she was just a nice old lady so everyone was pretty chill about it. A couple month’s ago we were talking about her for some reason, and my mother mentioned something about her husband and I was like…what? And she was like ‘You told us Harriet had a really mean husband, he’d stay in the back and glare at you while mouthing the word ‘die’ over and over but no sound ever came out of his mouth’ and I’m like??? HELLO???? I have absolutely no memory of this. I could describe the woman to a police sketch artist in perfect detail but I can’t remember a single thing about this man threatening me like…I’ve been freaked out ever since my mom brought it up
- One time I woke up and was just…absolutely certain I was forgetting something. Like, a lot of somethings. I knew logically I had gone to bed and woken up the next day, but it felt like….I was missing so much time in between that? I was so distraught over the feeling I had to cancel my plans for that day. I think I literally texted one of my friends ‘I think I got Donna Noble-d??” it was just so…overwhelmingly weird
- Also…my very earliest memory is almost exactly like that. It was my 4th birthday and I just…blinked. And came into existence. I know obviously I existed before then but that was what it felt like. I was just suddenly this conscious little being sitting in a living room. I didn’t know my name, I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know anything that was going on. My mother, after calling my name a few times (I didn’t respond because I didn’t know I was Molly) came in to see if I wanted breakfast and I remember after a few moments straight up asking her “do I call you mommy?” and she thought it was funny. I remember my father getting me to go upstairs to get dressed because it was a big day and I didn’t know why, he had to explain it was my birthday and we couldn’t be late for the party. At the party I had to be introduced to everyone, all my relatives and friends, and my parents thought I was just being shy but like…I fully did not know what was going on. When I was a kid it was almost like…a traumatic memory for me, everyone would always recount their first memories as something normal or fun and I’d be having a low grade panic attack whenever I thought about it because it just felt so wrong. Like I was missing something? I’ve calmed down about it now, like I still think it was bizarre but I’m not gonna start crying or anything, but like…what the fuck, you know?
that’s all I got for right now but like…I have a love/hate relationship with these weird little events
My latest project is a custom set of keyboard caps
I really love the way this post never blew up big but it never goes away. I’ve got other posts that get like 100k in a couple days, and never leave my notifications… But this one just shows up once or twice every day.
I fully expect the teeth keyboard will still be slowly circulating five years from now. Still creeping people out.
I couldn’t be prouder. Someday I’ll introduce ya’ll to the hair keyboard and you’ll know the true meaning of fear.
that’s because curses don’t just go away on their own
im taking media away from some of u guys until you can pass a 6th grade literary analysis test
you guys think im fucking joking but im not. i cannot deal with another second of people complaining about stories “glorifying” their subject matter just because no one turned to the camera and said, “hey guys, just so you know, this thing is Bad and Not Good, and this story is about Why it is Bad and Not Good.”
i say this with love in my heart. But i genuinely do believe some of you on this horrid webbedsite are so used to only consuming media that explicitly tells you what you are supposed to take away from it (i.e. children’s media) that youve lost the ability to examine media beyond a surface level
this is not to say that children’s media is bad. or that adults can’t enjoy it. i’m an adult, i love cartoons, and i probably always will. but if all you are consuming is tv shows made to teach children about kindness, you are going to rot your brain
If ur annoying on this post you will owe me 300USD
Discussion questions:
1) When OP says “I’m taking media away from some of you guys until you can pass a 6th grade literary analysis test,” this is an example of a rhetorical device. Which rhetorical device is an example of? Is it effective? Why or why not?
2) Why might OP only mention the website he is posting on? Does this mean he thinks every other website is without these issues, or is it in order to make it relevant to the viewers?
What does OP mean in his initial post? Do you think it’s feasible for him to withhold all media from even a single person?
What is OP’s main point about how “some of you guys” comprehend the message of texts?
What sort type of media does OP cite exclusive consumption of as being responsible for this lack of reading comprehension?
What is the purpose of vaer third reblog? What is being clarified in it?
Is it likely that OP truly expects to be sent three hundred USD by anyone being annoying in the notes of this post? What might be meant by this reblog?
Why did OP write discussion questions for his own post? What is the message being communicated by this addition?
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