tried to vent in a trans space about how, as a trans man who’s been on T for a long time (over 7 years now), i have noticed that the more i pass as a man, the less welcomed i am in queer spaces unless i go out of my way to feminize myself. and how that sucks! and it’s isolating!!! and it feels horrible to see ppl who used to like you and be close to you drift further and further the more masculine (& therefore more comfortable in urself) u become…
only to get ppl replying to me and saying “well if you dressed more fem then ppl wouldn’t be intimidated by you. you signed up for this”
i’m sorry but i didnt sign up for social isolation when i transitioned, i signed up for gender euphoria and comfort in myself and my life. and i had hoped that the ppl in my life would be able to see how much joy that brings me and continue to love me.
i need ppl to realize that telling trans ppl to change the way they present to make other ppl comfortable with their gender is fucking transphobic. it’s transphobic when it’s telling a trans woman to dress more femme or feminize her voice so she doesn’t ‘intimidate people’, it’s transphobic when it’s telling a trans man the same. it is explicitly and inexcusably transphobic and it is literally never okay. trans people belong in queer spaces. period. there is no dress code. we belong there bc we built those fucking spaces.
fantasy or dystopian? banana bread or pumpkin bread? tea or coffee? tarot or oracle? thunderstorm days at home or sunny days at a market? strawberries or blueberries? oversized sweaters or oversized graphic t-shirts? smell of rain or smell of bonfires? hardcover or paperback? ice cream or frozen yogurt?
make a cohost account, make a blue skies account, make a pillow fort account, make a artfol account, share your discord, make a back-up account, make another account, make another account, make another account-
If you ever feel like you must be the most unobservant person in the world, remember: I once spent half a year failing to notice that my new favourite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the Ukrainian mafia.
(I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but in retrospect, the fact that it was always dead no matter the time of day - I think the busiest I ever saw it was five people, myself included - well, that should have been a tipoff. Also, the waitstaff kept calling me “Mr. Prokopetz”, which I had assumed was just part of the restaurant’s gimmick, but given that “Prokopetz” is a Ukrainian surname, I’m now force to wonder whether they’d thought I was, you know, in the business. I just liked the pierogi!)
What I need to know is how on earth did OP finally realize his favorite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the mafia.
I’d like to say I put together the clues, but in reality, I just showed up one day to find that the place had been indefinitely shut down, and later learned it was because the managers had all been arrested.
What I really want to know is how good the food was?
Excellent, if your tastes run to the “heavy cream and too much garlic” end of the spectrum.
Every crime front I’ve ever eaten at has had completely amazing food, honestly. I am pretty convinced that if you want to open a front, you don’t choose “restaurant” as your front-business unless you have a relative who loves to cook.
It tickles me that this is evidently a sufficiently common experience that people find it relatable. (Seriously, check the notes!) We should write reviews or something.
did I just read the line “every crime front I’ve ever eaten at” with my own two eyes
Look, I went to college and lived my early adulthood in a town whose entire thing was import/export, and we had a lot of restaurants that were suspiciously empty except when they were closed and filled with very serious men in nice clothes.
They were usually run by someone who was about the right age to be some adult’s parents or grandparents, and in the case of the two Korean restaurants matching this description, they didn’t speak English. Universally though, they were very pleased to see customers, very proud of their cooking, and very very interested in keeping us far away from the aforementioned serious men in nice clothes. And despite having huge dining rooms and never having more than a couple customers, they never went out of business.
Also, because I am very, very stupid and sometimes don’t think before I talk, I once said loudly, over the phone, while sitting in one of these places, “Hey! Yeah if you want to meet us, we’re eating at [place]. You know…[place]? You totally know it. The Front, on Warwick st!”
The looks I got from every single employee were amazing and then I left.
We had a corner store/deli-place near our apartment in college. Everyone knew they were in on something and no one cared because they looked out for their customers and their neighborhood as a whole.
They started stocking my favorites because I mentioned them within hearing range once, would tell their “vendors” to move out of the way if we stopped in. I walked a different route home and got harassed one night and they asked after me. When they found out what happened, they declared “Consider it taken care of, you should never be afraid around here.” Never happened again.
Everyone needs their friendly neighborhood crime lord.
This is both my favorite and makes me fondly remember home. Less of the eateries, more of the mysterious retail joints that never seem to close despite no one ever buying anything, though. Well. Aside from the juice bar. Didnt last, though.
I found these places everywhere I lived. My favorite was an omurice place near my home in Japan, and a mother/son officially ran it. The food was incredible, and one night I was there and there was a boisterous crowd of BLATANTLY yakuza men eating and drinking. They started talking to me, and were super nice. Said they wanted to “practice their English,” and paid for my food and drinks and then said they wanted to take me to karaoke. That was a little alarming, but the mother/son, who seriously looked after me as the only foreigner in the area, said I should go, and the son came along. So we piled into a white landboat Cadillac and partied until dawn.
One of the older men at the party took me to my neighborhood and dropped me off out front (the car was literally too big to fit down the small neighborhood streets) and said that I had his blessing.
Which was confusing, but I was drunk, so whatever. Then I went back to the restaurant about a week later and the mother said, “the family approves of you. You may marry our son if you wish and be welcomed.”
I did not marry him, but wow. There were no hard feelings, either. They still helped out if I got harassed by the cops (which happened a lot in these smaller towns with no foreigners) or anything like that.
Some of the best tea I ever drank was at one of these joints, a “tea house” in my neighborhood.
love restaurants run by mafias, whoever’s in the kitchen would kill for you half the time. you know the world is fucked up when you feel safer in a crime den than in a police station
AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.
WE’RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN’T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON’T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.
I’M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I’M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.
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took me a few attempts but i think i finally got my twitter account back, just need to regain the handle now. there’s still this nauseating gold checkmark next to my account which i really hope i can get rid of. hold on i need to call elon musk a bitch
there needs to be more visible food in strategy games. Stronghold let you watch your cheese stockpiles grow and this needs to become standard. i gotta have a little guy on the field distributing mead and chicken haunches to my troops
a thing to understand is that indie games can push the envelope not in spite of being indie but because of it. once your company gets big enough you simply cannot make a game like Baba Is You
steam should let you click a “gift-wrap present” button when you gift a game so the recipient has to physically click and pull the wrapping paper away and you can pick between multiple papers and you have the option to triple-wrap it and make it extra annoying
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so you’ve chosen the path of hubris. so be it.
hey, rip to all the guys who’ve been killed by the tumblr public for their hubris, but i’m different. and better. maybe even better than the tumblr public.
im sorry but you can stop trying to explain to me in anon asks how exactly you think the puritan and transmisogynist harrassment campaign against a large group of people including predstrogen is somehow actually justified which apparently makes it “not harrassment”, even if i agreed with your stupid puritan takes and with painting random transfems as evil deviants or whatever it’d still be a harrassment campaign for christs sake
even if you personally just calmly voiced your opinion in a nice way doesn’t mean we haven’t received hundreds of death threats and massive pedojacketing campaigns as well as harrassment of random unrelated users
it literally doesn’t matter if predstrogen is pure evil, and I don’t know her at all and we have never interacted. I know literally nothing about her and I don’t care in the context of this specific issue. the point is the systemic persecution and the “rules for thee but not for me” type shit that is observably happening to trans women.
So like, to remind people who are trying to downplay the lawsuit talk, tumblr already lost a suit about this last year. If everyone can prove that staff have failed to follow that ruling it’d actually be pretty simple to try to get the aclu to do another class action.
i love that i’m seeing people pretend that “trans women getting disproportionately punished for being angry at being mistreated” only happens online and trans women “in real life” never have this problem. for the love of god start paying attention. this is a systemic problem, the way trans women are treated online is a part of systems of transmisogyny that extend into all facets of social life. its astoundingly ignorant to insist this isn’t a “real problem”
If you exclusively focus on the hammercar explosion meme, you are missing the point, and you are making it easier for others to engage with this only from afar, where its funny and silly and comfortable
If you exclusively focus on the harassment devoid of its blatant transmisogyny, you are actively erasing our oppression from this conversation and how it disproportionately affects transwomen
Stop sharing memes and jokes about this as if they were separate from transmisogyny, as if this was just about a CEO taking looney tunes violence as a serious threat. It’s about him, staff and other users in here seeing a trans girl as a threat
I’ve already seen people move on, forget about this, and return to normalcy. It’s a mistake we’ve made before. Black people have talked about mass reporting and wrongful terminations being weaponized against them at great lengths and have done so for a really long time. They were targeted, harassed and wrongfully banned. They warned us. We didn’t listen and we didn’t do enough.
We have to continue to be as vocal as we can about this continued campaign of harassment and unfair treatment towards transwomen. It needs to stop. We need concrete changes in the reporting and moderating systems, as well as holding tumblr’s staff accountable for its actions, their silence and their lies
Please, take action now. For the sake of transwomen, for those who were unjustly terminated before us, and for those who could be harassed next
Choose care, kindness and love for your trans sisters. If you want to show your support, show it now. Don’t turn us into a joke
Take this seriously. Don’t let tumblr die. The livelihood and well being of a lot of transwomen depends on staying on this site. Be it because they are able to receive money from donations, commissions or sex work, and/or by having a safety net in the form of our communities and close friends in here
We have made and met friends, lovers and partners in this site. Don’t let them take that away from us too. Some of us have a long history here, some have accounts that are more than a decade old. Some people have had those blogs terminated and completely wiped
Show support, reblog our posts, amplify our voices, keep talking and posting about this, demand change, and don’t fall into indifference and despair. Don’t be comfortable with our erasure. Have conviction and continue to take action
tumblr just nuked @milf-adjacent’s blog with zero warning, no explanation from staff or e-mail whatsoever. her blog has been a vital resource for documenting COVID-19, and she did nothing ban worthy. she seems to be another target of the transmisogyny being carried out by staff.
Your activism shouldn’t start and end at drawing your blorbos with a watermelon
Drawing your blorbos with a watermelon isn’t bad and it does spread awareness but. If drawing your blorbos with a watermelon is all you do when you could actually fucking do more then you’re not doing much. Call your fucking representatives. Go to a protest. Don’t give up on Palestine. Do not stop talking about Palestine. This is a genocide not a fucking trend
Hey can y'all reblog this version of the post instead. Here are links
im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear
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a pattern you notice every single time the USA tries to regulate the internet is that the lawmakers are categorically incapable of conceptualising the internet as something other than a local resource, like water for a city or a train network
it’s like living on a shared boat and having to argue with someone who lives on the bottom floor about why they can’t exercise their god given right to drill a fucking hole in the floor
A lot of ppl think that “love” is enough to raise a happy child and that’s not true. It also requires emotional maturity and financial stability but they don’t like hearing that because it changes their idea of a miracle that happens to them into a conscious decision that requires personal responsibility.
They think that having kids is a life phase that they’re required to go through and have no agency in but that’s not true. It’s not puberty, it’s a conscious choice that you make
@probablyautism thnx for remembering the weirdest tumblrina on the planet. also can u explain to ur local grandma what she has to do(apologies are afoot)
So tap on the link above my character and simply make your own it could be an OC or you or your sona, anything.
Wild how I keep returning to this goddamn post. @queermarzipan ball’s in your court babe.
It may still need help getting to 200,000.
Here’s Aziraphale in disguise:
And here’s a backstage shot of the Gentlemen in 1941 suits:
@tothechaos will you print and eat the entire post? If so, here is a long joke. Don’t choke:
A man obsessed with trains finally steals one and immediately crashes it, killing several people.
At the trial, the man is found guilty of multiple murders and sentenced to death.
Before he faces his sentence, he’s offered a last meal, and asks for a single banana, which is given to him.
The next day, he’s led to the electric chair. They strap him in, pull the switch, and… nothing happens.
There’s never been a failure before. But because you cannot punish a person twice for the same crime, the court is forced to let him go free.
Within a week’s time, naturally, the man, who is obsessed with trains, goes and steals another one.
He doesn’t care that he can’t drive it or that he failed catastrophically before; he is obsessed with trains and his only desire is to operate one. As before, he crashes it, and kills several people.
Again, he stands trial, and again, he is sentenced to death, showing no remorse, only delight that he got to operate the train.
His last meal request is a single banana. When he goes to the chair, the executioner pulls the switch, but nothing happens. He goes free again.
The train-obsessed maniac, once more on the loose, wastes no time in hijacking a train and crashing it.
His trial is speedy, because this has already happened twice, and he is sentenced to death.
They ask him what he’d like for his last meal. “A single banana,” he says.
“Oh, no you don’t, you son of a bitch. We’re on to you, now. We know all about your little banana trick, and you’re not escaping this time!”
The guards refuse his request, and instead serve him a standard last meal of steak, potatoes, and berry cobbler.
The next morning they strap him into the electric chair, pull the switch, and… nothing happens.
“Did you give him the banana?” demands the head guard.
“No, sir! He asked for the banana but we didn’t give it to him, we swear!” says one of the guards.
Turns out the banana had nothing to do with anything. He was just a really bad conductor.
Quick! Gordon Ramsey has tasked you to come up with a new recipe with a rather special ingredient: ‘this trainwreck of a Tumblr post printed out on paper’. You don’t have much time as the exquisite guest will enter the doors of your fancy establishment the moment this post hits 200k notes. Come up with a recipe. Please provide detailed instructions.
Chaos Course Set Meal
Bespoke 9 course meal meant to be enjoyed by @tothechaos
Foreword:
As tasked by the prolific Gordan Ramsey, this 9 Course endeavour will feature the post in its entirety segmented into 9 delightfully ornate, unreasonably complex yet delectably unparalleled dishes. In the following, we’ll see how to prepare each of these dishes.
Course One
Dish name: 10k notes of Hubris
10k Notes of Hubris is a simple risotto with saffron infusion and forest mushrooms, topped with shavings of the top 9th piece of this post, printed in full colour, regular stock. Due to the nature of a 9 course setting, it is wise to start with a simpler dish.
Ingredients (serves four people):
1 teaspoon of saffron
300g carnaroli rice
50g extra virgin olive oil
20g butter
5g shallots
1l vegetable broth
parsley (to taste)
100g porcini mushrooms
80g portobello mushrooms
100g brown mushrooms
5g truffle oil
5g lemon peel and lemon juice
30g parmesan cheese
thyme (a dash)
5g garlic
A pinch of salt and pepper
The first 9th of this post, printed in full colour with regular stock.
Method:
In a saucepan, pour the oil and the chopped shallot(s), then add the rice and saffron and toast
Pour the broth a little at a time and cook slowly. Allow to cook before adding salt and black pepper. Stir in butter, grated parmesan cheese, chopped parsley, truffle oil, lemon juice and peel.
In a separate saucepan, cook the mushrooms with oil, garlic, thyme, salt and black pepper.
Presentation:
At the base of the dish pour the risotto, complete with forest mushrooms and basil leaves. Shave the printed top 9th of the post and sprinkle on top. Drizzle a dash of olive oil before serving.
The next dish and recipe of this 9 course meal, complete with the next 9th of the post printed and incorporated, will be presented by another chef.
i don’t what’s more wild to me, how much we are all working on giving someone ink poisoning or learning that @writing-prompt-s has @one-time-i-dreamt ’s phone number
I have been summoned many, many times
This post is already one of the most epic I have ever seen. Keep going!
The tumblr post equivalent of the fall of ceasar. Well can’t miss my turn with the knife.
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