Remember, when life gets you down, write old man yaoi.
Joe couldn’t help but feel insecure every time Donald interacted with Kim. He knew they used to date, and he knew about the love letters they wrote. He felt insecure next to North Korea’s short king himself. And the skibidi Biden rumors weren’t helping his case. “Everything alright, Joe-san?” Joe turned around to stare into Trump’s large, blue, neurodivergent orbs. “Y-yes, Donald-Chan.” He sheepishly replied. “Hey, Joe, look at me.” Trump grabbed his chin and tilted his head up towards him. “No one can replace you.”
“O-o-oh!” Joe stuttered. (He seemed to do that a lot these days.) “You… knew what I was thinking about?” “Of course, Joe. I can read you like the Declaration of Independence. I know you’ve been jealous of Kim for years.” Donald gazed at him, pensively, and sympathetically. “Well, it’s just, all these other men! Like Vladimir, and Elon…” “They mean nothing to me.” Donald told him. “Just past flings. They were temporary. You… are forever.” Joe softened under Donald’s loving gaze, relieved at last.
I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he’s going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he’ll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he’s not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there’s a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he’s attaching the wings to the harness. And he’s putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he’ll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we’ll be looking at the livestream (it’s a livestream now) and we’ll scream “No, Amaury, the sun! It’s going to melt the wings!”. But he knows this already. And he is free.
It’s looking like he’s going to do a dramatic retelling of icarus where the chocolate wings melt, but then, suddenly he takes a bite out of the sun, and smiles and nods to the camera as he chews.
Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:
no white gay will reblog this
no white lgb person will reblog this
Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.
and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”
but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?
The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this
My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-it’s our history people.
Marsha P. Johnson allegedly died of suicide in 1992, and her death was never investigated. Even I, a mere prole, could catch the “she was murdered” vibes from the circumstances surrounding the discovery of her body.
Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.
Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:
no white gay will reblog this
no white lgb person will reblog this
Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.
and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”
but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?
The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this
My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-it’s our history people.
Marsha P. Johnson allegedly died of suicide in 1992, and her death was never investigated. Even I, a mere prole, could catch the “she was murdered” vibes from the circumstances surrounding the discovery of her body.
Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.
There’s no way this is the maximally efficient way to do this
You would think, but actually it is one of the best ways. You know how there’s always a significant amount of unpopped kernels in the bottom of the bag or pan? This method pops basically all of it.
This is also the method for making puffed rice.
Let’s be real. You like it because it is basically a popcorn shotgun.
Megalopyge is a genus of moth! In the US, the most common species is the southern flannel moth. The caterpillars (usually called puss caterpillars), as you can see above, are very cute and fuzzy! They can be grey, brown, tan, white, or even orange-ish. The one shown in the post looks like a fairly large later instar, but they can be quite tiny:
But this dude is one of the reasons I tell people not to handle bugs they can’t ID. It might be cute, but it has venomous spines on its body hidden within the hairs. It could likely crawl on your hand like above without risking injury because the underside isn’t fuzzy, but I wouldn’t risk it. If you brush the top hairs against your skin it’ll cause a rash of fluid-filled raised red bumps that radiate terrible pain away from the area. And like it says above, the pain can be so intense that it feels like a broken bone, and it can last hours.
It’s recommended that if you come in contact with one, you use tape to try to pull out any remaining hairs, wash the area with soap and water, apply an ice pack, and take an antihistamine.
On the plus side, the adult moth is VERY fuzzy and 100% safe:
everybody in fandom could have so much more fun if they started playing around with aromantic identities more. why is it that the only time a character is headcanoned as aromantic, they’re headcanoned as aroace. why is it that the only aspec microlabels ever included in headcanons are the asexual ones. there are so many characters that would be infinitely more interesting to interpret as aromantic or aro-spec. ask me about it. ask me about it
sexy character concept to me: liars who lie & perform and when they are told to stop performing they start lying in a different way and you try to get to the bottom of the layers upon layers of half-truths to find The Truth and when you think you’ve finally gotten to it it’s a blank piece of paper that says 404 not found
learning that the ainu and the inuit, separated by thousands of miles, independently developed forms of throat singing between women where they would sing into each other’s mouths, with the receiver modulating the sound & airflow in response with her own airway. a form of song that can only be done with two people. song not as something that is passively enjoyed by everyone except the singer, but transformed and amplified and softened by a partner. I’m feeling a lot right now
they can try all they want but AI speed paints/art process videos will never capture the intensely human artistic endeavor of drawing and undoing and redrawing the same simple shape or line 400 times rapidfire in a drawing thats pushing you closer to the edge with every lift of the pen
Been influenced quite a bit with how comics here on tumblr are formatted, so I’ve been experimenting lately with how I possibly want to upload sketches and stuff in the future–these little comics were mostly experiments on how high or low effort I would like to go.
In other news, I’ve finished this game twice now. I’m officially a follower and I’ve got ideas spinning in my head. This bodes poorly for me.
I hate “consuming content” and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.
Once someone tagged art that I made with “woah” and I think about it at least once a week. Someone else said “oh neat” once. Someone else WROTE A WHOLE DAMN POEM IN THE COMMENTS. Anyways even just one word can change how someone sees their art. You don’t even have to think about it too hard. You could put a keyboard smash and I’d probably cry from joy.
I’m also trying hard to interact more, I understand that it’s hard to break away from opening your phone and being in Content Consumption Mode.
my time on bluesky has been so fucking funny to me. having an existing base + my dog seems like an algorithmic cheatcode and anytime i post him, regardless of the caption, the algorithm starts serving it to anyone’s discover feed and i get a slew of replies from 45-70 y/o’s that just see a dog
self shipping is great it’s like if that fake guy doesn’t fuck my fake guy (that is me) i’ll kill myself. i would not have survived vast periods of my life without hyperreal fantasies about my favs. and the best part about it is that nobody can stop me. and nobody will ever know. you must harness the power of the mind 👉🏻😤👈🏻 💭 🏳️⚧️👬🏳️🌈
being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you’ll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think “okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction.”
I will testify that even if I strongly dislike, utterly hate, and cannot stand a character, I will never go on someones post talking about liking that character and say so. Basic decency and all that
This applies to ships and aus and headcanons, and everything too. Message your friends, make your own post, block and mute, do whatever you want in private, but don’t be rude on other people’s post 🫡
no, i am not “slightly smarter than average” im usually quite stupid but i get one death note monologue and one patrick jane deduction per week and watch video essays by transgender people
sorry i moaned when you yapped about your nerdy little interest. it’s really hot when you talk about things you’re passionate about. do you still want me
i was waiting on the pizza delivery guy to call me to say my pizza is here and when my phone rang i accidentally answered with “Pizza?” instead of hello and he replied “yes this is pizza”
A few of the comments on the Megyn Kelly tampon post said something to the effect that periods aren’t gross and we should stop treating them as such.
I agree with the spirit of that.
But I also think periods are gross.
I think pooping is gross. I think peeing is gross. I think spit is gross. I think all of the fluids involved with intercourse are gross. I think childbirth is just about the grossest thing that ever gross’d.
I think humans are big gross bags of various goo.
I handle all of the gross things my body does by accepting the grossness. I deal with gross things as quickly as I can and then I don’t think about it anymore. Our varied assortment of bodily goo is a byproduct of being a human and living a life and just something we have to deal with from time to time.
There is no shame in it. We should not shame others for it. And I don’t think we should go out of our way to hide the icky parts of the human experience.
But I also don’t think we need to tell ourselves that gross things aren’t gross.
It’s similar to how I feel about stretch marks. I really do not have the time or mental bandwidth to convince myself they are actually “tiger stripes” and some beautiful aspect of my body. I view them the same as I view my knuckles. They are just there. I don’t try to tell myself I have pretty knuckles. I don’t think they are ugly either. I assign no aesthetic value to my knuckles.
I personally think this is a more healthy approach than lying to my brain until it believes something. I’m not saying everyone has to take this approach, it’s just what works best for me.
But I can say from my experience dealing with an elderly dying person for over a year, it only gets grosser from here, so you should definitely prepare yourself for all of the extra goo in your future.
Being a living creature of the Animalia kingdom comes with a lot of mucus and oozes and just because certain mucuses and oozes have specific names doesn’t make them any more gross than others.
