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dyke-pollinator:

dyke-pollinator:

Oh you don’t like it when I refer to myself as queer? Well now I’m a tranny and a faggot.

I love you. Were making out sloppy style rn

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lostwoodscutie:

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magentasnail:

served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images

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imrockbottom:

only-cat-memes:

Your daily dose of cat memes

[ ] Single

[ ] Married

✅️ Feral

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thatgirlwithadhd:

Me gritting my teeth and clutching a pencil: everyone making amazing art on tumblr also had to go through a phase of making terrible art that was objectively crappy and didn’t live up to their expectations. It’s just that they did it when they were 13 and I’m doing it when I’m 25. My beginner art is just as good as anyone else’s beginner art

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paintingpuff:

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brain–rott:

“everybody experiences that” says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness

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c3rvida3:

c3rvida3:

I’m 5'4" and I dress like a cartoon fisherman and I’ve got more porcelain figurines than even the most geriatric of grandmas could ever dream of… ladies.

AND I’m taking steps to get my ham radio license so you know I’ve got those communication skills. Really, I’m the full package. I have an extremely crooked D20 tattoo, but my calculator watch covers it, so it’s like it’s not even there, baby, don’t worry about it.

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saltpepperbeard:

Stede + His Babies

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homunculus-argument:

I actually really like the thing when you’re starting to get the hang of a new language, enough to understand and say simple sentences but you gotta get creative to get more complex thoughts across, like a puzzle. I remember a time in the restortation school when a classmate who wasn’t natively finnish and did her best anyway dropped something and sighed, telling me “every day is monday this week. I have had four mondays this week.” And I understood.

I don’t think I speak much of spanish anymore, but in the nursing school training period I did there, I did manage to get by with making weird Tarzan sentences. I got a nosebleed at some point and startled another nurse. Not knowing the words “humidity” or “stress”, I managed to string together: “This is ok. It is hot, it is cold, I have a bad day, I am sad, I have blood. This is normal for me.” And she understood.

And sometimes you just say things weird, but it’s better than not saying it. One time, I was stuck in a narrow hallway behind someone walking really slowly with a walker, and he apologised for being in the way. I was not in any hurry, but didn’t know the spanish word for “hurry”, but I did know enough words to try to circumvent it by borrowing the english “I have all the time in the world.”

The man burst into one of those cackling old man laughters that they do when something in this world still manages to surprise them. He had to be somewhere between 70 and a 100 years old, and I guess if there was one thing he wasn’t expecting to hear today, it would be a random blond vaguely baltic-looking fuck casually announce that he is the sole owner and keeper of the very concept of time.

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drafthearse:

first it was girls’ locker rooms vs boys’ locker rooms then it was the feminine urge to vs the masculine urge to now it’s girl dinner vs boy dinner when will it end when will we escape i feel like maybe some of you guys dont even want to escape doesnt anyone else want to escape

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biglawbear:

dykecostanza:

LAW AND ECONOMICS BABEYYY

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t4t-more-like-knowing-my-worth:

was talking to my gf about my fear of dying young for being trans and my mom putting my deadname on my gravestone, and she said “i hope that never happens, but if it does, i will carve your name into your grave myself if i have to.” and i think theres something extremely raw about that sentiment and trans community in general. you can kill only our bodies, but you cant kill transsexuality

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eosofspades:

i didn’t have “i’m broken” teenage asexual angst i had “i’m literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks” perception issues

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anghraine:

anghraine:

This is unnecessarily long, but: I was just thinking about Wickham’s predation on fifteen-year-old Georgiana Darcy and then, almost exactly a year later, Wickham’s predation on sixteen-year-old Lydia Bennet.

There are obvious parallels between the two incidents. In fact, they’re so obvious that I think the incidents are sometimes treated as equivalent, with the consequences only differing by happenstance. I don’t think that’s true, personally.

There are some mechanistic sort of differences—Wickham put a lot more effort and planning into the Georgiana situation. He wanted to marry her for her money and to make her brother suffer. She had to be isolated from people who would look out for her interests, he had Mrs Younge in place, he had known Georgiana as a child and was able to exploit his own previous kindness to her as her father’s godson, etc.

And Georgiana, despite all of this, and despite being swept away by a teenage infatuation with an extremely attractive man, was still uncomfortable with it. She was worried about disappointing a brother who raised her and whom she deeply loves and admires. When her brother actually showed up by surprise, she decided to tell him everything; Darcy takes pains to give her credit for this. Adaptations generally downplay Georgiana’s active decision-making here, but the only element of chance is Darcy deciding to go to Ramsgate at all. He insists that he was only able to act because Georgiana chose to tell him what was going on.

This isn’t meant to be an indictment of Lydia, though. Does she admire the parents who raised her? No. But why would she? Especially why would she admire a father who treats her mother and sisters and herself with profound contempt and no sense of responsibility? Why would she ever confide in him?

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#i think we’re all forgetting this wat set in the late 1800s and all men were fucking predators marrying literal teenagers (via @marigtan)

We’re not forgetting it because none of that is true. P&P was written in 1796-1797 and published in 1813 (that is, set in the late 1700s or early 1800s, not late 1800s, when norms were different). Women of the gentry of Austen’s time typically married in their early to mid-20s, not teens. In P&P, Lydia is the only P&P character who gets married in the book and is still in her teens. Charlotte Lucas is about 27 when she marries, Jane is 23, and Elizabeth 20 or 21. All the men they marry are still in their 20s.

And no, not all men were predators. Many were! But Austen does not give predatory men a pass because it was common, and there were plenty who weren’t.

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