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Thinking "shit, my 7yo would love that", then remembering that my 75 year old dad has already made him a boffer sword, mace, and shields that they regularly beat each other with.

A teenager to fight would be incredible though.

For the last day of The Lightning Thief musical we went to the park and let the youth actors play capture the flag with wooden swords. A few of the 20-something’s were refs (no swings to the face, no swords above the head, etc.) and the parents and older adult actors were the crowd. Great fun.

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i fucking hate the “this is the good luck post.” Girl stop contributing to a superstitious environment with ur anecdotes there’s a million goddamn notes on it it’s statistically reasonable that a bunch of people remember the good things that happen after they reblog it

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>be me >22 year old baby trans in the Most Serene Republic of Greater Caliphornia, year of our lord 2069 >no talents or skills aside from a mastery of the Hissatsu Ougi >(my parents were transphobic ninjas) >like not to brag but I am so unbelievably good at stabbing people >doesn’t exactly qualify me for a desk job tho >too many brain problems for UBI qualifications >wtf the U stands for ‘universal’ how do I not qualify for something universal >whatever fine >try to become a hit(wo)man for los Norteños, they kick me out once they learn I’m actually filipina >(yes my parents were filipino ninjas don’t worry about it) >run into middle-aged academic lady named Maria who’s apparently a big name with the Poaster’s Guild >somehow charm her with my complete lack of skills, charisma, and/or personal hygiene >she says I should join the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle >I do >grad school TA milfs dress me up while I ramble about swords >I’m in heaven >until some lady starts asking me questions about some shit I don’t know anything about >wait this isn’t swords >panic >”uhh… sure?” >”hmm I see interesting” >next day people start acting colder to me >what >ask Maria wtf is going on >apparently I got tricked into taking a stance on some contentious discourse topic and now everyone’s saying I’m a crypto-nobunaguista >said it was probably Vycky, apparently she’s jealous of the attention I’ve been getting >bump into Vycky later that day >instincts kick in >stab her >wait shit oh shit shit shit that wasn’t Vycky >I can’t just stab some random girl and then leave tho, that would send the totally wrong message >and also morally wrong or whatever >drop random girl off at the hospital >fucking. Vycky is there in the hospital lobby >too many witnesses around >I decide that the only rational response to this chain of events is to leave the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle without saying a word to anyone >and steal a bunch of estrogen on my way out >ontheroadagain.VR

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Our two year old learned the pattern of us saying things like "Saturday is brunch day" and "Sunday is Grandma day" and extended to pointing at the fridge with seltzers and asking for "bubble day?" Five years later I still ask my wife "bubble day?" to offer her a soda.

Also, relatedly, his usual response to a "no" was to say wistfully, "maybe someday...". Even my parents mimic that one.

working with little kids is so dangerous. you get one kid who has a unique way of speaking & then spend the rest of your life with an internal monologue like “me’s go bathroom?”

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Really didn't need my friend back home emotionally kneecapping me by going "have you heard Lewis Capaldi's new song" the day after I just did a new and very intensive form of trauma therapy that left me feeling gutted and hollow and like maybe, actually, there's nothing left of me but the trauma and I'm just a shambling mass of pain that needs to be excised except I'm tired I'm so tired I can't keep doing this, I can't...

Only to then get smacked in the face in the group chat with a very raw Scottish accent scream-singing, "I'm going to get up and try if it's the last thing I do. I've still got something to give, though it hurts sometimes. I'm going to get up and live, until the day that I die, I swear to God I'll survive."

The universe is not subtle.

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While we’re warming up here I’m gonna tell you the best story that you’ve ever heard in your life. So I met this woman, and I went home to her house with her, already a great story. x

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Embrace your divine feminine energy by taking part in traditional women's hobbies & interests like experimenting with radioactive materials, developing mathematics, programming computers, piloting aircraft and practicing marksmanship.

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Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

What

Huh???

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The prescription for one of my meds has disappeared (one that's risk-reducing in a way that serves public health goals, oh well!), and another has been in the "fill in progress" state for a week and a half after some previous delays, so I've long since run out. In just the last two years at one point or another I've run out of all 5 things I regularly take, due to processes outside of my control.

I don't even know how many trans folks I've heard from who have done DIY hormones off the internet due to access issues, and honestly it sounds pretty compelling compared to trying to rely on official channels. It's not like I've been getting any benefit from medical advice, anyway -- I've read more about HRT than any prescriber I've met in the last 5 years. This, in one of the most liberal, supportive states for trans folks.

Almost everyone I know who is on meds they need every day to stay healthy and functional spends a significant share of every month on logistics related to continuing to have access to their meds. Pharmacies are out of stock when they go in, or stop carrying it, or the copay has risen dramatically and they need to find a pharmacy that’s cheaper, or the pharmacy doesn’t think they have a refill on file even though they should, or the pharmacy thinks it gave them two months’ supply when they’re sure they only got one. The nearest pharmacy that carries their meds is across the city and closes early on weekends.

 If they have multiple prescriptions, they spend a significant chunk of their free time and energy on trying to ensure next month they’ll still have access to them. If they don’t have enough time and energy, they run out of meds, and then have to go through the same rigamarole to get back on them while tired and unfocused and struggling. 

I’m not talking about drugs that people frequently abuse, here. I’m mostly talking about SSRIs, which as a nasty bonus will really screw you up if you try to quit them cold turkey. I’ve heard it’s infinitely worse if, god forbid, you need painkillers. 

I’m lucky. The thing I need every day to stay healthy and functional is a nutritional shake that can be bought on Amazon or Costco. If I notice I’m running low, I order more. I can buy as many months’ worth at a time as I want. I can order them overnight if I am late in noticing that I screwed up and ran out. If I’m very late, I can swing by a store and buy them.

If the nutrition shakes I need were prescription-only, I would be dead. 

And I can’t help but think that a lot of people are dead who’d be alive if the meds that let them be healthier, happy and functional were available in the corner store, or on Amazon, or were frequently prescribed in larger doses with some slack for complications. And a lot of other people would have hours of pain and anxiety every month replaced with things they enjoy and value and care about. I know there are tradeoffs; probably some people would take SSRIs who don’t need them or aren’t informed about interactions with other medications. But I’m suspicious that the best possible tradeoff on this front can’t be the one that has disabled people having regularly scheduled fights for their lives. 

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Well, you see, the problem is you've been recommending other SF enough that I'm not caught up to even starting wandering star. Having a great time with Melissa Scott, though. ;)

My readers: Oh my god Derin's fiction is so so fucked up, you're in for a ride if you start reading this twisted nightmare

Me to myself: Okay so I have nine stories planned in the TTOUniverse but I'm probably going to skip one and write only eight of them. Because that story has torture and abuse scenes in it and writing those would make me feel really sad. :( :(

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My wife just figured out that a treasured former poster, one I was thinking of when reblogging this, is now posting under a new name. They're alive and well, and I'm so happy for that.

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Human culture isn't designed intentionally by anyone. Human culture is emergent, and is built continuously by everyone through the constant feedback loop of interaction with other people, individual experience, and social learning. No one is designing it from the top down.

It is a mistake to assume that any aspect of human culture is "for" anything in the narrow sense. Certainly culture emerges out of a historical process which can often be traced, and certainly there is the broad sense of "purpose" in which an aspect of culture might be perpetuated because it benefits certain people in certain ways, etc., but this is all an unplanned, decentralized, non-directed process. There have been efforts in human history by powerful institutions—like states—to shape culture in particular ways, and sometimes they see some amount of success, but the vast, vast majority culture is not produced in this way.

There's a particular post I'm vaguing here, whose political orientation I don't even particularly disagree with, but it significantly rubbed me the wrong way because it was worded as if culture was basically something engineered from the top down, in which everything has a discernible, coherent "purpose" that can be logically deduced. No! I don't think that's actually true!

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no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.

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Apparently my version of gender euphoria is "carrying a used bandsaw home in a dress."