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I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

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no omg this is beautiful!! new pfp bc it is so fantastic!! everyone go checkout isobug RN

Wilderic Symbol

Requested by anon, a symbol for Wilderic!

I wanted to use multiple different aspects of nature in this, so there's a leaf, a sun motif, and a tree ( which was made by simply stacking the "tail" of the Mars symbol together. )

The only part of the symbol that I do not own is the leaf symbol which was made by Font Awesome and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license!

I don't claim to have made it and the only change I made was making the inside of the leaf squared-off instead of rounded-off, to match with the rest of the symbol. You can find the relevant attribution links in the post source, because Tumblr hates external links.

This symbol is free to use by anyone anywhere. I also don't claim to have coined Wilderic or made either of the flags used here. You can find the .SVG / Vector image file at the source link, which links to my Deviantart ( isobug )

Taglist - @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

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THIS IS SO COOL I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS !! AND THANK YOU SM TO THE ANON WHO SHOWED ME

Wilderic Symbol

Requested by anon, a symbol for Wilderic!

I wanted to use multiple different aspects of nature in this, so there's a leaf, a sun motif, and a tree ( which was made by simply stacking the "tail" of the Mars symbol together. )

The only part of the symbol that I do not own is the leaf symbol which was made by Font Awesome and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license!

I don't claim to have made it and the only change I made was making the inside of the leaf squared-off instead of rounded-off, to match with the rest of the symbol. You can find the relevant attribution links in the post source, because Tumblr hates external links.

This symbol is free to use by anyone anywhere. I also don't claim to have coined Wilderic or made either of the flags used here. You can find the .SVG / Vector image file at the source link, which links to my Deviantart ( isobug )

Taglist - @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

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for the first time in my life i've just had the experience of seeing a tweet about taylor swift that only called her "taylor" and briefly parsing it as being about, well, the more important taylor, before Realizing. i think this is because the word "drive" was also in the sentence and while i was quickly scanning i immediately thought of "driving blind wasn't as hard as i thought it would be" and went ah yes of course one of her finest moments

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look at me. listen to me. this is directed at americans for the record. the reason you think North American animals are boring is because you live here. there are so many cool and beautiful animals here. we have beavers. we have wolves. we have moose. we have sea lions. we have armadillos. we have mountain lions. we have alligators. we have foxes. we have bighorn sheep. we have manatees. we have bears. we have ocelots. we have BISON. and that’s not even touching on the birds! or the turtles! or the snakes! we have amazing beautiful and diverse wildlife right here and it deserves to be appreciated and protected

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Post corrections/clarifications are my favorite genre of humor: a compilation

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QUICK. RB THIS WITH THE FIRST SONG LYRIC THAT COMES TO YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU SEE THIS POST. THAT IS AN ORDER

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i love you butches! i love you studs! i love you femmes! i love you stone butches! i love you high femmes! i love you feminine stone tops! i love you masculine stone bottoms! i love you asexual lesbians! i love you trans lesbians! i love you nonbinary lesbians! i love you lesbians with facial hair! i love you he/him lesbians! i love you lesbians i love you lesbians who are questioning their gender! i love you lesbians who aren't women! i love you lesbians of color! i love you disabled lesbians! i love you neurodivergent lesbians! i love you fat lesbians! i love you jewish lesbians! i love you muslim lesbians! i love you lesbians who have previously dated or married men! i love you closeted lesbians! i love you lesbians who came out later in life! i love you lesbians with kids from previous relationships with men! i love you lesbians!

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y’all know that when u say nb and women only you are including the absolute faggiest manliest nb you’ve ever seen. he/him nbs. nbs with dicks. 6 ft tall nbs who r built like a fucking tank. not just androgynous/femme/manic pixie dream girl nbs. right. you know nbs aren’t just weird girls. right

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WILDERIC ,,

wilderic is an umbrella term, connected to forests, plants, wilderness, wonder, the natural world, ecology and nature.

wilderic is not a xenogender

some experiences / feelings  that could fall under wilderic :

a connection to ecology, wilderness, forests, plants, wonder, the natural world, ecology and nature

a connection to the feeling of freedom inspired by the natural world, feeling as free and wild as the plants and creatures

a connection to a feeling of thriving without human intervention. like an ecosystem turning and renewing, growing and surviving

feeling as though ones identity is as unknowable, awe-inspiring, wonderful and filled with raw power

a connection to decay and other remnants of life found in the forest (bones , feathers , shells , e.t.c)

a connection to the fullness of life, forests and other environments absolutely bustling with creatures and unseen activity

a connection to wild creatures, growing plants, alterhumanity or otherwise  

WILDERIC TERMS ,,

WILDIN : a term that stands for “wilderic in nature”

WILDERINE : the wilderic equivalent of masculine / feminine, this is to symbolize having the qualities of / relating to wilderic

FLAG IDs  flag one id: a nine stripe flag going from dark blue-green, lighter blue-green, medium toned green, slightly yellow light green, a pale yellow-green. this colour pattern is then mirrored.  flag two id: a five stripe flag that goes from dark blue-green, lighter blue-green, medium toned green, slightly yellow light green, a pale yellow-green. (edited)

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i wasn't supposed to write about roses or blood or silver, about hearts or wings or galaxies; my teacher used to press her hands, firmly, to the top of our poetry stacks and beg us - love different. she was bored of it. i'd go home and write something with each of her off-limits words, emboldened by spite.

for a stint of time, i was a reader for a poetry magazine, shifting through thousands of submitted writings, each hopefully printed onto my tiny laptop screen for next-submission-viewing. one editor had a pile where we would put all the poems with parsnips or cauliflower, one pile for long-thin emergency rants that devolved into a blank scream, one pile for mentions of belladonna and chartreuse - for a whole year, i'd go to bed hearing chartreuse and silver and cities playing in my head in calligraphy. every three months, the beautiful public eye would become just-fascinated by pretty things. unusual, beautiful monstrosities. one winter, all about daises. the next, a fascination with posies. i watched the world spin from catching love in language to the same five phrases - help, it's ending, i'm alone, help, it's dark here, come home, help -

later, as an english teacher, i saw patterns. every semester, one million essays about four specific things. it wasn't pretty enough to be a teachable moment: the content they wanted to discuss was all extremely violent; a broken anthem of climate change and constantly being videoed is destroying us. i would wake up shaking, worried their visions were prophetic, soon-to-be-true. selfish, i couldn't handle the constant semester-to-semester panic they scribbled into six paragraphs, MLA-formatted text. read the world is ending fifty times every month; sob to your therapist i'm not doing enough, tell your students: please, no more violence, i don't have the right stomach.

each one seemed the same poem: we're dying, and nobody is coming to save us.

there are very few celebration poems these days. i want to rest my hand on a stack of poems about love in big red wings. love in a jacket, standing under an open galaxy. love written on the bicep, in an anatomically correct heart, with an arrow shot through the center so you can see the pink viscera of surviving a wound - so you know that even permanent tattoos are permeable. blood on the snout of a newborn lamb. silver rings around the pink scales of a pigeon's leg, and love with her hand around the ribs of a bird. i want to read boring essays about lunch. about which video games run the best graphics. about carnivals. about love in big cliche terms: standing in a garden of parsnips, clutching daises to her chest, eating raw meat over the body of a rich man.

i want to open the poetry magazine and have pages of sonnets about bluebells. about survival. about a mundane, beautiful spring. about sitting with your dog on a front porch, writing without spite, happily toying with the idea of ice cream.

my student sends me an email. i know you said to write about what brings you joy. but nothing really makes me happy these days. i don't know what i'm doing.

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hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

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My butch and I are both lesbians. We are, neither of us, men.

But I call him my boyfriend. I call him my boytoy, my boy, sir, Mr., guy. Cause this language makes him happy. It supports his gender and expression, and it makes him happy.

Butches of all flavors and types have been using he/him pronouns and masculine language forever. Butches have been called boy, guy, boyfriend. Butches have used "traditionally masculine" names like Mitch, Ed, Mac, Joe.

Cause guess what?

Language is fake! It's all made up! If it makes you happy, use it! Wanna call yourself "boy," even if you're not a man? Do it! Wanna be called "boyfriend," even if you're not a guy? Go for it!

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i wanna take a second and acknowledge something because its really weighing on me.

i am both physically and mentally disabled. i have chronic knee pain that has left me as a constant mobility aid user, as well as an ambulatory wheelchair user. i am luckier than most on that front. i am also psychotic, autistic, and developmentally disabled among other things. im also luckier than most on this front as i have never been institutionalized, but some days my mental is worse than my physical.

being the way that i am, i need a lot of support on a day-to-day basis. dont get it confused, i am NOT high support, but rather i require a lot of emotional support. i can live on my own, fend for myself, ect, but i need another person to talk to, and because of this i find comfort in the communities i am apart of. its extremally comforting to know im not alone, and that people struggle similarly to me. that being said.

i feel like there is no place for me in the mental health community as a physically disabled person.

the amount of ableism i have seen- not even unknowingly, but violent and abhorrent ableism- from phys abled ment disabled people is terrifying, and has drawn me away from most of the community as a whole. not everyone is bad, not everyone is this misinformed, but it is a scary amount of people who are like this.

because of this, i feel like i dont have that much communal support as a mentally disabled person because i am physically disabled.

i, as an individual, believe i should never come before any of my disabled peers, mostly because i have it far better than the large majority of them. i would stand if one of them needed to sit, ect. but as a physically disabled person, i do feel that the physical disability community has been shoved to the side in favor of mental accommodations. i am all for accommodations for neurodivergent people. i need them myself and i couldnt be happier we are starting to get accommodated, even a little. BUT. these are easy accommodations to make, and a lot of the time, it requires nothing from the public but more self-accommodation. physically disabled people are unable to go out, live full lives without risk of getting deathly sick, fear of being unable to even enter a building, or even being left behind in an emergency situation. this isnt fucking okay.

i cannot stress enough that attending to the needs of physically disabled people first would help the majority of society. our accommodations would help you too. yet here we are, left in the dust, and often shunned by other communities. its just heartbreaking, especially knowing my fellow physically disabled people who are so much more restricted than me are often stuck in their homes, left out, or forgotten.

mental disability community, i am BEGGING you to advocate for us. we want to be on your side, and we are. but you are making it so fucking difficult for an allyship here. people like crippled-pvp are harassed on the daily for simply existing as a physically disabled person, and often the harassment is from mentally disabled people looking to start shit because they feel left out of a space meant for physically disabled people only. please, please do better.

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abled-bodied brain disable ppl have three punk labels (neuropunk, autipunk, madpunk) and no one cares or upset that able brain not included

physically disable ppl have one punk label (cripplepunk) and society go wild. SOCIETY

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2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

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“are these not the same types of discrimination that mentally ill people face?”

no actually. no it’s fucking not! because your depression and anxiety and ADHD will not prevent you from going up the stairs or over a door lip

so glad we could have this discussion. fall off a fucking buillding