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Saw that post about transmascs and how ppl need to talk more about vaginal atrophy and how it's easily treatable with estrogen cream without affecting your HRT and it got me thinking about how none of us transfems seem to talk about dick atrophy either and how it's also easily treatable with topical testosterone cream provided you're not taking a T blocker (so on a GnRH agonist, estradiol monotherapy, or have had bottom surgery). Without T you don't get that passive tissue maintenance so unless you want to get hard every other day for the rest of your life to keep it healthy you're kinda screwed and erections can become really painful, let alone the change in length/shape. So yeah ask about topical testosterone.

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Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

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I'm looking to pick up another job but I'm having trouble finding something in my area.

Hey kids, I'm gonna talk about porn. Be responsible for yourselves and drink a glass of water right now you're probably dehydrated.

In the meantime, does anyone have any info about selling smutty RP? I do it freely and often enough that I wonder if there's a market for essentially being a porn service top/bottom for people who want to indulge in unusual kinks or fetishes.

I think I'd still freely do the stuff I find fun, but it'd be nice to be able to charge like, a flat $15-30+tips to give someone some really specific content. People got kinks and things to work through, I'm not going to judge or reveal client info.

But I don't know where to start when it comes to laws on erotica vs pornography, or what money apps get sanctimonious about private business.

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Reading Bernard as Queer in his Early Comics

Bernard Dowd is, frankly, VERY easy to read as queer way before he started actually dating Tim Drake, and right back to his literal introduction in which he is quite literally checking Tim out, let's not lie. Followed by a lot of stuff that can be read as flirting.

But to me the most definitive moment that I point to is actually when he implies that he thinks Tim is gay, and it's because of the way he says it.

"We're two modern, enlightened men in the third millennium, Drake. No need to make up imaginary girlfriends." [Robin #123]

Tim has at this point rejected Darla, certified hottest girl in school, explaining that he already had a girlfriend, Stephanie, and he's happy with her. Neither Darla nor Bernard believe him (Darla thinking the reason he lies is because he's afraid of her mob boss dad, interestingly also revealed to be a reason Bernard told her for why guys don't ask her out in general), and with Bernard here thinking she's a cover for Tim being gay.

And while that certainly isn't an odd thing for a straight guy to assume, when you think about straight boys in the early 00's, I'm sure you'd know pretty well that this would come out more directly like "what, are you gay?"

And Bernard in particular does not have a history of beating around the bush about accusations he isn't actually sure are true. Like when he just went "admit you have an abusive father who beats you" about Tim's black eye.

What he actually says accomplishes three things.

One is clearly implies that he thinks Tim is gay without actually saying the word, which is kind of inherent to this time period's queer culture when talking in public spaces.

Second is that he indicates he is a safe person to tell.

And third, and most importantly for this particular essay, he indicates he is part of the same category.

Now I'm sure someone could argue that what he's actually saying is "we're both not the type of people who would CARE if someone's gay", but I think that falls apart in the context of using this sentence to tell Tim he thinks he is.

Because how do you backtrack from that if Tim was like, "yes, you too?"

And I think the answer is that you don't.

My best guess for if Bill Willingham really didn't intend Bernard to be queer is that he only avoided the word "gay" and phrased it this way because in the public medium of comics he didn't want Bernard to come off as rude as actual teenage boys would to avoid complaints. (Or editorial stopped him.)

But whether intended or not, Bernard declares himself queer here.

And so when people are curious as to "Why Bernard?" in the subject of out of all the guys Tim was close with, for one to be chosen to end up dating him, I point to this.

It's this.

This this this this THIS

And so we get blessed with this smug asshole (affectionate):

[Tim Drake: Robin #7]

And I love him

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A bot or just weird!

I've been accused of being a bot before. It's like no, all my glitches are natural thanks

Hey, do you know if there are any bots in the Tumblr roleplay communities? I'm getting AI vibes from an account that contacted me

//I'm pretty sure I've encountered rp bots before unfortunately. And there are also people who use AI for their rps.

So it's very possible it's a bot.

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Good explanation of cognitive dissonance and why so many people act the way they do.

Stay strong, y'all. Stay aware.

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Did y'all know that way back in the day, before Shakespeare even, when the British were putting on plays they would have the person playing the villain (often the devil) come out on stage after the show and talk to the audience out of character? The actor would call out to his friends in the audience and remind them of private jokes and sometimes he would even start removing his costume. It was how he'd remind people that he was not actually the devil or the villain, he was just Tom the farmhand in a scary mask.

This was done because there often wasn't much pageantry available outside of the big theatres. Small venues or town pantomimes had to really in the audience's imaginations for a great deal of the set. And that also meant the audience needed to Believe that the villain was as real as the hero.

All throughout Hollywood History you can find accounts of "bad guy" actors being accosted or attacked by fans when out of their costumes. I remember watching an interview with Carroll O'Connor talking about not being able to eat in a restaurant because too many people would interrupt his family's meal to yell at him for his portrayal of Archie Bunker from All in the Family. He said that these people wouldn't call him Carroll, they'd call him Archie, which was confusing to him because Archie wasn't real.

Even today it happens! Wyatt Russell has gotten death threats for playing John Walker/Captain America/US Agent.

The human mind is incredibly capable of fucking up your own perception of reality. Please learn this fucking lesson early so you can recognize when you're getting the real world mixed up with fantasy.

when you say those things about ren it's like you're saying them about mun

https://www.tumblr.com/stargazertheofficial/786936282821623808/mun-why-do-you-give-ren-so-many-problems-and?source=share

No it absolutely fucking is not. And i never said anything aside from Roy was done dealing with her for his own sake ic. Kindly fuck off with this rhetoric anymore asks about this will be deleted

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MOON HOLIDAY!

Celebration ideas!

Vibe with the Moon.

Pour one out for the Moon

Watch a documentary of the History of the Space Race

Watch a Hollywood film about the Moon landing (Hidden Figures)

Watch that clip of astronaut Buzz Aldrin punching that asshat conspiracy theorist in the face at age 72

Watch that clip a couple more times

Make Tang or Tang pie!

Make snacks that were popular back then!

Look to the stars and let yourself become overwhelmed with a feeling of awe and wonder at the amazing amount of work it took to get there and how we as a species have only continued to work so hard on all the little things that call to us

Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

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HOW MANY OF THEM ARE BERNARD'S VIDEOS?

I need a continuation of this where Damien thinks Bernard is dating Tim to investigate his theories and is protectively hacked off about it.

"He's not a golddigger, he's worse! A content farmer!"

the only pieces of pop culture media Damian ever consumed before going to Gotham were youtube conspiracy theory videos on the Wayne family because Jason found out during an international mission that there was a buzzfeed unsolved video on his death, and when he got back to the loa base he was so indignant that he ended up watching it repeatedly to make fun of it and Damian ended up watching it over his shoulder.

“do people really care so much that they make videos like this? About you?”

Jason, slightly offended: “ok fuck you kiddo there are TONS of Wayne conspiracy videos about me. most of them aren’t even about my death!”

and so of course Damian demands to see them and they end up down a rabbit hole of wild conspiracy theories about various aspects about the Wayne family. the issue is that Damian is still a young impressionable kid and this is literally the only avenue of information about his father that he’s ever had, apart from Talia saying that he’s a great warrior and Jason saying he’s an emotionally constipated dickhead.

what im saying is Damian totally goes to Gotham fully believing about 30 conspiracies about his father and adoptive brothers. it took Jason the entire two week long undercover trip to Gotham from Nanda Parbat to convince him that no, Bruce is not a cannibal secretly consuming dead children at all of his charity galas. Damian’s still secretly wary when he gets abandoned on the Wayne doorstep. He thinks Tim’s a vampire and Dick is a Bruce clone from a lab. he half believes that the family is part of a demon cult. nobody asks why the kid keeps lining his bedroom door with salt at night because they figure maybe it’s just a paranoid assassin kid thing from the league? and then Jason finally comes back and rejoins the family and the first night be catches sight of Damian grabbing salt from the pantry and he groans like ‘FOR THE LAST TIME. SUPERNATURAL YOUTUBE IS BULLSHIT.’ and Tim who 100% obsessively tracks all conspiracies about them to make sure nobody hits the nail on the head about the bats figures out what they’re talking about and he starts laughing so hard he has an asthma attack

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Happy Pride.

Remember the Past.

We are here. We are loved. We have lived.

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Red Hood stopping killing is only boring if you the writer lack imagination.

Because there are so many more gruesome options available. More modern options. More technical options.

But some people can't comprehend the consequences of "gun shoot bad guy makes me the good guy" mentality and then wonder how the Minnesota shootings happened.

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Oh, I love the other continuations, but this one I especially fuck with. There is something so sickeningly taboo in a fic where Jason kills Tim; and despite the amount of Tim hatred out there, there aren't a lot of fics where this happens. (Probably because Jason's character is better than most genuine Tim haters)

So Jason killing Tim while in a state of possession? Possibly in a state of calm possession, where what he's doing is Good and Right and he's the most relaxed he's felt since he was 15? Then he wakes up to his sibling's corpse and occult symbols and a crowd of people with cameras and screaming and his other gang members freaking out with them and windows shattering as the Bats get there just minutes late.

And Jason has to look at them. Has to watch them realize they were too late. Has to watch them break.

And he doesn't even know why he did it.

Help Wanted ≠ Send Sacrifices

Danny gripped his bangs in his fist, staring down at the paperwork before him with endless frustration and not a lick of comprehension.

Why was there so much paperwork, anyway? Pariah Dark hadn't exactly seemed like the type to keep records. Had he done this on purpose? As punishment to whomever wound up taking the throne from him? Danny had to admit, that sounded like a really devious plan. Unless the next ruler had been, like, The Secretary Ghost or something.

… that gave Danny an idea.

Clockwork had told him about this "Kingly Connection" thing he had yet to try out. Supposedly, it made it so that the king could address his subjects all at once, no matter where they may be. In case of an urgent announcement or Realms-threatening danger, or something.

To Danny, it sounded like a really efficient way to send out a 'Help Wanted' ad. Everyone would be able to hear it, and anyone who for some reason didn't could learn about it through word of mouth. Those who felt they were qualified could come see him at the Keep, and those who didn't could just continue on with whatever they'd been doing. It was the perfect plan.

Danny flopped back in his seat, relieved for the reprieve as he shut his tired eyes. He followed the pull, down, down, into his core… and then even further, til the light behind his eyes got brighter, til he reached the power of the KING.

Hey, everyone. This is your King speaking. I need like, a secretary or something. Someone who can help me handle literal millennia of paperwork. So, if y'all could come on down to the Keep, or pass the offer on to the smartest person you know, that'd be dope.

Danny felt as the power pulsed within his chest, sending his message out along the millions of tiny strings tying all Undead souls back to his. He sighed and slouched in his chair, exhaustion finally catching up to him. All he had to do now was wait. A little nap in the meantime couldn't hurt, could it?

— — —

Jason felt simultaneously floaty and more grounded than he had since his mysterious resurrection. All his anger and uncertainty was just gone, replaced by pure drive and direction. He wasn't thinking very deeply, but he knew what he was doing. It was like laying on the surface of a sunlit lake, letting the gentle waves take him wherever they wished.

The Red Hood finished the chalk circle in the middle of the wide, empty warehouse floor and stepped back. The lines and starbursts that decorated it were drawn immaculately, without a single smudge. Now, all he needed was…

… the smartest person you know…

… Where was Tim?

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Hey fam spreading the word

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Sharing some dope ballet poses for the artists because c'mon look at the them

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Put the cakes on the table someone will love them

I want to draw other people's eds and surprise them but what if they don't like my art💔