«An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards» Ilya«Ph.D in Badassery»Grey-Ace/Bisexual • Genderfluid Ey/Em/Eir • Fae/Faer/Faers • Xe/Xyr/XyrsMy Tags
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Explaining to straight adults that much of queer history happened within their lifetime and they were unaware of all the extremely important events and how many laws there were to prevent us from thriving because they werent part of queer circles themselves is like...
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How would you like to know about the war in Ba Sing Se?
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I have nothing against trans girl headcanon stuff where people are like "this character would dress and present exactly the same as they did pretransition" but its always applied to characters it absolutely would not apply to
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They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames
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Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.
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Long distance driving convoy of strangers (affectionate) :
Are you leaving us so soon, caravan with bikes!? Good luck with your holiday!! Hello dog in boot! You're doing so well in the car!! I need to go into these services! Goodbye convoy! Perhaps I shall meet you at the roadworks
Long distance driving convoy of strangers (derogatory) :
I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF MY SIGHT I WILL HONK AT YOU. YOU ARE GOING THIRTY MILES AN HOUR UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT. GO FASTER OR MOVE OUT THE WAY AND YOOOU, YOU GET OUT OF MY ARSE. DO YOU THINK I WANT TO GO THIS SPEED!?! DO YOU SEE THE CAR IN FRONT!? DO YOU THINK RAMMING ME WILL MAKE IT GO FASTER!? FUCKIN TRY IT THEN
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one time in college when i was like 19 this guy in one of my classes asked me out and he was SO nice so i cannot stress enough i did Not want to hurt his feelings. i turned him down very gently and told him i just wasn't interested, which was the truth.
anyway a week later one of those evil christian demonstrators was on campus shouting at people and generally we ignored them because what they want is an audience and an argument. but on this day i was walking by on my way to ballet so i was in leggings and a sweater over my leotard and he yelled "nice cameltoe, dyke!" and i honestly was less angry at him than i was at my university for allowing him to be there. they said it was public property so he had the right to "assemble" but i didn't understand why sexually harassing students and calling them slurs was included in that "right."
anyway i was 19 and so mad and i spun on him idk probably i was going to hit him and people saw that because they got between us and gave me the classic "he's not worth it" speech and i was like okay you're right.
so he shouted something about me liking pussy and i laughed and said "actually, i do! you got one thing right!" and then i turned to walk away
and one of the guys who intervened (thankfully so i didn't get expelled for beating someone up on campus) was the guy who'd asked me out and after i calmed down and he was sure i was okay he was joking around to lighten the mood and he said "'pussy' huh? now i know why you weren't interested in me hahaha."
and my autistic ass said, without thinking, simply trying to clarify my identity at the time and that genitals aren't gendered etc. "no i am bisexual, that wasn't it."
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““When Iraq was not yet Iraq, it was the birthplace of the first written words. The words look like bird tracks. Masterful hands drew them in clay with sharpened canes. Fire annihilates and rescues, kills and gives life, as do the gods, as do we. Fire hardened the clay and preserved the words. Thanks to fire, the clay tablets still tell what they told thousands of years ago in that land of two rivers. In our days, George W. Bush, perhaps believing that writing was invented in Texas, launched with joyful impunity a war to exterminate Iraq. There were thousands upon thousands of victims, and not all of them were flesh and blood. A great deal of memory was murdered too. Living history in the form of numerous clay tablets were stolen or destroyed by bombs. One of the tablets said: We are dust and nothing All that we do is no more than wind.””
— Eduardo Galeano quoted in an essay by Tom Engelhardt at TomDispatch introducing an excerpt from Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone. Eduardo Galeano, The Previous Sole Superpower (via protoslacker)
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gotta be honest I just fundamentally don't get the concept of hatewatching. like sure I've put a dumb movie on during a get together with friends to get silly entertainment out of it. but whenever another disney live action remake or harry potter thing or whatever comes out and I have to see posts on my dash being like "boycott it! if you REALLY have to see how bad it is at least pirate it!!" I'm always like. bitch you live like this? you watch movies you know you'll hate? you take time out of your day - and you have a limited number of days on this earth - to watch a movie you'll hate, when there are so many great movies in the world that you could love? I'll never understand it.
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merlin has more strength than me bc if I heard uther pendragon bitch and moan about how magic only brings harm after I just saved his sons life for the ten billionth time that year with my magic and almost died yet again, I fear id accidentally turn him into a log
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This month I have been asking my 3rd-4th graders what vegetable they like and I have been FIGHTING them on whether melon is a vegetable or not and it's got me thinking that the Japanese word 野菜 and the English word vegetable do not actually overlap as neatly as I have been led to believe
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there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”
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i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh
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"The omnitrix is basically a glorified bracelet"-Benjamin Tennyson
I'm pretty sure the omnitrix does have a time feature and at least an alien that can tell you the exact time but let me enjoy my self indulgent ben 10 doodle
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Apparently there was some kind of race scheduled at a local park or something so I've been trying to avoid the main trail but a little while ago when I had to cross near it I overheard the following shouted exchange
Higher feminine voice: woo, look at you go! You're jogging! Keep it up!
Lower masculine voice (panting): you know it! Last place is still a place, baby!
And goddamn if that didn't rewire my brain a little bit.
Last place is still a place, baby.
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Every time someone says "we need a new political party in America to represent all the people in the center!" I am reminded of the Dutch Centre Party aka the owners of one of the funniest opening lines of a wiki article:

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I've seen what happens when people Get Worse. I've orbited a lot of people who Got Worse (especially online). If you listen to people who Got Worse it's all the same: they don't have consistent, meaningful social support, they've been hurt too many times and they can't open up out of fear that the next betrayal is going to drive the knife right through the artery, they end up spending too much time alone and develop secret languages, meanings, thought cycles completely inscrutable to anyone who has never had to rely on such rituals to survive, they get caught in a cycle of reopening and licking their wounds because the progression of time is so unrewarding and stagnant that the past is basically always the present, and the present is already the future, they become mean, they become strange.
some people might offer to help them but it's rare they ever know where to start, let alone exhibit compassion without grimace. admittedly, even for genuinely compassionate people, it isn't the easiest thing. if the person is someone who is stuck in their ways or doesn't know you, they don't really have a reason to be receptive to your help. "why should I waste my time on someone who is just going to become another memory of heartache? someone who will carelessly hurt and abandon me?" and such. an earnest attempt to help can feel like an attempted assault to them. at the same time, the meaningful interpersonal relationships that these people need will not survive if built on pity or fleeting self-gratifying feelings of "building" someone into your idea of a desirable person.
I don't know where I was going with this, but I always found it hard not to see myself as only a few degrees removed from these people. one or two safety nets separated from being completely trapped. unable to feel safe in not just the world but also my own body. a cosmological dead end. I stay away from habitually engaging in the obvious things can that make trying to change when you're at this point difficult (alcohol, drugs, etc), but if temperance is how you maintain stability in the face of rock bottom, you're basically already there, right? you're there and your body just hasn't caught up. maybe I'm just being dramatic because it's late. hows everypony finding the new deltarune chapters.
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