No one asked me and that’s fine because that’s entirely my brand in here, but I saw a colleague’s tweet and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
An IceMav dads + Rooster headcanon:
With TGMs weird befuddled timeline and Bradley’s age being an ambiguous mess, all I want everyone to consider is:
Bradley had a Tamagotchi. Tamagotchi’s were all the rage in ‘97/’98, so a teen-ish Bradley BEGGING to get one because every kid does and of course he gets one. But it’s a Tamagotchi and those of you who are too young to even remember the rage of it, those little shits were WORK. And it was a point of PRIDE TO KEEP THEM ALIVE for as long as possible. But to keep them alive you had to give them CONSTANT attention and I mean CONSTANT.
But also he was a teen in the Icemav household and you know Iceman was the kind of loving but stern parent that required Bradley to show grades and work. So the only condition for Bradley to get it?
“You can’t take it to school most days so it won’t distract you.”
(He could take it Fridays and maybe the week post-tests if results were good.)
But also Ice would feel bad if Bradley’s tamagotchi died because Bradley really treated it like a pet. They didn’t have pets because everyone worked so much at all times, the feral cat that decided to inhabit Mav’s workshop did not count. Solution? Ice kept the tamagotchi while Bradley was at school. They did try to leave it with Mav but Mav’s ADHD nuked it on the first week, he could NOT keep it alive more than a few hours.
So Iceman, in the late 90s and for a good portion of his YEAR, babysat a tamagotchi. He took pride in the fact him and Bradley managed to have SEVERAL 12-day (the oldest a Tama can be before dying of old age) pets.
Many of Ice’s underlings were in awe of it. Slider also helped keep the thing alive. In fact, it was a whole village effort before he handed it back to Bradley during weekdays and when not in assignments and whatnot.
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Actually if anyone needs proof that language actually evolves in the true sense of the word: (evolves to be better).
I am proof. A 90s kid who in her teens was such a stubborn jerk when someone told her that using "gay" as a negative word is a slur, refused to stop saying it for maybe a few more years. And I am very sorry, not just because I now have multiple diagnoses to validate my own lived experience of disability. That all came after I changed my language for the better.
We grew up saying all the things everyone agrees is not ok to say now.
The r-word etc. Autistic was a slur too.
It was all just commonplace. (It's no wonder many of us from the millennial generation are left feeling kinda screwed up)
It was Bad, ok.
(If you think that's horrible and irredeemable, well what can I say except think about how we schizospec feel still being called a rampant amount of names and slurs, having our symptoms made into "cute" TikTok trends to be joked about incessantly - but we believe and know you have the propensity to change, it's just an attitude/ignorance thing)
But here's the thing, the point of this post:
Language evolved.
We are better than that now.
Majority of us stopped saying what are now largely considered slurs years ago. Now it's just the internalized ableism to work on.
So why can't we as a society agree to stop using slurs against schizospec?
Why can't it be just as "cringe" to pick on/bully some of the most vulnerable people in society - schizospec?
And stop saying people are schizospec just because they are bigots or you disagree with them, that's not how it works.
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tagged by my buddy @jennamacaroni to spell out my account name with songs.
sold (the grundy county auction incident) by john michael montgomery
a case of you cover by gabrielle aplin
rich by maren morris
any man of mine by shania twain
hot & heavy by lucy dacus
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cruel summer cover by g-flip
reckless driving (feat. ben kessler) by lizzy mcalpine
embarrassing by taylor bickett
wild turkey by amythyst kiah
enchanted (taylor's version) by taylor swift
tagging @thecrackshiplollipop @stellesappho @roarsaidthedinosaur @the-emef @fluent-in-lesbianism @knockfivetimes @socallmedaisy @catsofyore @tarynlatx @always-undermining
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I've been discussing this recently with people older than me, and I've always considered myself as a person who got to experience, albeit fleetingly, the XX century.
Some say that being born in the 90s means you basically only experienced 1/10 or less of the XX century, so you can be lumped with 2000s kid as honorary member lol.
Some say early 90s are the last conceivable birth years to call yourself a 90s/XX century child.
So, what's the opinion on this here on tumblr? Who can be realistically called a XX century kid?
(edit: to better explain, who can be said to have experienced fully or at least pretty satisfactorily the XXth? People who turned 20 in the 90s? People who hit 30s in the 90s?)
Reblog for larger sample size!
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the good thing about consistent sleeping schedules is yay, more sleep!!
...but then I fall asleep before my creative energy bursts, which come after midnight. :( my writing sessions used to be late (up to 3am, even), but alas, gotta find a new time now. :((
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Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?
Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.
All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)
But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.
But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.
I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?
It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.
Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.
Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)
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