skale33:

fungalfaggot:

fungalfaggot:

predstrogen:

fungalfaggot:

this is, of course, where the tumblr revamp would always lead. Just in time for Pride month, the “Queerest Place on the Internet” is attempting to crack down on fags like us for self-identifying with slurs, rather than doing something beneficial like reducing the large ever present transphobe/terf population. Advertiser friendly is the name of the game and I’m sure in a few years this site will be identical to every other sterile neutered social media site available. Have fun while it lasts folks.

this comes right after they stole your joke too funnily enough (about.tumblr.com)

THEY MUGGED ME IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AND THEN SHOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEAD

unpretty:

unpretty:

a fact about me is that i was an early bloomer who hit puberty in elementary school and was immediately, obnoxiously horny in ways that were uncomfortable for everyone because no one is prepared for an elementary schooler with b cups and a deep fascination with movies where people get tied up. another fact is that because i was considered smart for my age in the ways that mattered, i just accepted all this as a single package, the many ways that i was not really a child the way other children were children but was instead a miniature adult. i was technically a child, but not really, as far as i was concerned. it also did not occur to me until around high school that i was fat, because i instead considered myself to be sturdy, to be buff, to be built like a tank.

so somewhere around middle school i am noticing the ways in which i am Not Like Other Girls, the ways in which i am not what society says a girl is and the ways that things marketed to girls do not appeal to me. i don’t know how other girls dealt with this, but i very rationally decided that i was only technically a girl, in the way that i was only technically a child. so i looked at the things that did appeal to me, and that i did enjoy, and reverse engineered my demographic to decide that on a practical and functional level i was a middle-aged man. i had also gotten really hornily into wolverine because of the first x-men movie, and ended up reading a lot of comics, so as you can imagine the comic book version of wolverine who is short and built like a tank and older than he looks despite being for all intents and purposes a middle aged man really had some appeal to me.

there are idiots who say shit about how tomboys would be considered trans these days or whatever, but i can assure you that was not what was happening here. by middle school i already had to special order bras and i was fine with that because of the many weird fetishes i was developing, none of which can be blamed on the internet because i hadn’t found that shit yet and also to this day you would have a hard time finding anything similar to the things i wrote in my secret notebook and immediately destroyed. the fact that i was technically a girl was vital to all this. media where there was a big reveal that some cool dude had been a hot chick the whole time was my shit. weird feral beast people who turned out to be hot women once they took a bath? fuck yes. i would never have cut my hair because that would have ruined my chances to take off a helmet and reveal that i had girl hair. at no point did i think i was anything but a girl, it was just that i was functionally a middle-aged man, who was a girl.

what this means is that i still liked all the things i already liked, such as leather jackets and comic books and anime and old stand-up comedy, but i also did extensive research on the other things i felt i should like according to the demographic i had assigned myself. i watched vh1’s ‘i love the 70s’ with the air of someone trying to hide their amnesia, even though my parents were children in the 70s. i got into the beatles. i tried to get into cars for a while before accepting that i only liked the vintage car aesthetic and couldn’t be fucked to know actual car facts. i wore nothing but cargo shorts and aloha shirts for a while, which didn’t really stand out that much because it was middle school. i bought a fedora and became a libertarian atheist. i made plans to buy a motorcycle (i could not ride a bike).

i gave up on it after a while because quite frankly my titty situation meant there was never really going to be a big reveal that i’d been a girl the whole time. it was pretty obvious even with the cargo shorts. also the older of a teen i was, the more likely it felt that i could maybe get laid, except i could tell that was never going to happen as long as i kept wearing cargo shorts. it took longer to give up the fedora because it was leather and i wore it with my leather jacket and fingerless gloves, which i convinced myself worked a lot better after i’d gone full high school goth. i lived in the desert so you can imagine how well that worked out for me, smell-wise.

anyway that’s how my female socialization went, i don’t think it was particularly successful tbqh

ALT

ALT

cis, but for fetish reasons

mockiatoh:

hhawkeye:

did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop

I keep thinking about this post. Did you let me? As in did you not save me? and Did you let me? as in did you allow me the comfort of your embrace at the expense of your own pain, knowing tomorrow I would be back and fine but you’d still be feeling my blood against your skin?

Did you let me die in your arms?

ilajue:

washing your face is actually multi tasking because you are also washing your hands and forearms and shirt and countertop and feet and floor and hair

susiephone:

even just from the trailers, you can tell how much love and thought and effort was put into the barbie movie by everyone involved. it reminds me of when i realized the lego movie’s character models had fingerprints and smudges and wear and tear on the “plastic,” or when i learned all the tricks and practical effects the crew of the wizard of oz used to have dorothy step out of sepia kansas and into full-color munchkinland in the same take, or when spider-verse came out and we saw how closely the animation style mimicked a comic book. like….yes please. more of this please.

sonnetscrewdriver:

androfembot:

jekkies:

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don’t have anything to give you. you’re not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was “playing City,” with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.

anyway, some kid who didn’t buy insurance got hit with a “medical bill” early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.

kids who don’t ‘get it’ are right, actually

endlessly, morbidly fascinated by how when you’re a kid you’re constantly having parents, school, religion, media, all drumming it into your head that Sharing Is Good And You Need To Do It, and then you grow up and suddenly they’re all like right never mind all that, this is The Real World and it’s every bastard for himself

animentality:

majoras-skull-kid:

ptactwo:

ptactwo:

i hate these modern all-plastic playgrounds for kids… safety blah blah blah, they’re ugly

i know that children crave steel and iron

If you ever find yourself in Carbondale, Illinois, there is an entire playground that is D&D themed, complete with giant wooden castle, made entirely by a grieving father for his son Jeremy who died and loved D&D.

The entire park has different areas of different sculptures hidden in the trees, on the ground of wizards and dragons and other creatures and monsters. There’s tables and benches and spaces to actually play D&D in the park. The castle itself is like a giant jungle gym (there’s even a dungeon/prison in there lol).

I would’ve loved a park like this growing up.