"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about

Reminder:

This is a beautiful addition thank you @curseoftheseahag

male archetypes like uncles and the skiing joker

when i try my hand at not getting annoyed as easily and then i happen to open youtube and this is the first thing i see

even beyond the overt racism, this is really why rolin's TVL is so gross I think: because it was written specifically to hedge against criticism by positioning itself as some sort of misunderstood underdog (like its protagonist) and spur fans to create things just like this, which they're falling for hook line and sinker.

the whole season is transparently a meta storyline of a gay white man who believes that he's the victim of unjust persecution --

-- not any kind of systemic societal persecution, because he's too powerful and flippant for homophobia to ever touch him, nor do vampires even really want him dead because he chickens out of convincing the world that they're real --

-- but of some vague prejudice against him for existing because he's just too cool and radical, in some immaterial way that like the aesthetic rebelliousness of tim burton and rolin jones doesn't stand for anything, even any principles specific to vampires in-world.

so he manufactures his own narrative, told in his own words to the audience, where he triumphs over this supposed prejudice literally in his own mind and nowhere else, because that supposed cruel persecution does not in fact exist and so there is nowhere in the world of his show to actually triumph over anything. it's a cynical, fourth-wall facing season of television about a man who despite his transgressions defines himself by victimhood and must warp everything and everyone around him to justify that identity, whose grand self actualization consists of pithy comebacks to made-up caricatures of people in his head.

your TAGS 👌

May you be invisible to Flock cameras and law enforcement.

i’ll say ily to a mutual i’ve had for 3 days #nevergaf

rule 1 of nonbinary club: there is no right or wrong way to be nonbinary :)

rule 2 of nonbinary club: if u mention that half of us get seen as quirky and the other half get seen as rapists then u will be hunted for sport

are u fuckin serious

Friends, romans, people who are nonbinary except at work, lend me your ears,

I'm so sick of the disingenuous reactions of Westerners to "Death / Nuke to America / Canada / Australia".

We've long ago established anyone fearmongering and pearl-clutching to "Death to Israel / Nuke Israel" is just a zionist. I'm not convinced it's any different for these other European settler colonies.

You're never gonna catch me saying "Don't say nuke Israel, there's Palestinians there!" like it is very fucking clearly just tone policing. Also we celebrate our occupation getting bombed all the time lmao.

You're not gonna convince me this shitty reactionary rhetoric isn't a psyop either. It's rhetoric that can easily be turned on actually militant Indigenous activists in these settler colonies who are blocking railways and shutting down pipelines just to name a few 'Canadian' examples. Why the fuck are y'all so adamant that Indigenous people want the preservation of the settler colonies occupying them? It's suspect at best.

The real answer is Westerners do not have a single internationalist bone in their body and they are looking for any excuse to tell third worlders to shut up about their exploitation at the hands of the West. Best way to do that is to play idpol, the same way zionists accuse you of antisemitism for wanting the destruction of Israel, so too the Westerners accuse you of anti-Indigenous racism for wanting the destruction of the settler colonies that decimated them in the first place.

being a trans woman with a vagina is so cool because i get 2 g spots and a clit. she can do it all

i think this deserves to be part of the post

[ID: Tumblr comment. "so! a neovagina has the g spot you'd expect, on the front wall of the vagina at a fairly shallow depth, you reach it by curling your fingers up. what you're feeling when you stimulate the g spot is the bundle of nerves and tissue at the root of the clitoris, which is why it's so sensitive. however, at a further depth in the vaginal canal, you eventually run up against the prostate, which is all still intact after surgery. so that's a whole other g spot, which makes deeper penetration feel great too! and then of course outside the vagina is the clitoris itself, which can be stimulated all sorts of ways, in tandem with the internal g spots. vaginas are so cool" End ID]

makes me so happy seeing this still getting notes from girls excited about their surgeries. it's wonderful sisters, more wonderful than you can imagine!!! i'm 3 months in now and i truly couldn't be happier with her, it's a medical marvel and it looks pretty and it functions perfectly and sex feels good and i'm so much more confident and comfortable and i'm wearing what i like and 90% of my dysphoria has disappeared and just!!! it's a wonderful thing! i love being trans!

the joy of working with middle school aged children is that, regardless of how long you've been doing it, they will always find novel ways to annoy and confuse you, which is okay because that's the natural state of the middle school aged child. anyway suffice it to say that for the past three weeks of school my 6th grade class has been greeting me at my door by lining up outside of it, playing the national anthem, and saluting me as i walk in.

What they're doing to you:

Acknowledging that “critical thinking” means “thinking about things in a thorough way from different perspectives” and not “finding every flaw in a thing and fixating on it until all the joy is gone” is so liberating.

It’s supposed to be about intellectual curiosity, not about finding ways to devalue things that aren’t perfect or that we personally dislike.

you hear about recovery not being linear (”there are ups and downs”), but actually it’s more like a game of wack-a-mole. this is not a bad thing

to extend the metaphor: when you’re at the beginning of your recover (less kindly known as rock bottom), you have a garden full of moles. you have a mole popping up every 5 seconds, and maybe it’s the same hyperactive mole, maybe it’s a bunch of moles taking turns, but whether they all look the same, you have a garden full of the fuzzy bastards. 

so you pick up a mallet and start hitting. maybe you’re bad at using the mallet, maybe you get better over time, but after a while you get tired, bc you’ve been at it for ages and a mole is still popping up every 5, 10 seconds. what you don’t realize is, you’ve actually nerfed a lot of the moles. it’s just now there’s more space for the other ones to come to the surface and start making noise. but if you keep. swinging. the mallet. eventually they’re gonna slow down. 

My recovery began when I started treating my depression & moved away from an abusive environment. It took a long time for me to realize I was recovering, bc as soon as one thing improved, another popped up. As my depression improved, I became more alert and active–and discovered that my brain fog & self-isolation had inadvertently been covering up my sensory issues. I had enough energy to start school again–and bc I wasn’t sleeping & lounging all day, I was suddenly aware of my concentration issues. One mole bites the dust, another pops up. 

but the secret is: there are a finite number of moles in the universe. 

4 years I’ve been wacking away at these fuckers with a mallet. I’ve taken turns wacking depression and its cronies suicidal ideation & self-harm, followed in succession by previous dormant crap related to anxiety, adhd, spd, c-ptsd, and other 👎 acronyms. And behold: progress. (Atm i’ve finally convinced the furry piece of shit called Executive Dysfunction to come out of the ground, which is exciting bc wrangling this bastard means finally getting to work on longterm personal projects again.)  Moles still pop up from time to time, but my life has a lot more space for me in it

the moral of this story is: if u hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. KEEP WACKING

look what @the-toadish-one​ made!!!

*peers closely* they fucking untypoed my wack-a-mole post

IVE HAD THIS QUEUED SINCE MARCH AND IT DIDNT POST ON AUGUST 19TH U HAVE NO IDEA HOW PISSED I AM

(Video Transcript:)

A tired looking man in a grey suit holding a cd.

“I shall see you on August 19th”

He then throws the cd.

(End Video Transcript)

*He throws the CD with the most bizarre “aaigh!” that cracks a little in the middle