was thinking about infighting and like. they all see us the same. from the wildest queerest fagdyke to a cis gay guy. we are the same to them. the weird queers are not like. ruining your precious community. we're a part of it
@ exclusionists:
We are all Faggots in the eyes of the Fash. Stand United or Die Separately.
truly few things are more sneer-worthy to me than a gay deeply invested in respectability and assimilation
Everytime this gets a note when its nowhere near christmas I question my sanity just a little bit more
No, it is July, stop that, stop giving this notes, you guys have lost reblogging privileges
I’ve told this story ten thousand times and I will tell it for the ten thousandth and first: whenever I think about wearing a costume to work on Halloween, I remember the time I saw a doctor breaking what must have been devastating news to a sobbing patient while the doc was dressed as a ketchup bottle.
There’s a lot of good responses to this but I obviously very partial to the healthcare ones
My cats wanted to fight again and I wasn't letting them but the passion in their eye contact suggests they started fighting telepathically
Made this for u 💝
Don't hide this in the tags @voluptatiscausa
Wrapping a nice and compact trauma processing pill in a sheet of slutty slutty cheese.
entering this great new phase of my life where, when someone treats me like shit, instead of going "oh man I guess I'm a piece of shit" I can whole-heartedly go "christ alive, what is wrong with you? you can't treat people like that" and it may sound simple but it took a long time to get here and there's no fucking way I'm going back
retail micromanagement destroys peoples brains istg i can always tell when someone came from retail bcs they legit have learned helplessness wrt managing their own time at work. i mean i was the same way when i left retail its brutal but its fixable.
retail escapees emerge so brokennnn bcs how could u not its legiterally traumatic. like u take grown adult human beings and make them stand in a spot and say a fucking script at people, and dont let them start or end tasks without being directly told to, and they cant piss or eat or drink without asking or being told and they're berated for things completely beyond their control and punished for any tiny deviation from the deranged micromanagement and put in an outfit that's humiliating only because it marks them as someone going through this torture... and for this they're compensated with starvation wages and the entire time they're forced to perform a level of happiness and cordiality that would be insaneeeee in the face of all thats being done to them. how could anyone remain normal. hiring someone from a retail job is like taking in a shelter dog from an abusive home im so glad someone did that for me but jesus christ.
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Hey PSA: Grave of the Fireflies was recently added to netflix in the USA.
I'm assuming most of my followers already know what this movie is, and what it is about.
But just in case you don't, and just think, oh cool, a Studio Ghibli movie I haven't seen before, that stuff is fun!
PLEASE READ A SUMMARY AND WARNINGS BEFORE WATCHING THIS MOVIE.
(ESPECIALLY BEFORE SHOWING THIS MOVIE TO ANY KIDS)
This is a *war* movie. It is a *World War II* war movie. And is not messing around.
This is a "everyone dies including and especially the little kids" movie.
I'm not saying don't watch it - it is considered a masterpiece. But know what you are getting into.
This movie is a direct Japanese perspective of the massive trauma children suffered after the bombs dropped, including radiation poisoning and starvation, seeing dead bodies and deformed animals, losing supplies to raiders and hiding from attackers.
It is horror. It is not kind. It will not hold your hand. It is history. It is important.
It is not a kids movie.
Let’s Have Another Bullet Point Story, Courtesy of a Friend
- So I have a friend that used to be in the tumblers troupe at the renfaire as a contortionist
- We were chatting online and she told me to tell you all this story.
- I love Kat dearly
- but she forgets that she’s stupid strong and hypermobile
- so one day she throws her back out
- bad enough that she needed painkillers and couldn’t stand upright
- “But also I needed Tampons and like. A Burrito, real bad.”
- she’s flat on her back in her apartment when she decides this
- and, in an
- impeccable
- leap of reasoning, decides
- “I can’t roll my back forward to sit/stand up like normal.
- But I can ARCH my back just fine.
- SO
- I’m going to do that and get on my hands and feet in a stomach-in-the-air this-shit-belongs-in-a-horror-movie-type pose,
- And amble on down to the 7-11”
- “And get me that Burrito”
- It is,
- for context,
- after midnight in July during a wildfire so it’s hot as satan’s own asshole and the moon is red and shit’s already generally cursed.
- Imagineyou are some poor sap working nights at the world’s deadest 7-11, and you hear the door jangle but you don’t see anyone’s head over the counters.
- Whatever.
- Except you keep hearing noises like there’s someone in the next aisle over.
- Fucking around in the burrito section
- It’s also worth mentioning that Kat
- 1. sings whatever earworm is currently running through her head when she’s not paying attention
- 2. sounds EXACTLY like some kind of creepy child from a horror movie when doing so
- tonight’s song is something from veggietales.
- DUDE ACTUALLY STANDS HIS GROUND
- and/or is really fucking high and isn’t sure if he’s tripping balls or notanyway
- Kat goes up to pay for her burrito and tampons
- She realizes the counter presents something of a challenge, and then demonstrates for me on her kitchen table at 4AM during a different july wildfire,
- exactly
- how she used the shelves to climb up the counter
- like one of the boston robotics beasties
- dude stares at her for like, five minutes and says.
- “Register’s broke.”
- “Oh No!” Says Kat. “Just Take ‘em.” “Really? I can leave cash-you don’t have to give me change I don’t want you to get in trouble with your manager.” “…Nah.” “Oh! OK! Thank you!” “Yeah ok bye.”
- Shortly after she arrived back at the apartment, she got a text on her phone from the campus security about "A Suspicious Individual” at tle 7-11.
- It took her
- FOUR
- FUCKING
- YEARS
- to realize she was the suspicious individual
every time this crosses my dash, all i can think is “i’d love to hear this from the perspective of the cashier who encountered some sort of demon buying a burrito on the night shift”
No!
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want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons
that’s what characters ARE. not people, but potential. many things, as needed, no matter how mutually exclusive.
YES THIS THIS THIS
This is why I never understand people who think a character absolutely has to be a certain sexuality or only shipped with a certain person etc bc to me the fun in fandom is exploring all the different possibilities for a character or a world or whatever
Especially with shipping I love to explore the different kinds of relationship dynamics a character might have if they were to date different kinds of people bc people don’t behave the same in every relationship they’ve had they take on different roles depending on the needs and boundaries of their partner and I like to explore all of those possibilities
um does anyone else remember that one long week when the homestuck fandom started redrawing panels and replacing the characters with florence welch, lana del rey, ke$ha, skrillex, marina, nicki minaj and hatsune miku
never forget Ke$hastuck
customer service is a circle of hell on earth but it does sometimes lead to encounters with some of the most delightful human beings on the planet. like today there was a guy who told me i do a cute little bounce when i walk "like one of those birds" and then RAN up to the bar twenty minutes later going "i found it!!!" and thrust his phone into my face to show me a video of a jackdaw hopping around in the grass while grinning madly.