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do u think omegaverse acknowledges covid-19 and the generation of people who permanently lost their sense of smell like how are they all scenting each other now is the omegaverse economy in shambles
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much ado about nothing (2011) + john mulaney quotes
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I began Girls will be Bois, 2002-2007 because I was compelled to create a testament to my living history as a lesbian whose partners are often on the butch and masculine spectrum.
Butchness, particularly butch BIPOC are targeted with violence, repressed historically, and ignored by the media. Everywhere from popular culture to the law, female masculinity is treated as failed femininity – a monstrosity.
It was vital to me that I document and create a visual testimony of my community that could not be denied. As a queer photographer I felt that my medium was the best way to intervene in the ongoing attempt to marginalize my community. I also lost a friend during this time which had a profound impact on me. Kim, a young butch lesbian, tragically died from a brain aneurysm at 24 years old. Kim’s partner Michelle who had been with her virtually every day during the two years they were together, was not invited to the funeral where Kim was buried in pink suit and coffin with heavy makeup. Kim’s history is like that of so many queer people. Written by those who seek to deny it.
Girls Will be Bois will always be a historical project for me. Losing a friend and watching another friend be written out of her partner’s life, was a painful reality check about what was at stake if we do not record our own stories.
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The amount of serotonin it gave me to watch this grandma react to her new galaxy light 🥺
It’s dark in here- *gasps in excitement* OHH SARAH!
OHH SARAH! *giggles like a little kid* OHhHhH!!
My ceiling is filled with blue lights… and stars and everything!!
OH Sarah! I can go to bed at night looking at this. OHHHH it’s beautiful!
ppl forget the innocence of the elderly… if there was ever a glimpse of them as a child, this is it
“I can go to bed at night looking at this!” 🥺✨
I love grandmothers. I miss mine every single day. This is beautiful.
I have one! I’ll deadass be in my room with it on listening to music and disassociating for hours 😂
It has a buncha colors but these are my faves
Purple bc insanely gorgeous 100/10 just beautiful
Then the light blue/green makes me feel like I’m underwater, 11/10 love to imagine I’m drowning
And then dark blue bc it feels like I’m in space, 10/10 would love to go there and stop breathing
@haileyhurts where did you get it?
I would love to cry my eyes out in a room this pretty
@yanderrre you can just go to galaxylight.com or if you dont feel like typing: shorturl.link/galaxy
My cat trips balls when I use mine 😂 the stars are lasers so she goes nuts thinking it’s a 1000 laser light toys!! Still cracks me up every time
Same energy
Okay “it’s not on my ipad or anything?” like what an adorably tech savy grandma ❤️
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no because im sick of this ngl
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im not about to call this november 5th levels of stuff but Chris Pratt being cast as Mario in an Illumination Super Mario movie, Russel T Davies returning to Doctor Who and Elon Musk and Grimes breaking up is a lot to happen in 18 hours
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What’s so awful and hope-eroding about the pandemic at this point is how consistently the value of life is cheapened before our eyes. The number of deaths go up. We are appalled and scared. The number of deaths go down, we talk about the economy. Hospital wards are full to bursting. The number of deaths go up. That number isn’t as scary as it was. We can get through that. The number goes down. It’s not zero. It’s hundreds and thousands, but it’s less than before and there are profits to be made. The number goes up. We’ve seen worse. The numbers go by. We don’t blink an eye anymore. They’re just numbers. The profits go up and the deaths go up and it’s business as usual. People are dying. People are always dying. It doesn’t make your stomach drop anymore. The number goes down. The economy goes down. Add another covid booster shot, make the numbers go the right way. My neighbor gets evicted because he can’t work anymore due to Covid side effects. Make him a number. People live out of their cars. But they didn’t die, don’t count them. Restaurants are open. Shops are open. People are dying. It’s not scary anymore. 526 Covid deaths yesterday. That’s not so bad. This is normal. It’s all numbers. 4.5 million dead around the world. How many is that? Is that a lot? I don’t know anymore. I feel sick.
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This shit world literally did not deserve unproblematic fave and glorious angelic-voiced bisexual Parsi scion Freddie Mercury who descended to our Earth from the skies to teach us to rock, love, and find some small happiness, and now sits in the lap of the gods, soul painted like the wings of butterflies
I never forget how, in his last appearance on camera, Freddie, knowing he would die soon, looked up at the bright light above him, smiled, looked straight into the camera and whispered “I still love you.”
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"we took porn off tumblr for more lucrative advertising" like this you mean
"post plus" pay me to have to look at these
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A+ example of how the media manipulates people for clicks and anger engagement.
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if there's new supernatural prequel episodes in the works and new russell t davies doctor who . i stand here frightened before you for the third to drop
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Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -
George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket? It listens to you all the time?
Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture. So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-
Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?
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me, watching a mutual's hyperfixation develop in real time: oh wow bestie go off *raises glass*
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fuck having a straightforward relationship w your favorite characters none of my mutuals have a straightforward relationship with our favorite characters
he's my son. he's a war criminal. he's a saint. he's a complete moron. he's a genius. he's my dad. i'd kill him in a heartbeat. i'd take a bullet for him. he's the enemy. he's the oldest being in the universe. he was born yesterday. he's a monster. he's innocent. none of these statements are mutually exclusive.