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bbyteach · 5 months
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Rhys’s recent interviews are killing me(x)
Stede totally powered through with the earnest whimsy and I’m sure that’s what Ed loved most 🥺
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uncanny-tranny · 10 months
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Periodic reminder that unless a person specifically and clearly tells you it is okay to tell others they are trans or queer, you should err on the side of caution and assume they do not want you to tell people (especially random people!) about their transness or queerness.
You have no idea, generally, why somebody doesn't talk openly about their trans or queer status, and you have no idea, truly, how somebody might react to that information. The most progressive person out there is still capable of harbouring incredibly negative thoughts about somebody's queer status.
#lesbian#gay#bi#bisexual#trans#transgender#queer#lgbt#lgbtq#ally advice#inspired after somebody at work outed me (again ×3)#i don't care how 'safe' you assume they will be! you cannot TRULY guarantee their safety!#you are effectively gambling with somebody's safety by assuming you can out them#also even if their safety was somehow 100% guaranteed it is still not your place to dictate what others know about THEM#like it isn't your own information you are giving out. the other person is a real human being with real thoughts...#...and there are real ramifications to your actions! this is like... real life and like... real people#anyway. i'm still fucking horrified at how cool people are (at least wrt me) with outing others 🙃🫠#and it just... further reminds me that others see me as like... a thing to be talked about/over and i'm not seen as an autonomous human#maybe that's not their intentions 9/10 times but that still doesn't justify it nor does it change how i interpret that behaviour 👍#it's just dehumanizing imo to be reminded 'your comfort DOESN'T MATTER. i think you should be talked ABOUT not TO.'#clarification for the first tag: this is the THIRD time somebody has outed me. i NEVER talk about being trans to... pretty much ANYBODY irl#it's shit like this that i have to resist taking the 'doompill' over#because it's scary and dehumanizing every. single. time. i feel so fucking scared each time#because - AGAIN - i know my safety will NEVER be guaranteed because i am trans and queer
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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Happy Birthday Owen Wilson! ♡ (November 18th, 1968)
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flickering-nightfall · 6 months
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lands on the moon
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particlewaveform · 7 months
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janetsnakehole02 · 2 years
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This is probably my last post on the whole “Liz is dead” situation but I want to talk about my great grandmother, who is currently 92 years old. When I was growing up, hell even now, she’d tell me a lot about her own stories, mostly about how terrifying life was under both the British Raj and Nizam rule (her side of my family is from Hyderabad - Google the Nizams and the Razakars if you’ve never heard about them, that’s a whole other thing of its own).
Something I remember very clearly is her telling me about this one song she was forced to sing in her school - she went to a Christian convent school - and the song was about the greatness of “George Prabhu and Mary Rani,” aka George V, Elizabeth II’s grandfather. Recently my mom was able to film her singing this song so that we could listen to the lyrics, which are originally in Telugu, and roughly translated it means “we’re singing in honor of George and Mary, who are the rulers of India and have brought great fortune to India, and we see them as our father and mother.”
This is just a really difficult reminder that when we’re talking about why Elizabeth II and the royal family don’t deserve our respect or condolences, many of us have very personal stories that run deep through our families. “But she was a mother, a grandmother, a person” and I don’t care because she and her family were in the business of dehumanizing and erasing the identities of millions of other mothers, other grandmothers, other PEOPLE. Why else would my great grandmother be forced to sing a song in their honor? “But she wasn’t responsible for India” fair enough, her darling grandfather had a great time doing that, but how about you go and talk to Kenya? Or anyone in Africa? Or the Caribbean? I’m sick and tired of being told to “not speak ill of the dead” when REALLY I and millions of others should be getting an apology from anyone who wants to “praise her legacy” and talk about how “revolutionary” she was.
edit: i got the george’s mixed up before. george v is elizabeth ii’s grandfather. george vi is her father.
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v1-kisser · 2 months
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Proship dni for my comfort thanks.
I feel like everyone portrays F/Os as these romantic, perfect all around lovers, and while that's all well and good! I prefer F/Os who are flawed, who don't always say the right things. Who can sometimes be petty or selfish. F/Os who have a habit of seeing conflict as a contest on who can talk the loudest, instead of a conversation. F/Os who run out of patience sometimes and have to go cool off mid-conversation, even if they're right. F/Os who struggle to communicate their emotions.
I find comfort in the idea of a relationship where mistakes like that are allowed and given room to breathe. A relationship where, no matter what the conflict is, the walls eventually come down. Maybe it takes hours, maybe days until you're both calm enough to work it out. Maybe it takes several conversations to solve it, but each end in Hey. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
You're not perfect, and neither is your F/O. That's okay. That can be beautiful, too. There's not a hug that's more comforting than the firm, tearful one after reaching mutual understanding. Knowing that you didn't mess it up too much, you didn't break things permanently. You couldn't if you tried. They missed you... and you've got some serious affection to catch up on.
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daeyumi · 7 months
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All for a moment of peace 🌷🍓🍃
[Linktober 5: Species/Race]
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sarangganggg · 1 month
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Most Wanted Tour 👢
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doctorsiren · 5 months
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Felt like some simple painting today
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evermoredeluxe · 8 months
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mobius-m-mobius · 6 months
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#a man who DESERVES A SLICE OF PIE
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dollsome-does-tumblr · 7 months
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You know what you are? What am I?
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genuinely so unwell thinking about how there’s such an emphasis placed on vax being the one who needs his sister, who asks her to not go far from him, who is nothing without her. vex is the one who’s always been more independent, vax says it himself: she doesn’t need him. but in the end, vax is the one who leaves. and vex doesn’t realize just how much she needed her brother until it’s too late.
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overstuffednpadded · 11 months
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Person A giving their partner B strict rules that if theyre with each other, B is not allowed to use the bathroom unless they ask for permission first. And A has the final say on what theyre allowed to go in. Today, it's a diaper. B stubbornly chooses to hold it in retaliation, but they picked the worst day to do so. A prepared such a big meal for them that, after a couple of hours, they can practically feel their full bladder and bowels making their gut swell below the waistline of their diaper. B tries to hide their discomfort, sneaking a few rubs to their aching belly, but all they can think about is how good it would feel to let go. They feel a little dribble in their diaper, and a miserable moan slips past their lips, drawing A's attention. Their gaze casually lands on B as if their partner isnt holding back a geyser.
"What is it my love?"
B's face is red and they let out a small whine in response. A coos, "Are you okay baby? Come here." A pulls B into their lap, the sudden movement jostling their stomach, and another leak drips out. A wraps their arms around B's midsection, the pressure squeezing out something more airy and smelly. B feels a weight drop in their stomach, and they suddenly cant take it anymore.
"I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" B cries out. Theyre already starting to piddle in their diaper, and something is beginning to crown against their butthole.
"Mmhm," A says calmly. "And what are you supposed to say when you have to go?
"PLEASE!" B wails. "PLEASE LET ME USE MY DIAPER!" Their poop is already poking out. A little bulge begins to form in their diapered bottom.
"Why didnt you ask sooner? Go ahead my dear."
The first thing that comes is a wave of urine, soaking the front and back of their diaper, turning it into a bloated yellow cushion. A moment after the flood starts, a loud bbBBLOrp comes from B's bottom as they push and grunt out the results of the day's massive feast. The solid loaf slides into their pamper and is followed by a much softer poop with the texture of wet mud. There was so much, B felt like it might breach the legholes of their diaper. But B gave a final strained push that resulted in a wet, stomach-relieving fart into their mess. B let out a soft noise that ended in them collapsing back into A, their legs spread over A's lap while they finished peeing.
A simply smirked and kissed their exhausted partner, rubbing their stomach and their now bloated diaper.
"Good baby..."
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angeltannis · 10 months
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Nothing to say this morning except FUCK this country lmao
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