When it comes to women people seem to have no problem pointing out the way living under misogyny really permanently fucks with a person — until one day you identify as a man, in which case you’re not actually affected by misogyny, you just want to feel oppressed! And if people are treating you like a woman still, that must be your fault because trans men can pass with no problems and all get male privilege. In fact, you’re the oppressor now! Because I believe trans men should be treated just like cis men, I am totally not being transphobic. /s
Just to be clear, celebrating being aroallo isn’t celebrating being allosexual. It’s celebrating being aromantic and not asexual, something so commonly paired together. I tell people that I’m aroallo instead of just aromantic because people assume I’m aroace. Celebrating being aroallo is recognizing the difference between romantic & sexual attraction.
its so damn saddening that everything in ultrakill can be reduced to a tool if you look at it in a way
machines are tools to humanity, angels are tools to god, the demons are born to torture and punish sinners being tools of hell. even hell is a tool for god, created out of anger and exasperation to punish man
everything in ultrakill is a tool, a tool created by a broken god trying to create the perfect artpiece, brushes that neglect the consequences of what an artpiece means for its creations. the way i see it is that god is an exasperated artist trying his best to create a perfect artpiece and that world without is a world without flaw, a world without free will. angels are in a similar vein but have gods will imposed on them, god removing their free will in a different way by making them adhere to a will they dont believe in.
ultrakill is about our desire to create and what happens when we create without thinking about the ramifications, what our actions mean for our creations who are inherently reflections of ourselves, our children in a way. its about the objectification of life, like how the council sees gabriel as nothing but a weapon and how the same applies to v1, a cold blue blur designed to wipe out another cold fortress of death. they are beings with the fuel of life coursing through their veins yet theyre treated like nothing but objects, they’re thrown aside for even daring to pursue their purposes. even hell, a domain, a child borne of god, is thrown aside, neglected and doomed to cause needless cruelty and violence. hell sees the earthmovers as nothing but tools to inflict further cruelty and violence. it admires and sees them as beautiful because it sees itself in them.
its as much about queerness as it is about how people deal with queerness, about how this method of thinking, this method of rejecting children for not adhering to certain beliefs causes terrible dischord and tension.
its about what it means when we create art, what it means to see our flaws in our own artworks and how we deal with that
tomorrow the bandages come off for the first time and while Most People getting top surgery look forward to seeing their bare chest, I am Particularly excited to see what my future scar lines are gonna be like bc my surgeon drew a cool line that my obsessed-with-triangle-shape brain is Very enthused about
medical context: my surgeon suspected my skin may heal weird in the middle so the upward point was to trim some extra out so i wouldn't have to return for a touch-up later
but aaAA even if it's NOT super pointy in shape i'm still gonna be delighted over the simple fact that TIDDY GONE
"I felt gross here,” Leo rubs a hand over his chest, “And when I looked up, ya weren't around anymore. I didn't want ya feeling bad by yourself... so I came to find ya. I followed my twin senses!"
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OMG Y'ALL I LOVE @minumi-chan SO MUCH and my first Tumblr commission was for her!! And it's an illustration for her disaster twins fic!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY...... 😭💕💕💕 Please read Minu's works, the writing's amazing! 💜💜💜