I recall saying this before, but it bears repeating:
There could be a billion trans people in the world and it still wouldn't be a bad thing because being trans is not a bad thing. Even if the rate of people discovering they are trans is "disproportionate" to trends from decades ago, that is not a bad thing. In fact, it's a natural consequence for there being more trans people being able to stay alive, and, overall, being able to live in a slightly more tolerant world. You'd only see that as a bad thing if you actively didn't want trans people to either live or live a life that facilitates wellness.
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i will never forgive social media influencers for making little girls believe they need to buy expensive makeup and retinols and wear revealing clothing in order to be liked. you don’t need lash extensions you need to play warrior cats at recess
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Stained with blood, and always will be.
character belongs to @gatobob
Version with a ponytail cause it's cute:
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This event title is the gift that keeps on giving
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I don’t know how to convey how soul crushingly hopeless the message of “endure” was without turning into a beast on main but like. Yeah. /POS
Especially bc Lloyd is such a girlhood metaphor and it was just him and pixal and nya. The tragedy of their grief is only made so much worse by the fact they have to just wait for something to happen to them. Does that make sense. Am I crazy.
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Imagine for a moment that reincarnation is real... and now imagine senior, gray muzzle Vasco rescuing a sickly albino horse who seems very frightened and uncomfortable with the concept of being a horse. Vasco is too old and frail to ride anymore, as you've mentioned in the past if i remember correctly, but he takes this horse in.
No one at the stable can even make eye contact with this pale steed without its ears pinning back and its eyes threatening to bulge out of its head. However, Vasco visits every day he is physically able to, so he can gently comb its mane and tail and handfeed it oats and hay, since it refuses to eat otherwise.
Vasco doesn't give the horse a name, but in a voice soft enough for the two of them to hear, he calls it various old pet names only he should know. He swears the horse's eyes light up at his words despite not fully believing the possibility.
Regardless, they comfort each other.
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I think about this card of Pudding every day of my life. Sanji behind her. Her personality being split into pieces around the frame. He eyes sparkling. Crying. Holding her memories tight. I am so not normal about her.
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