There was a new LGBT+ acronym, and it was twig etc. (it had to be in lowercase for some reason). It stood for trans, Welsh, intersex, and gay. Everyone else was etc. It was very controversial.

Important hot tip for literally anyone purchasing art

If an artist you rly like doesn’t have a public commission sheet or perhaps you have an odd but reasonable request your best friend will be “I will gladly compensate you for your time.” Literally the moment an artist sees that you’re actually going to pay them for whatever weird request you’ve got, they’re like a million percent more likely to respond positively to whatever your weird request is. For example: I love birds, and I was seeking out a nice state bird cross stitch pattern that wasn’t too complicated. I found one I liked on Etsy, but it was actually selling the finished product (a gorgeous quilt for about $2000) and not the charts, which was what I wanted. No problem! I messaged the seller and said “hi! I love your beautiful quilt, but I am actually interested in the cross stitch charts. Do you still have them? I would be more than happy to compensate you for the trouble.” I have no doubt that this lovely woman has been demanded for free labor countless times. It has happened to every quilter on planet earth. She told me that she would mail me HER ORIGINAL HANDWRITTEN CHARTS for about $30, since she drafted them herself and wasn’t planning on making another quilt. I gladly sent $50 her way and told her she could just scan them for me if that was easier for her. Artists are, by and large, lovely people who want to help you. Please, just promise them that you will fucking compensate them for their time and labor.

found this short film my acting friend once made and it turns out he knew Timothy Chalamet and Timothée Chalamet before they were both big and had them play the mc and the bad guy

Ares: change is inedible.

Mars: I think you mean "inevitable"...

Ares: Nope. *spits out a bunch of pennies*

I finally found a doctor that would remove my uterus and I had him preserve it in a jar for me. I gave it to a woman with a trans flag pin that said ‘MTF’ and told her the next time some idiot transphobe told her 'real women have a uterus’, she could now reply with 100% honesty that she, in fact, did have a uterus and the transphobe could die mad about it.

I woke up and apparently the moon was gonna hit the earth, but everyone was like, really chill about it.

I talked to my mom and she said: “Yeah, the moon will hit the earth in about three months, you still have time to say goodbye to the people who you care about." 

I was like "damn”, and then I said: “How do you guys knew before me?” And my mom said: “Its because we watch the news and you don´t.”

The newest Tumblr inside joke was to reply to any and all tutorials or guides with “OP thinks they‘re Jichael”. 

I don’t know who Jichael is.

I kissed a girl. I was a girl. Everything went white and I heard Technoblade say “pog”.

I legally changed my name to Wikipedia and the the judge yelled at me in Roblox text format.

I really hated this girl in my class and we kept exchanging notes with various threats of violence on them but then on a Zoom call I saw that she kept a bunch of them pinned on her wall with little hearts around them and I got the biggest crush on her after that.

I claimed Jesus in a roleplay server and I was really bummed that for the next 3 days I couldn’t use him.

Neil Gaiman created a show called “Good Omelets” as a sequel to Good Omens and it was literally just the characters showing the viewer how to bake horribly. At least every other episode, the kitchen burned down.

I logged onto Tumblr and they decided to get rid of regular posts so I was left with only Tumblr live.

Tumblr announced they were bringing back Tumblr Live. Everyone was freaking out and acting like it was the end of times, but it turns out Tumblr Live was just the name of a new extremely realistic life sim.

“You globbin’ it” was a new way of asking people if they were FTM but like, in a polite way. Got catcalled while walking down the street by a catgirl yelling “ARE YOU GLOBBING IT, YES OR NOO?!”

Ao3 had an annual fundraiser that was just a giant maze. This year’s was an endless haunted house designed to trap you forever that you entered through a ballpit. Admission was five dollars.