kinda sick of all those posts that are like "my ancestors were surviving starvation and the plague meanwhile i get nervous ordering food at restaurants". as if jauffrey the woodworker didn't fumble his conversation with the fine maiden running the fruit stand and then tripped on a pebble as he left in a hurry

approaches this wasps' nest with hope and a firm resolution in my heart

you are going to feel much better. if you stop seeking out things that you hate and that make you upset.

yes, i mean you need to stop looking for people who make porn you dont like so you can be upset at them. yes i mean you need to stop searching artists and creators you hate so you can try to push them off the internet. yes i mean you need to stop engaging and start blocking.

being sensitive is okay. purposefully upsetting yourself because you can't control others' actions is self-defeating and juvenile. there will always be people on the internet doing whatever awful thing you're trying to morality brigade out of existence.

put down the fight and go do something you like instead. you only have so much time on this planet

People get WEIRD about the idea of poor people having nice things i think because then it’s like “well now they have the same things I have and they didn’t have to work for them, but I had to work three extra shifts to afford this video game.” But like… first of all, the concept of wanting other people to suffer because you had to is poisonous. You’re blaming the wrong people, and that is by design. Also, if you’re scraping by like that?? guess what, you deserve more too! Everybody deserves nice things without having to suffer for them!

Me, in the midst of deep and almost unbearable suffering: ok how can i make this funny

Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl - Between Scylla and Charybdis (1910)

love every trans woman you meet before its too late

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

I'm reading a book named "A Guide to The Correction of Young Gentlemen Or, The Successful Administration Of Physical Discipline To Males, By Females" - essentially, a fantasy femdom BDSM book, written in 1924 by Alice Kerr-Sutherland but first published in 1991.

It has some genuinely fascinating stuff to say about gender, and I feel like it's worth looking at/thinking about in the context of Historical Gender Stuff. This 100 year old book has the following to say:

"The truth is that some young gentlemen would rather they had been born young ladies: they cannot admit this openly, because in the male world to confess as much would lead to instant ostracism if not worse; but they cannot conceal it either, and by preferring the company of girls, and soft, feminine clothing, and by flinching during the rough pursuits to which all boys, willing or no, are occasionally heirs, they attract opprobrium."

"Such boys weep too readily for their fellows' tastes - weeping is a great crime among boys unless it is generally admitted that circumstances left little choice - and are hounded for that reason."

"Just as there are girls who had rather been boys - we all know examples of the type - there are boys who, in a kinder world, would have been born into the gender more suited to their dispositions."

"Many young people of this sort are riven with a guilt they do not deserve but have been forced, by the conventions of society, to adopt; they are confused, ashamed and thoroughly unhappy."

"The ideal thing to do would be to treat these cases on their merits, send them to girls' schools, and so on. (The same thing should happen with those girls who would rather be young gentlemen.) Boys of this sort are girls in any case-in all respects save one."

"Most subjects of this sort have a secret name - a girl's name."

Me, thinking the Autopsy of Jane Doe was gonna be a cool murder mystery: 😌

Hints of horror happening:

Me: Hm, interesting cinematography choices. The mystery thickens.

Stage 3 of Autopsy report:

Me: Oh.

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

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One bastard refusing to approve an insurance payout for a kid with terminal cancer really fucked things up for all of the other greedy evildoers of the Leverage-verse huh

free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

Here’s a quick and comprehensive video of how I made paper 📝

so sad that people got sick of "doomed by the narrative" and decided it was cringe, because fate and free will in fiction has been a major interest of mine for like eight years, but alas so it goes. anything that gets popular is destined to become reviled in short order. it's like some sort of unstoppable, uncompassionate, avaricious cycle of rising and falling and rising again. like whatever happens, no matter the intentions, it will always result in the same tragic ending. you could almost say it was d

Feminism