If “Well, This Escalated Quickly” Has A Pair, It Has To Be “Well This Escalated Further Than I

It's genuinely heart wrenching when you watch a movie and you slowly realise it was supposed to be LGBTQ but they heterofied it

My art blog is @dieselsonicthesixth

This one is for communities, re-blogs, thought dumping.

Might contain: NSFW, weird stuff, cursing, triggering stuff: politics, mention of struggles with mental health, abuse

if I (re)blogged anything insensitive, please let me know, I might've overlooked it or I might've been a dumdum on a subject.

I will personally fight you if you are being an asshole, and then block you.

Me when I realised I was collecting toxic and/or abusive relationships like candy wrap

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

The average tumblr experience is yelling into a void and then sometimes the void yells back. If you get lucky you might get an echo friend.

Also, tumblr fame is like being the main subject of a towns gossip mill. 2/3 of the people don't even know who you are, and it's not like they even care, it's not the point anyways.

Like, somebody waltzes into the town market in a Mothman costume. Nobody will actually give a shit if it was Margaret's grandson, or Mariann's third niece twice removed, because somebody waltzed into the town market in a Mothman costume!!!

It's not who you are but what you did.

Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers

saying ao3 needs to censor certain content is like saying a museum can't have still life art that includes strawberries because you don't like them.

these are not real strawberries. you do not have to, and in fact cannot, eat them. no one with a strawberry allergy will be harmed by looking at them. no migrant workers were exploited in the picking of these strawberries. there were no questionable farming practices or negative environmental impacts from growing or transporting them.

because - and i cannot stress this enough - they are not real strawberries.

if you don't like strawberries, you don't have to look at the paintings. in fact, you can get a map of the museum that lists what works are in what rooms and just. not go in there. if you see one by mistake, you can look away. just keep walking. there's plenty of other stuff to see.

yes, real strawberries can cause real quantifiable harm to real people.

but again. these are not real strawberries.

you may have whatever feelings you like about strawberries, and so can i. you can draw and write about whatever fruit floats your boat, and so can i, even if that happens to be strawberries. and we can hang our art side by side in the same gallery, provided you understand that my strawberries are not about you (and your kumquats are, shocker, not about me) and that - and this is true - neither are real.

and when the fascists break down the doors and grab all the strawberry paintings and heap them in the street and set them on fire, please know that they are coming for your kumquats next.

so if you want a place where you can show off your beautiful kumquat art safely, you're gonna have to tolerate having some strawberries in the next room.

and that's okay. because the strawberries aren't real.

Constantly checking yourself out in mirrors because you keep forgetting how you look like is part of the trans experience

Yes, do it.

biggest reason i make so many flop posts on here is because everything i do reeks of the desperation to make a popular tumblr post. this is deliberate, because it is what protects me from ACTUALLY making a popular tumblr post. so long as i crave it, tumblr fame will never find me. it is only when i turn away, and accept my fate of obscurity, that people will lay their eyes upon me. and it WILL be because i tripped and fell on my stupid face while i was turning

Out of all the stobotnik fanart I've been binging for weeks now, I think I adore this one the most.

Wives.