"can I Identify As Aro Even If-" You Can Do Whatever You Want Forever👍

As someone who was there back when this happened, no, the chat type post came after the shoelaces / stole them from the president. Tumblr chose that flavor text because of the meme.

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

Branka is part Newfound land, and I often say her favorite dogs are people.

She’ll walk by dog’s barking and lunging at her on the other side of the street and just give them a glance. She notices a person watching her, she looks at me (to see if I’m paying attention), then looks at the person, wags her tail, and does it again. I ask her, “Want to say ‘hi’? And we go say ‘hi’.”

This doesn’t happens as much anymore now she has cataracts. But she’s thrilled to death when I walk her over to someone she hasn’t yet noticed.

The best doggy

Where's your copy of Les Mis by Victor Hugo?

I recently realized that my ideal gender presentation, which thanks to FINALLY going on T I will eventually achieve, is what transphobes think transwomen look like.

I will likely be indistinguishable from a non-passing transwoman. I will be asked why I don’t shave if I want to be seen as a woman. Womanhood will become a gift strangers think they can bestow upon me (no thanks, don’t want, return to sender).

And this is actually a scary thought. Because, you know, with all this bathroom nonsense I’ve come to internalize the idea that despite being trans it is undisputed that I have a right to exist in the women’s bathroom and that the women’s bathroom is a safe place for me which I only avoided to sooth socially enforced gender dysphoria.

When I grow a beard that shits about to be disputed as fuck.

I need to be able to play Cullen’s “to work” from Dragon Age Inquisition before I sit down to do something productive and then have it transition seamlessly into my productive music.

The best order to watch Half Life 2 speed runs is this Dev Commentary fallowed by the AGDQ run with it's beautiful, beautiful commentary.

I’m with you Dev’s how is this guy getting shot in the face but not taking any damage? How does he just walk into walls?

Comment section: “Well clearly he's a boat and also a zombie and also doesn't exist,"

Hmm, no, that’s not helpful. But I am intrigued.

Ship trope I'd love to see more of: "Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that's a problem for future us. Right now we're just trying to make it through the Plot."

My family won’t support me in my vent endeavors so I pay a therapist $$$ instead.

Either way I do not leave comments on fics and only very, very, very rarely respond to the toxic slug pit that is internet discourse.

sometimes people are absolutely WILD about comments, acting like the idea that they shouldn’t be a jerk is a violation of their first amendment rights 

last week i read a fic i HATED. it was well written and highly recommended and i wish i had never read it. hours of my life i will never get back. 

i disagreed with: it’s interpretation on canon, it’s take on mental health, the social contract between loved ones, recovery, trauma, boundaries, and … more tbh

i could NOT stop thinking about how much i disagreed with it. me and this fic have philosophical differences so large i could give a ted talk and i was still super irritated about it days later. 

so you know what i did?

i called up my friends and was like “you guys have no context but i’m going to bitch about this fic you haven’t read in this fandom you haven’t consumed for the next thirty minutes” and they were like “okay sure it’s a tuesday night, we’re in a pandemic, i have nothing better to do”

what did i not do? 

leave a comment on this person’s fic because i’m a human person

I just typed out "uwu" but then realized it wasn't helpful. It sounds soft and sweet, like the noise a small child would make when wanting to be picked up and held.

the prospect of how the text to audio converter the blind person is probably using to answer your post is gonna convert your keysmash is incredibly funny to me

Fuck, you’re right.

Robot voice: “Glumshoe reblogged your post and said: Gee Kay Ess Aich Eff Kay Ess Jay Ess Jay Ess…”

I’m so sorry, but at the same time, I think that’s how keysmashes should be experienced by everyone.

(Trigger warning for the above and also CSA and homophobia)

Oh hey, remember that time when I wrote an autobiographical poem about the first time I told a friend that I experienced CSA? And some fucker in my class was like ‘It’s so unnecessary that you made them non-binary’ and I was also out as non-binary. (And the class knew it was autobiographical.)

And then this same kid threw a hissy fit when I brought up the idea that the personification of Lust in his story doesn’t have to be sexy. And that the fact he is equating hotness to lustfulness in women is hmm something he should think about? Instead of just repeating tired and superficial thoughts? (Like, maybe it would make his story is actually interesting. I didn’t say that last bit about loud.)

And then his next piece equated gayness with pedophile and being a serial killer?

And the teacher, who reviewed all submissions before hand was like, ‘cool, cool, this edge lord is fine, let’s force the whole class to read this insensitive, triggering garbage. I mean, I let this other student talk about this experience so I’d be a hypocrite if I told him to submit another piece.

‘also holden caulfield and nick carraway are totally completely 100% straight no queerness here. Shhh quiet queer and mentally ill students I’m going to sigh and react with sever skepticism if you bring up any literary analysis contradictory my view point. I mean, those undergrads have to write about something.’

Bless.