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I’m afraid that when I say “my butch,” people, especially straight people, are hearing “my daddy.” That’s fine for many. But when I say “my butch”, what I mean is:
Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.
a butch is seriously life-changing butches i hope you know that. especially as a little kid.. seeing a butch out in the wild will change you forever. its like in old movies where they'd switch from black and white to color to signify transformation
my friends open drawing requests and i bow my head with shame and avoid eye contact as i ask for the character they Already Knew I Would Ask For
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
don’t apologize for your appearance don’t apologize for your hobbies don’t apologize for the food you eat and enjoy don’t apologize for taking time for yourself stop apologizing unless you are actually in debt and owe it!!!! existence isn’t a reason to be sorry
what they don't tell you about making friends is you gotta be a lil annoying. you gotta push past the fear of "what if they don't want to talk to me" and simply ask someone how their day is going, send a meme. you cannot connect to people if you're both just awkwardly waiting for the other to start.
the idea of your own art style is both unattainable and stupiddddd. ive noticed i draw more when i allow myself to take from others. you can never be fully unique. you have to have fun + let the inspiration take hold.... ..
i remember watching "how to find your art style" videos when i was younger and wondering when i would 'get' it. you dont get it. . thats not how that works. everything anyone has ever made is an amalgamation of everything theyve ever seen and felt and loved. and that is awesome 👍 who gives a fuck
If nobody ever explained this to you, if someone you see a lot does something you like and you never ever tell them that, they might think you don’t like them or don’t like the things they do for you.
sometimes i wish the gay people in my phone were gay people in my house. where i could give them snacks and blankets and hear the sound of their laughter
did you know that you can just go online and be nice to people? you can give people compliments and helpful advice when they ask? you can encourage people when they need a little cheering up? you can even share cute pictures! more people should use the internet like that.
apparently he is called "nuadeng". do you love him?
"not my circus, not my monkeys" = not your problem
"not my circus, but those are my monkeys" = it's only your problem as far as figuring out how to retrieve them without being caught
"my circus, but those aren't my monkeys" = it's your problem until you figure out whose monkeys those are, and after that you make it their problem
"my circus, my monkeys" = this is 100% on you. On the bright side, if you decide you're chill with the shitshow currently happening, nobody can walk in and make you do anything about it.
I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like
"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"
Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.
stop… making… her… a… MOM FIGURE !!! *my psychic powers throw everything across the room*
When my mutuals dont post for a long time and I notice I imagine them like wandering a lonely mountain in a flowing cloak at dusk. Holding a little lantern. Yknow. and i always wish them well on that imaginary dramatic journey
sometimes i forget that interfaith relationships/marriage are still a big deal to some people in this day and age and i feel transported to 1800s discourse whenever i even hear the word. like what
Don't post another person's art without their permission under any circumstances. If you need to gush about the characters or your otp then post the link of it on the post where you're gushing over it without uploading their art. This is like the first fandom etiquette you should learn jfc
hey by the way for the record, there is functionally no difference between most gendered products. womans shampoo just has more floral scent options than mens. womens razor blades are just colored pink. a purse is a bag
this is inspired by an actual post i saw on the r/ftm subreddit genuinely asking if it was SAFE to use men’s shampoo before being on t for fears of it BURNING HIS SKIN??
Ridiculous yet effective ways to deal with Executive Dysfunction
Dealing with executive dysfunction and ADHD becomes so much easier when you stop trying to do things the way you feel like you should be able to do them (like everyone else) and start finding ways that actually work for you, no matter how “silly” or “unnecessary” they seem.
For years my floor was constantly covered in laundry. Clean laundry got mixed in with dirty and I had to wash things twice, just making more work for myself. Now I just have 3 laundry bins: dirty (wash it later), clean (put it away later), and mystery (figure it out later). Sure, theoretically I could sort my clothes into dirty or clean as soon as I take them off and put them away straight out of the dryer, but realistically that’s never going to be a sustainable strategy for me.
How many garbage bins do you need in a bedroom? One? WRONG! The correct answer is one within arms reach at all times. Which for me is three. Because am I really going to get up to blow my nose when I’m hyperfocusing? NO. In allergy season I even have an empty kleenex box for “used tissues I can use again.” Kinda gross? Yeah. But less gross than a snowy winter landscape of dusty germs on my desk.
I used to be late all the time because I couldn’t find my house key. But it costs $2.50 and 3 minutes to copy a key, so now there’s one in my backpack, my purse, my gym bag, my wallet, my desk, and hanging on my door. Problem solved.
I’m like a ninja for getting pout the door past reminder notes without noticing. If I really don’t want to forget something, I make a physical barrier in front of my door. A sticky note is a lot easier to walk past than a two foot high cardboard box with my wallet on top of it.
Executive dysfunction is always going to cause challenges, but often half the struggle is trying to cope by pretending not to have executive dysfunction, instead of finding actual solutions.