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Reflection from Mulan was so crazy she literally sang “If I were truly to be myself I would break my family’s heart” and 8 year old proto-gay me was like “I don’t know what you mean but I know what you mean”
damn ok lake superior
Ok yeah that lake is superior
No One Ever Helped Me So I Will Never Help Anyone Else & Do Not Believe Anyone Should Be Helped Ever is one of thee most loser mindsets btw
the world has been unkind to you so you continue the cycle of unkindness by passing on hatred and indifference to others? Wow. groundbreaking. you’re so cool and tormented
following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
#always excited to learn about a new weird kink and then do nothing with that knowledge whatsoever
What the fuck
gender to me is like a car i dont really want one and society would be much better if it was not structured around it. but i got one because it helps me get around and sometimes its fun to make it go fast
and people tell you to move to one of a handful of cities if you want to avoid having one, but when you get there the majority of people have one anyway and jobs expect you to as well
Car dependence has ruined the physical and social infrastructure of this country. If we want any revolution we need Walkable safe human scaled cities
amtrak I love you and you're so right but this post is about gender so
gender has ruined the physical and social infrastructure of this country. if we want any revolution we need gender-optional safe queer friendly cities
What's a gender?
you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not).
your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human.
so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?
your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do.
you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god.
they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.
you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given.
you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy.
when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.
the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about
“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.
One of the keys to Bruce and Clark’s friendship is Bruce going ‘powers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? You’re just some dude in a cape. Who’s an idiot.’
Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.
Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what
Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.
Bruce:….
Clark: I’M AN IDIOT OK, I’m just a guy, I have no idea what I’m doing
Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you
Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock
Bruce: I SAID STOP
Bruce: …yes
I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air ✧･ﾟ
[Frank Dicksee's Romeo and Juliet (1884) but make it lesbian (and also my OCs)!]
that ship is toxic to YOU. to me it's a complex, multi-layered, essay-worthy dynamic that'd take numerous hours to dissect (during which i'll spend crying screaming tearing my hair out)
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me at taco bell ordering a chicken quesadilla “WITH. Large Soda”
‘trans ftm or mtf?’ I’m actually trans FTW. TRANSGENDER FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!!!!
crossposting of my attemp at the open lineart collab by @calamari-inari
They have such lovely linework and I really wanted to do more but my health is limiting me at this time. I would love to color your lines again sometime! Good luck everyone!
OMG?! I love your rendition?! It's got this dark eerily glow as if the rose itself is infused with hubert's dark magic... or is it love heehee 😳 It's gorgeous and enchanting, I adore it!!!! 💖💖💖 Thank you for your participation!!! 😭🫶
[person 500 years ago knitting a sock] O Sister Margaret, regale me again with the tale of Vicar Wesley's scandalous elopement with the baker's daughter!
[me today knitting a sock] O Youtuber Hbomberguy, regale me again with the tale of SHERLOCK IS GARBAGE, AND HERE'S WHY