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my mom’s trans allyship is on another level

she once called my friend’s deadname “that stupid thing his mom calls him”

I was once talking to my 75 year old Chinese dad in passing about a trans friend of mine not getting along with her family and he asked why and I said err, because she's trans, dad.

He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"

Later on: "Anyway, even if she WAS the only son, that's not her problem, that's THEIR problem. They should have had more sons if they were going to be bothered about it."

Knowing what I know about chinese culture there’s something so beautifully simple about his logic of “no son to carry on family name/look after them in old age/all the other stuff? Skill issue! Should’ve had more sons! Should’ve kept the family unit strong yourself! Blaming your daughter for your own failure of family planning is W E A K!” and then he learns there are more sons and it completely breaks his train of logic because if yes to more sons then why issue?? You have two others and you’re mad you don’t have three?? Whack. Greedy.

I can already envision him as an ancient lord of a powerful house looking down his nose at the latest messenger bringing gossip from the house of his offspring’s friend and going “now they have a daughter to marry into another family for powerful alliances and two sons to take over her former duties and somehow they’re still complaining about their good fortune? They shall not survive the winter.” and then sipping his tea with all the grim satisfaction of someone about to watch an unnecessary soap opera of drama unfold from a safe distance or something

This pics completely sfw so I'll share it here! made up a new dude who is an office worker feeling unsatisfied w his life until he completely turns it around and becomes a raver bunny boy in his mid 30s

it's you now, more than ever🌠

A solid 80% of the tumblr experience is accepting that you won't get the reference of [shit that's suddenly everywhere] until like 19 months later

this struck a chord with all the other people confused-by-yet-accepting-of the juggling man and/or plastic-eating crow boy i see

u know that thing where an animals grow in a far off place and some idiot introduces him to a new habitat and it turns out its characteristics that help them in their own sometimes are too helpful in the new one and they become like an invasive species yeah thats the word i was missing anyway back to my point i think i saw a human version of that just now i was driving in tonights snow storm and i saw a man wearing a big ass cowboy hat to keep the snow off him and a bandit red bandana to keep it off his face and a big ass pancho to keep him warm and nice ass cowboy boots to keep his calves dry and he was prancing along while everyone on the road looked miserable and frozen solid and idk i guess the point im trying to make here is i feel like cowboys would have taken over russia if given the chance or something

As an Evolutionary Biologist, this is a roller-coaster from start to finish.

genuinely something so delightful about getting obsessed with your own characters. what do you MEAN I can turn my headcanons for my characters into Official Real Lore. that's so fucking cool are you serious

observation: among a certain subset of tumblr users, the term “blorbo” has become unchic, but the concept it describes is still important; and so it has been replaced with “The Character”

to be Fair, I think The Character is meant to describe a certain level of agony, of being consumed by what loves you. blorbo is an expression of affection, The Character is sinking into the depths

Tim: Hey, Jason, have you seen my updog? Jason, bewildered: What the fuck is that? Steph: Oh, y'know, his updog. Jason: Oh yes, that definitely answers my question. Tim, eye twitching: Whatever. Have you seen my updog or not? Jason, exasperated: I'd answer you except you haven't told me what it is! Steph, this close to snapping: Stop avoiding the question, Jason. Have. You. Seen. His. Updog. Dick, who just came back home: Hey, guys, I- Dick, staring at Tim and Steph losing their shit at Jason: Dick, whispering: Dami, what the hell is going on? Damian, who goes to school with teenagers: Well, Richard, they- Damian: *pause* Dick: ? Damian, a certified little brother: Drake and Brown believe Todd took Drake's updog. Dick: Damian: Dick: Damian: Dick: ...what's updog? *all background bickering immediately cuts out* Tim: No. Way. Steph: That little shit- Damian, smug: I believe I am owed 80 dollars now.
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bloggerinne-deactivated20250930

i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

Based on a conversation I had at work

Steph: How do you guys wanna be buried? Like funeral rites and stuff?

Steph: I wanna be cremated and have my ashes be turned into a diamond.

Duke: I haven't really thought about it. I guess a regular funeral?

Dick: Yeah. Same.

Steph, nodding: Safe choice. Jason?

Jason: Viking funeral

Cass nodding along: Same

Steph, high fiving them: Fuck yeah! Damian?

Damian: I simply wouldn't die. But in this hypothetical situation I would like to be cremated and have my remains put in one of those biodegradable urns so that I may become a tree.

Steph: Aww cute!

Damian, definitely not blushing: I will kill you myself, Brown.

Steph, quickly moving on: Tim? How about you?

Tim: Bog body.

[Everyone looks at him in various degrees of concern, shock and repulsion]

Jason: I beg your finest fucking pardon?

Tim, shrugging: Bogs preserve dead things really well. My parents were archaeologists. It's what they would've wanted.

No no this is definitely a conversation that had to have happened

Like at least once, the bats would have to be like “we will die doing this. There’s no true retiring for us. So what will happen after”

This is like the non angsty happy version of this conversation that I know Dick and Bruce had on a skyscraper once and then never spoke about it again because they totally didn’t break down about it.

2025 boyfriend: I have been DMing instagram models and purchasing their OnlyFans content with money from our shared bank account. Also, I am a high value redpilled male and you should work your ass off for crumbs of my affection.

Iron Age boyfriend: help girl they’re cutting my nipples off with a ceremonial knife and throwing my bound corpse into a bog

2025 boyfriend: Despite cheating on you and leeching off you for 6 months, I am going to have a screaming crying breakdown when you try to leave me and piss myself and get so very angry when you call my mom to come get me.

Iron Age boyfriend: the crops would not grow, they are saying I have displeased the gods, this is the only way to save the people, my blood will sate this land I have dishonored. also I have 6 parasites and 3 serious infectious diseases so I was going to go soon anyway I think.

I’d like to issue a public apology for not making it clear I have never had a boyfriend from the Iron Age and this post is a hypothetical creative work about the stark differences in quality of life and dating culture in 2025 and 2 thousand years ago in Iron Age Ireland. I am so sorry for not clarifying that and potentially spreading misinformation about the 6’6" Irish dreamboat that must have been the Old Croghan Man.

he is so cute in a pathetic way, I want to drop feed him a decoction of antiparasitic herbs like a baby bird

i hate how much a third monitor would improve my general workflow bc even two monitors is too much i wish i could be happy with one lmao

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256x224-deactivated20240130

In your attempt to make the internet a more "friendly" place you made it more sterile and boring than ever

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256x224-deactivated20240130

Oh wait this is the wrong post lol

i was like god damn what did i do