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Enemies to the north.  Daughter of the North.

Everyone calling Elias sexist…..can you not??? I’m sorry but I don’t believe that all of you: 

1. Don’t have siblings

 2. Have never told your sibling to do something for you. Especially a younger sibling. 

 3. Believe this is the worst sexism you’ve ever seen that your life. That you think he is misogynistic pig.  

4. Your mom has never been like ohhhh you have friends over here is 57 things to eat. 

Just relax. Its really not a big deal. You’re really just causing drama now and being dicks. 

so i’ve been confusing friends in the discord chat because of these shitposts i’m making so i feel like i should clarify that i’ve been using a copy of the tomato subs text file to fuck around and make fauxsubs in vlc player. which results in adventures like this:


one word moodboards » @lovegoodd asked » W I N T E R

still. snow. stark white. empty. survival. renewal. 

knocking-on-peoples-non-doors  asked:

hey Pasi, would you have any advice to give to someone who's struggling to figure out whether they're cis or nb/what to do when they figure it out? thanks in advance

There’s another post fermenting in my drafts, a reply to someone else’s question that goes more into detail about how everything happened with me, but the long and short of it, if you want advice…

Try it out.

If there are people in your close environment you feel comfortable enough talking to about these things, ask them to switch pronouns. Post about your thoughts and feelings re: gender. Dip your toe into the NB community. You’ll find out soon enough if it’s for you or not.

Because, well, in the end it’s not really about what you are or aren’t, but about what feels best for you. Honestly, I still don’t know if I’m trans or cis, if I really have the “right” to call myself non-binary (and the imposter-syndrome re:transness is a whoooole other can o’ worms I’m not gonna go into here) but I do know that generally speaking, hearing myself referred to as they or them makes me feel comfy, and hearing she or her gives me a little twinge of unease. And that, for the moment, is enough for me.

I suppose what I mean to say is: there are no obligations. You don’t have to decide black-and-white what gender you are, and if you do decide there’s no set of rules or behaviours you have to follow. What it always comes down to, for me, is: try it out. If it works for you, stick with it; if it doesn’t, drop it and go back. There’s no shame or failure in either.