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reanimatedgh0ul

nkvictory

hobgobknowsbest

tlirsgender

cali

i was worried there might be something wrong with me cuz when i walk around barefoot at home i exclusively do it tip-toeing but webmd said im just a gazellepilled baddie with a soul full of starlight

hyourinmaruice

faetism

[ID: A tweet from @/pastoralcomical that reads: 'it's crazy that they only figured out tectonic plates in the 60s. a child in the 50s would say "it seems like south america and africa would fit together" and his mom would go "that's cute honey would you like a cigarette"' /End ID]

beatrice-otter

My Dad actually experienced the transition in a really funny way!

He grew up in a little farming community right outside a mid-sized city. They had a three-room elementary school (first and second grade, third and fourth grade, fifth and sixth grade), but then after that they went to middle and high school in the big schools in the city. Except, they had a special experimental program for kids in 5th and 6th grade they had identified as advanced in every school in and around the city, where they bussed them all in to a central place for advanced teaching half a day once a week. And Dad was in this program in like 1965.

Except, there wasn’t really a set curriculum or anything, because it was experimental. They just had a couple of their best teachers do whatever they wanted with the kids. It was nothing like the later “gifted” programs,” it was a lot less pressure and a lot more interesting things. One of the things they learned was plate tectonics, which was not just cutting edge, it was bleeding edge science at the time. So my Dad learns all about plate tectonics and goes home just happy as a clam.

Not much later, he’s getting a geology/geography lesson in his regular 5th grade class, and it’s out of the standard textbook with the standard explanations from the pre-plate tectonics theories.

So my Dad pipes up that actually that’s all wrong, because he learned it in his special class!

And the teacher says, “All right then, if you think you know better, you teach the class.”

My Dad is autistic, though undiagnosed. (In the 60s, extremely few people were getting diagnosed.) He did not notice the social undercurrents.

He said, “sure!” and popped up and took the eraser and erased her diagrams from the chalkboard, took the pointer out of her hand, and taught the class what he’d learned in his special program. While the class was sitting there in shock and fear because they could see how the teacher was seething with rage. But he didn’t notice, he just taught the class and then sat back down.

The teacher sent home a nasty note and had a talk with his parents. But my grandparents were not sympathetic, because after all, it was her own fault. If she didn’t like what my Dad did, she shouldn’t have made the offer for him to teach.

roseverdict

fellshish

Is it a wip when it’s just notes in the notes app or is it only a wip once the first sentence has been written. Is my mind deceiving me into thinking i have no wips

fellshish

I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE

nkvictory

disasterfag

wish you guys would hate norway for the intense medical transphobia the way you hated swedes for not feeding people. we couldnt get a legal gender marker change without forced sterilisation until 2016. theres 1 board in 1 hospital in the whole country that's allowed to give HRT and they go by 1950s gender roles (i.e. if you're a trans man who wears nail polish, or a trans woman who wears pants, or you're gay, you're denied), and there's a minimum of a full year of psychological evaluations before any treatment is given (they ask helpful and relevant questions like "did you play with cars or dolls as a child" and "do you think about your parents when you masturbate"). anyway burn down rikshospitalet

disasterfag

[ID: tumblr tags that read #i hope im not deflecting when i say this happens in other countries as well #i'm german and it's basically the same here. forced chemical sterilization was required to change your gender marker until 2011 #and if self-id doesn't pass we will continue to have to put up with insane amounts of medical gatekeeping #it's disgusting and dehumanizing and i need more people to talk about this #it's a widespread issue that countries that have a rep for being progressive don't get criticized enough. end ID]

you're absolutely not deflecting, this is super important. so many european countries claim equality and good healthcare while also actively killing trans populations with medical neglect and gatekeeping.

we are being murdered by our governments. they are refusing us life saving medical care. we NEED more people to talk about this

spoopymcraft

conarcoin

i will never understand the insane takes against having games be more accessible

conarcoin

“does every game NEED to be accessible to disabled people? 🤨” yeah, actually

conarcoin

also the pissing and shitting over difficulty settings. just play the game on the normal difficulty dumbass it’s not for you

demonicae

Same with stuff like screen shake, particle effects, flashing/lightning effects: “But the game would look terrible without them!”

Then Just.... Don’t turn them off then, dickface...

Meanwhile, *having the option to turn them off* would greatly increase the number of people able to play the game.

0x5742

lovey-dovey-and-sad

I got impatient and rushed to finish this in the end. I felt like I was spending too much time on this one thing and wanted to work on other stuff. Though I am happy with how it turned out and I felt like I needed to see more Prince!Merlin in the world. I based this off an ao3 fic but I can’t remember for the life of me what it was called lol

Anyways click to see a better resolution <3

lovey-dovey-and-sad

EDIT AHHHHH IT ERASED EVERYTHING

This is based on @thewriterowl ‘s work “Under a Shimmer of Sunlight” on ao3

( This work is nsfw so heads up!!)

Keep reading

thewriterowl

This is AMAZING!!! Omg!!! Thank you so much! This is just incredible!!!! And gorgeous! And perfect!!!!

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ad-wills

exeunt-pursued-by-a-bear:

dat-carovieh

moss-balll

they really brought david tenant’s son in and said hey do you want to play a gay little boy in good omens 2. just a little camp mf. nepotism done right.

stromuprisahat

#bro was in it for 3 minutes and was somehow the gayest character in the show #in the very gay show

black-rosegold:

#also pete davidson ie. david’s father in law was job??? #had me cracking up

#they brought this kid in and said hey flirt with your dad's co-star #and he said ok bet

cptnvers:

#that finger brush to aziraphale's chest. quite literally he came he served cunt and committed to the bit #WAIT it's even funnier bc apparently david didn't know he auditioned for good omens in this role. #he auditioned and went on the set and said. im about to be hilarious

song-spero:

#making hearteyes at michael sheen is apparently a dominant genetic trait

vyeoh:

#all nepo baby actors should be required to hit on their parent's work bf in front of their parent #to prove themselves

silvain-shadows

Ok, I need to respond to that “dominant genetic trait” tag specifically, because the reality is significantly funnier- that’s Ty Tennant, Georgia (Moffett) Tennant’s son from before she married David Tennant. David adopted him, IIRC, and he’s raised him from a very young age, so he IS David Tennant’s son, but it’s not genetic, and if you know the hilarious irony of David and Georgia’s relationship (Peter Davidson played David Tennant’s favorite Doctor, David met Georgia while he was playing the Doctor and she was playing the Doctor’s daughter, every Doctor who fan at the time was vaguely amused by this because the Doctor married the Doctor’s daughter making the Doctor become the Doctor’s father-in-law), it becomes even funnier that Ty gets to flirt with his father’s coworker. Just a recursive mess of family business hilarity. Ty deserves this opportunity.

amethysthollis

@silvain-shadows why would you leave this in the tags??

castledock

memeuplift

Mike Hawk, huh

up-north-values

narwhalsarefalling

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midnightwinterhawk

inthefallofasparrow

XVI. The Tower

were--ralph

ophiuchusdecay

bulbiedorf

Everyone in porno has a cute pink little asahole with no hair or hemorrhoids. A perfect little baby starfish. Not me. My asshole is a craggy PIT

Link descending into my B HOLE

Gonna queue this up to reblog around 8am my time bc it’s not fair that only the British people get to suffer

hoobert-heever

it’s ok some of us are irish 💕

Your people have suffered enough

athenagrantnash

Modern Pride and Prejudice AU where Mrs. Bennet is obsessed with getting her daughters employed and all of the proposals are job offers.

Elizabeth turns Darcy down because he's the last man in the world she could ever be prevailed upon to work for (if he's such a jerk as a neighbour imagine what he's like as a boss).

Then she visits Pemberley Head Office and everyone is talking about what a great boss Darcy is and how fantastic their benefits are and she's like "...hm."

Everyone in the family is relying on Jane because she's got some easily marketable talent and Bingley was really enthusiastic about it and wanted to go into business with her but Darcy talked him out of it because he didn't get the vibe that Jane was all that invested in the project (she was).

Mary is that kid who's doing 5000 different clubs because it'll look good on her college applications, but all of her personal essays sound like they were written by chatgpt (she would never use it, her writing is just that unimaginative).

Lydia and Kitty are teenage tiktok influencers and Elizabeth is begging her parents to assert some discipline because the girls are exposing themselves to an extremely wide audience and have absolutely no guidelines for safe and appropriate internet behavior, but Mrs. Bennet is just like "well at least SOMEONE in this family is successful" and Mr. Bennet is like "let them get it out of their system, no one will remember when they're older"

Mr. Bennet runs a company but it's been barely breaking even for years because he's not really very good at investments or planning ahead and then in comes tech bro William Collins who won't shut up about cryptocurrency at dinner and has a reference from Catherine De-frickin-Bourgh and the board is heavily hinting that they want to replace Mr. Bennet and Mrs. Bennet is panicking

manywinged

jamezuse