My Trans Miss-Adventures

why is my pencil talking

why is your cat full of star wars sound effects

Roughly 15 years ago the International Olympic Committee did the research, and found that after a period of 1 year on HRT there is absolutely no calculable advantage of trans women over cis women. In 2003, trans women were officially allowed to compete in the Olympics. This is the Olympics. A tier of competition where tenths of a second can make all the world of difference, and they still couldn’t find an advantage inherent to being a trans woman.

The stink was relatively small, and subsided relatively quickly because there were no trans Olympians. There were, and are, many barriers to trans athletes other than just the simple rule of being theoretically allowed to compete in the Olympics. 

Recently a grand total of one (1) trans woman has excelled in one sport. Not even at the Olympics itself. And now cis people are absolutely losing their shit. 

Over a decade later, cis people are now wanting to walk back something that got decided quite some time ago. 

“I suppose you can compete, it’s not like any of you are going to excel WAIT ONE OF YOU WON SOMETHING SCRATCH THAT walk everything back this is an attempt to destroy true wombyn’s sport!”

Like it’s so transparent.

Scorpia is so incredible to wear! 💖

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Oh my gods!!!!

Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.

 You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.

 Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.

That’s some legit fairy tale level shit right there.

I want this on my tombstone

it always disappointed me that Monster Girls are an anime porn thing rather than something used to explore the way society and the media dehumanises women, but oh well

shout out to all my fellow monsters

This is so on point. In my writing, my main female characters are always some sort of monster. Giant werewolf girl that can rip your throat out? Yep. I started really realizing that maybe there’s something wrong with the world, and not me, when the only way I could make a character I truly understood how to write was if they were able to shapeshift into a huge monstrous thing with snarling maws and fur everywhere. I just gave up and went “FINE I guess I’m a monster then!” and embraced the fur and fangs and everything else that made people afraid of me. (Like not shaving my armpits or my legs.)

Heck, I won’t even be as invested in a game as I might if I can’t either play as a non-human character or make myself a non-human character. I bought Guild Wars 2 simply because of the Charr. I knew nothing about MMORPGs at the time, I just saw sabercat people and bought it.

I love this comic. I love the message. One that is so hard to articulate.

You know the main problem with the “live action” Lion King? Why it looks so lifeless?

The hyper realistic style is actually limiting the animators, rather than freeing them. The style makes it much harder to have memorable character designs and good expressions. Real lions don’t need to do things like emote in a way that humans can understand – but characters in a film do. The original movie was more cartoony not due to animation limitations of the time, but because that style genuinely serves the story better.

To show you what I mean, compare these two shots of Simba, from right after Scar says “run away and never return.”

Here is a clear reaction, with a strong beat for us to connect with before the character makes a decision. Even without any dialogue, even without any context, you can understand the emotion there just by the expression and the mannerisms. Is it realistic? No! He’s bright yellow and has eyebrows. But do we empathize with him? Yes!

Meanwhile, here is… a lion. Turning and running. No expression, no beats, no character moments, nothing. He actually can’t express himself because the animators are locked into the realistic style. If they tried to animate a strong expression as warranted for the scene, it would look terrible. Is it realistic? Hell yeah! Look at those textures! Look at that fur! But do we empathize with him? …nah. Not really.

To conclude: when you’re retelling Hamlet with a bunch of animated lions, cartoonish-ness is your friend, not your enemy.

Nyakim Gatwech at the 2018 Emmys

Designer: laviebyck

now wait just a goddamn minute. THIS is real and I’m honestly dying

Amazing

Baby armadillo.

Humans will pet anything.

How wonderful, then, to live on a planet full of creatures that like to be petted!

“ How wonderful, then, to live on a planet full of creatures that like to be petted!”

It truly is.

Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.

Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.

But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”

Okay but…if someone wants to take me on a date to a Barnes and noble and get me dinner and a drink and then let me peruse the stacks like I’m not saying no. A sandwich, a beer, and 2-5 books on various topics I hope I’ll someday read about? Good night.

The Swedish equivalent of Blockbuster is now best known for its candy, snacks and sodas.

This is El Ateneo Grand Splendid, an old theatre turned bookstore in Buenos Aires:

The stage itself was turned into a cafe:

You can’t even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:

I’ve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.

Adapt or die, people.

Take me to Buenos freaking Aires… Leave me in this bookshop… Never look for me, you will not find me again.

The funny thing to me is that I can remember when Barnes & Noble was the huge conglomerate everyone loved to hate. Now that someone bigger and badder came along, everyone loves them.

I am going to live here like a BOOK GOBLIN

Re logging for the last comment. BOOK GOBLIN!

It’s my life goal!

I wish you luck in this goal!

I WILL FOLLOW MY DREAM :D

The ironic paradox of biphobia and lesbophobia is that lesbophobia will have you believe society wants you to be bi and biphobia will have you believe society wants you to be lesbian. The reality is that society does not want you to be lesbian or bi; that society only wants you to be straight, but will not hesitate to use other identities against you. If that means tricking you into believing your closest allies occupy a higher social standing than you and wish to keep you beneath them in the same way the straights do to them, then so be it. It’s not even divide and conquer, its recruiting us to do their own bidding and ridding them of us in the process. Heterosexuals as a class do not prefer lesbians to bisexuals or bisexuals to lesbians, thought individually each one might have differing opinions on which are most or least acceptable.

Attempting to convince you that bi privilege or monosexual privilege exists is an intended to shift our arms towards our allies instead of our oppressors.

When you read a fic for smut and it turns out to be well written with a good plot. 

peek-a-BLEH

“Oops, dropped your coat!” You cheerfully pick up the soft fur coat off the floor and carefully drape it back over the person’s chair. They stare at you with wide, stunned eyes. They’re remarkably attractive. You awkwardly wave at them and go sit down at your table.

They’re a selkie, you “gave” them back their coat, you now have a gorgeous and besotted selkie spouse. Hey, they don’t make the rules.

The next day, the attractive person you met shyly approaches you and gives you a little box with a ring inside. You blush, a little confused, and stare at them.

“I… Isn’t this… An engagement ring?”

“Well… We… We should get married by human customs as well.”

“… What?”

IT GOT BETTER

Now I want to get married just so I can do this.

If I were a billionaire I would absolutely tell my secretary to send wedding gifts to anyone who sent me an invite regardless of if I knew them, because- A. I know how expensive that nonsense is. B. I would be a billionaire and when else am I gonna do with that much money? Honestly… and C. I would totally make showing up at random weddings with crazy awesome gifts my new stress relief hobby. “Congratulations random strangers! I admire your daring and stratigic planning. Here’s that 700$ tea set you wanted but assumed no one would ever buy.”

Do you even have to be getting married

Are they gonna check

Damn it sure is

OK, so two friends drunkenly decide on this plan one night. Hadn’t realised somebody might actually ACCEPT the invitation so shit, now they have to actually organise a wedding event. Are secretly in love with each other so the whole process/buildup is full of mutual pining and ‘But it’s a joke to them, right?’

Lonely socially isolated millionaire attends wedding, stays really late/can’t go home Because Reasons, shit both members of this couple are really cute and seem to like him too but jesus you don’t make a move on a couple on their wedding, right?! Especially not if you’ve just gifted them a nice honeymoon to Awesome Destination, because what if they feel obligated to accept advances.

Lots of three-way pining and uncertainty to resolve eventually in a happy OT3, please and thank.

That’s the face you make when you’re the product of a democratic socialist utopian culture where the very concept of currency no longer exists and they’re still somehow not paying you enough to deal with this shite.