don't tell me you're going to leave Dualscar out of the march fun, that would be a shame...
[Edit: Fixed her eyes]
Please anon, what do you take me for! Personally I’m feeling a corset for Dualscar. I wonder who could help with that…
Goddammit Mindfang, don’t ask it like that, he’s just gonna take it as a challenge instead of an honest inquiry…
don’t let your creativity die from the lack of support
“I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for” - Rudy Francisco
Medusa and her gargoyle gf
i never see enough tips for trans women/transfem people so. here’s a video that came up about tucking :] (don’t worry she doesn’t use tape at all despite the thumbnail)
TRANSCRIPT:
*rips tape*
“How to tuck for trans Male to Female, or if you’re just really curious.
First, take that fancy-dancy duct tape, that electrical tape, that athletic tape and...
*throws it into a bin with an audible thud*
throw that shit in the trash!
It kinda works, but for the most part it frickin’ hurts, you gotta shave all the time and it’s really bad for your skin.
Instead, go to Walmart, get yourself a pair of high-waisted tights, and a pair of dr scholl's travel compression socks.
*tears packet for high-waisted tights*
Cut the waistband out of your tights, like so.
*tears sock pack with teeth*
You’re gonna take your socks, and cut to right about... here. Then you get this cool little cuff.
Feed waistband into said cuff.
Step into each loop of the cuff. Your thingy should lay nicely in the cuff. Pull up, put on a pair of cute panties and some shorts, and it’s like you never even had a penis!
thank you so much for a transcript it completely slipped my mind :]
My name's Kol. I'm a disabled intersex Jewish plural enby in an unsafe situation. I'm a severely underpaid caregiver in a dangerous and racist small town.
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I work overnights for a very volatile woman. She's very prone to s/h. I've had to stay awake on suicide watch as ordered by my boss to make sure nothing happens. I've had to physically stop her from ending her life.
I've had to walk into her apartment after her breakdowns and clean up blood off the walls and counters and her power chair. I've been hit, slapped and screamed at for doing my job. I know that kinda comes with the field but I'm paid a $25 flat rate for all of this.
I repeat I am not paid hourly.
Missing one day of work = $25 out my paycheck that I can't get back. Day staff here have all quit and I'm the only night staff for this woman so I can't call in sick really.
I've missed three days- all of them being due to health issues. As I write this now, I'm in pain due to getting used to a medication + flare ups. But I can't miss anymore days.
My boss says if I miss one more day I could be fired.
I need this money to afford my medication (mainly ones that help w/ my hallucinations) and take care of my cat. I can't quit or afford to be fired.
As for the town, it's full of creepy, racist, rapey old men. I've been catcalled, hit on and almost abducted . I work nights so I walk to work then.
I shouldn't be scared to leave my own house!
I have no money to go anywhere else and can't quit my job. Not many places are hiring and those that are have hours + grunt work I can NOT handle as a disabled person.
Donations to my Paypal and/or spreading the word would be appreciated yall!
https://www.paypal.me/APreston781
-Kol (they/them)
Met an old teacher today and we got talking about ‘the good old times’ and ten minutes into the conversation I jokingly said the one regret I have from middle school is that I never won anything at her magnificent tombolas? Because, like, she used to hold this game about once a month so we’d learn the numbers in French and it was never big prizes, but as a 12-yo I desperately craved them - a cactus-shaped eraser, a bright blue notebook with slightly larger-than-usual squares, a set of coloured pens - and never ever got a single one of them.
(Actually spent a good few months thinking I was genetically unlucky and researching ancient family curses with my grandma.)
So today I don’t know what I was hoping for - nothing, really?
(I mean, that part of me that’s still twelve was probably expecting this sweet old woman to have a set of glitter stickers in her purse and just go ‘You know what, you’re right - I’ve been saving this one for you all these years, here you go’ but I’m a solidly rational person and I know that’s stupid.)
NO, I thought we’d just laugh and it would be a good shared memory and that would be it. Instead, my teacher got flustered and a bit embarrassed and explained the game was rigged. It was never about learning French at all. She’d just noticed some kids couldn’t afford even basic stationery, so she’d buy a few half-fancy items every months with her own money just for them. She didn’t want them to feel different or left out. And obviously the way she used to walk around in the classroom, looking over our shoulders - it wasn’t to prevent cheating. It was because she was cheating herself, wanting to see which number a particular child needed to get a Minnie Mouse pencil case.
Guys - the world is fucked up, but so many people out there are just good and kind and humbly heroic it honestly gives me hope.
It’ll be alright, you’ll see.
oh my god
Okay, this is awesome.
Okay but do you have any idea how hard it is to play a shakuhachi? This is AMAZING.
This is really interesting
Its the beautiful month of May, which means MerMay is at hand! Here, “Los Sirenitos.” A handsome trans merman couple rejoice in the cool of the sea. Available as a print in my Society6 shop.
A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon. Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.” A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend. Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.
— Ira Byock, The Best Care Possible: A Physician’s Quest to Transform Care Through the End of Life (x)
here she comes
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is this some sort of trap?? or is it a secret hint that only the inquisitor (who played his personal quest) knows of his detest for tea and is secretly hinting at them to meet him?? interesting.
Also the five years comment... it could just be because 5 years from the release oc Inquisition... but what if it's also because DA4 will be set 5 years after trespasser?
I do feel like the new game might be set 5 years after Trespasser ("these five long years seem but an instant" - we get it, oh immortal egg).
That being said, his tarot card - the Tower - can also be seen in the picture. And if I'm not mistaken, that card represents chaos and destruction. (It's the major arcana card of sudden upheaval and unexpected change. This change is scary, life changing, and usually unavoidable).
Solas dislikes tea. Maybe this sudden change of heart means something more. Maybe it's a warning.
Maybe it's his way of letting the Inquisitor know he's going to put his final plan into action, and he's politely giving them a heads up?
Do you hear that sound? That’s me on my way to Punt every BioWare exec directly into the sun
remember that time last year where I had a dream about a monk vocaloid for some reason??? good times
