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A simple life filled with love is all i ask for nothing much 🥺❤️‍🩹

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Pour one out for a real one.

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Source: abdul_rabby___

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“That’s my spot”

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hey white leftists

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they changed systems at work, and the new one is Very Bad. It's very unsecure and literally anyone with access can look up customer payment information plain text and copy/paste. I complained to my boss but he said it's corporate's problem. who the FUCK do I report this shit to so something actually changes???

this is most likely illegal wherever you are and can potentially be reported someplace (i think something like the FTC would be right?), if you're in the US try securely reaching out to the EFF who can probably help a lot more

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"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave

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so vampires generally stay the same after they die, they don’t age or grow or change. so do we think they could still medically transition if they wanted to? would hrt have any effect on vampires? and vampires who have regenerative powers, could they get top/bottom surgery? i hope so……

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The age of writing DUMP HIM in the women's restroom stall is out, the age of writing TRY TESTOSTERONE in the women's restroom stall is in

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where there's blood, there's a way

so vampires generally stay the same after they die, they don’t age or grow or change. so do we think they could still medically transition if they wanted to? would hrt have any effect on vampires? and vampires who have regenerative powers, could they get top/bottom surgery? i hope so……

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I found one of those things you call a mermaid on the pier the other night. All tied up and thrashing its poor body around like a fish caught in a net.

That image repulsed me. You know I've never been one for fishing. Even catch and release puts me off. I don't like to watch the poor thing slowly suffocating as it waits to be thrown back in, its gills heaving and sputtering for water.

That creature tied up on the pier, the gash of gills on its neck was heaving and sputtering just in that way, dark ocean water flowing out with every failed breath, it really made me sick.

I pulled out my pocket dagger and its attention was on me. Its eyes bulged wide and I wondered if, like a fish, it couldn't blink. The sight of my dagger set it off into another thrashing fit and I tried to calm it down. Poor thing didn't seem to understand a word. It kept opening and closing its faded lips, but nothing came out. Must've spoke some kinda fish language.

I held it firmly in place and slowly brought the dagger to the knots binding its wrists. It calmed down after seeing that I wasn't here to cut its flesh. Or maybe it had just lost all energy from being out of the water too long. Either way, it stayed still as I cut the ropes around its legs.

When it was freed, it just lay there on the pier. So still it might've been dead, other than the weak flapping of the gill at its throat. I needed to get it into the water, and fast.

I lifted it up, one arm under its neck, the other under its knees. Its skin was slightly warm, unlike any fish I'd ever briefly held. But the same clamminess. Warmer than its skin was the water spurting from its gills.

I stepped closer to the edge of the pier and the thrashing returned. It must've known it was going back home, and was getting excited. I took a step back to gather momentum, and pushed forward with all my might, throwing the creature in kicking and flailing.

It hit the water with a splash, and stayed at the surface for a moment. Almost like it was treading water. Must've wanted to say thanks. After a few seconds it slowly sunk down. Back to its home.

I imagined the slit in its neck filling up with ocean water and I could finally breathe easy again. I couldn't get that sick taste out of my mouth for awhile, though. Same sick taste of my first fishing trip.

"Who cut its neck?" I remember asking my mama as the fish struggled in my hand, tail thrashing, scales cold. She told me those were its gills, that's how it breathed. Through the slits in its throat.

"So it's breathing through its neck?"

"No, sweetie. Not now."

I took one last look over the pier into the dark water below, getting darker. That fish is breathing now. It's gotta be.

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I believe

so vampires generally stay the same after they die, they don’t age or grow or change. so do we think they could still medically transition if they wanted to? would hrt have any effect on vampires? and vampires who have regenerative powers, could they get top/bottom surgery? i hope so……

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When the anti "LGBT propaganda" law passed in Russia, all of you were going insane and cared. Give Georgia the same energy. If you can have sympathy for our oppressors on the basis of them being queer, you should keep the same energy for us, if not more.

If this law passes, every Georgian queer person I know is so severely fucked, myself included. If you make jokes about "being illegal in several countries" you better fucking care about the countries you're apparently illegal in, or going to be illegal in.

Make sure to spread this around. This is important.

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You know the Grimm version of Snow White makes more sense than most versions if only because in that version Snow White was like 7 years old.

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CONTROVERSIAL OPINION ABOUT BISEXUALITY

that purple in the middle is not the right saturation, it doesn't fit with the other two colors and it drives me crazy.

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Hi! Im Hank, also known as Pansy Leatherwork. I'm a fat, butch, tgurl leatherworker based out of Chicago. I started working with leather last June after working a retail position at a large leather shop in my city. One of the big things that led me to leave that job is how they thought they were making stuff that was inclusive to everyone but just frankly... weren't

Where was the stuff for the transsexuals, the fat bitches, the girlies getting paid $15/hr, the freaks that make up the actual communities I exist as part of?, the freaks like me? So I put in my two weeks, started doing phone sex again to cover my bills, and bought some tools and got to learning

Now, just under a year out, I'm genuinely astonished at how well my work has been received. I operate on sliding scale, even on my website, and getting to hear how my stuff gets used or seeing it in action genuinely fills me with an amount of joy I can't properly express.

If what I do seems interesting to you, you can check out my work at Pansy-Leatherwork.com or my Instagram, @pansy.leatherwork

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'We are trans. We are human.'

Pretty simple and valid point.