#Of watching MY FRIENDS

[theonewithallthefixations]

My Rant on Acceptance Because I am SO FREAKING DONE

It's so weird when people compliment my apron. Like, sir, you're not fooling anyone. I know you think it's the weirdest thing in the history of the entire universe. But do you think I have the time to take it off every time I need to go out in the hall and print something or go to the bathroom? No! You're not boosting my self confidence by complimenting it. You're not protecting me from some unspeakable danger by letting me know I'm wearing an apron with freaking musical instruments and paint splatters all over it, or I have a wet rag hanging from my pocket. I know, I just don't have time to care. The preschoolers take top priority. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I think it’s rather sweet that people are thoughtful enough to tell me that I’m being weird, at least to their standards. I just don’t understand it. Why is wearing an apron in the hall, something that you need to wear for your sort of job, considered weird? Why is it considered weird to be a nerd? To like writing essays? To be straight, or bi, or gay, or any sexual orientation? To be religious. To be not religious. To be happy all the time, to be down all the time. Liking singing, drama, art? What’s the matter with that? Don’t judge people just for wearing their cat ears to school. Don’t meow at them, or bark at them, or treat them like anything less than their own person who likes cats. If they’re asking questions, they aren’t attention seeking. They are trying to learn. Or maybe they are! Maybe they’ve been neglected their whole life! Maybe they need the attention! Whatever reason they’re doing something, it’s not any reason to judge. Accept everyone for who they are! Because while you may think it’s weird that I wear an apron around, I think it’s weird that you can’t have a singular conversation with a child and be able to identify if not exactly, pretty close, what they need to work on and how to help them. Or rather, I don’t think it’s weird, but I don’t understand it. I’m not judging you in my head. I’m not thinking “hey, this person can’t do what I can do so I’m gonna be rude,” I’m thinking, “wow, this person can cook! Culinary is so cool!” I may be different than you. I KNOW my brain works differently, I’ve been reminded of that all my life! But I can teach you something new, just as you can teach me something new. Do you see that person sitting all alone over there? Maybe they’re crying, maybe they’re just reading, maybe they look like they need a friend. Say hi! Or if that’s extremely nerve wracking, then share a smile! If someone “weird” comes up to you, you can actually talk to them rather than avoiding them altogether. Strike up a conversation. Maybe you both know all the names of the Mayan deities in order of importance! (If you do let me know because I need a Mayan nerd friend) Maybe you like the same books, or the same movies, or there’s nothing similar about you. But you have just made this person feel important. They feel like they have a place in this world. You have no clue what’s going on. What’s weird about them? What’s weird about you? Thank you.

[saint-soap]

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[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[esfiart]

Do u guys ever think about dying?

[doctorhomo]

“old man writes about gen z on their damn phones” ?????? no?????? old man writes about the dangers of staying in your own bubble and prejudice and privilege to the point where you’d rather die than let a black man save you????? old man writes about useless influencer-types who are so dependent on their bubble that they dont know when they need a piss???????? old man writes about white people desperately trying to make their own aryan society and staying in their racist BUBBLE ????????

[secretdazedragon]

[p3stie]

been playing disco elysium

[notacluedo]

he’s telling Neil to get his gross runners feet off the walls

challengers screencap redraw 🤌🤌

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

AND BUMBLEBEE !!!!!!!!

[srapsodia]

"Call for the ball one more time, Ace!"

(Based on that one gif of Christiane Endler lifting up her teammates)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

bonus :

[gvalesdraws]

me and you

(and our elefant in the room)

[spidertams]

Oh, Sam…

[alexxuun]

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

[amoebeau]

sighs ok. yeah. well anyway