#and also very personal

[i-will-steal-your-knees]

Well.

The owl house is ending today.

To say this show changed my life isn’t even an exaggeration. I started watching in 2020 or 2021 right after finishing SPOP to fill the void, and I fell in love with it.

The fact that it’s a show with a queer neurodivergent protagonist. It’s a show ABOUT growing up neurodivergent. It’s a show about finding people like you who love you and accept you as you are, and most importantly, people who understand you. It’s a show that says no matter how scary the world feels, it will be ok because us weirdos have to stick together.

I see myself in Luz. I see a girl who just wants a place in the world, who wants friends, a family, anyone who can understand her. I remember what that’s like. When I started watching the show I didn’t have people like that. But I got to watch Luz find them, got to watch her find those people, and I had hope that I would find them for myself. I got to watch her struggle with guilt, but also be told that her “mistakes” are not her fault, none of it is, she’s just a kid, but that even if it was her fault it doesn’t change the fact that she’s loved by her friends and her family. I got to watch her and her mom realizing that they’re not all that different, that they both had the same hardships, that her mom wanted things to be better for her but that she accidentally hurt her by trying to put her in a box even though she loved all the things about her that were weird and different.

I got to see a world where neurodivergence was a fucking superpower.

And in another real and stupid way, The Owl House changed my life. It’s a story I don’t tell irl much, because it’s… kind of personal, and a tiny bit embarrassing, but the show’s ending, so… might as well?

When I started watching the show, I… didn’t know I was a girl yet. I identified as non-binary cause I knew I wasn’t a boy, but I hadn’t quite figured everything else out yet.

Actually, the first character who helped me figure it out was Amity. I sometimes joke that I knew I was a lesbian before I knew I was a girl. Which is true. I saw this girl be awkward in front of her crush who was also a girl. And I don’t know how to describe it exactly but I related so hard to the specific kind of relationship they were building between Amity and Luz. I latched on to Amity. She’s a character who is extremely talented at what she does through hard work, who has a lot of external pressure to succeed, but at the end of the day she’s just a silly little lesbian who wants to go on cute dates with her girlfriend and to hang out with her friends and to just be a normal awkward teenage girl. And I realized that I was the same. It took a few months, but I did realize eventually what it meant that I wanted to just be a normal awkward teenage girl. (And all of this was before the whole hinting-at-Amity-canonically-being-trans thing, which I could make a whole other post about.)

So, yeah. To say that TOH was my trans awakening isn’t exactly accurate, but it’s not entirely inaccurate either.

It might be a bit cliche, but I mean it when I say The Owl House isn’t just a show to me. It’s a love letter to kids who grew up knowing they were different. It’s a story that says that messing up is normal. It’s a show that says that you can thrive not just in spite of, but BECAUSE of neurodivergence. It’s a story about how it’s ok to just want a place to be yourself more than anything. It’s a show about how being queer is the most natural thing in the world. It’s a show about looking for the magic in the strangeness of the world and finding it. It’s a show about how all of us weirdos have to stick together.

I’m glad we’ve all stuck together for this long, as a lot of us turned from neurodivergent queer kids to neurodivergent queer adults. I hope we continue to stick together long after the story is done. Thank you Dana Terrace and all of the Owl House cast and crew for making this show.

[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.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[mikqchoux]

I like to think i'm funny:,)

[liones-s]

a big lesson for me was learning that most things are not as fragile as I’d believed. missing a class, or turning in a bad assignment, won’t instantly destroy your professor’s opinion of you. accidentally saying something harsh won’t make your friend want to end the friendship. it takes work to repair these things - it takes effort and research and sometimes a sincere apology - but you can do that because they’re not irreparably broken. what you’ve worked to build, in academia and in relationships and in life, is stronger and more enduring that your mind may teach you to believe. don’t let imagined fragility lead you to giving up

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

Xisuma is forced to play hit video game That’s Not My Hermit by Evil Xisuma every day

Part 2

[stiffyck]

Good luck during pride month to all the aroaces who are gonna be blasted with "love is love" everywhere

Edit:

This post includes aplatonic people, loveless aros and any other people who fall anywhere on the aro and ace spectrum.

Stop saying "but theres platonic love and familial love-"

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[noodles-and-tea]

Some league-playing friends were sad Viktor’s son didn’t make the cut for the show

[kimdokjas]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[lesbxdyke]

I would like to again big up libraries as safe spaces for people of all types!

I had a psychotic episode in my local library while I was in there working and had convinced myself that I was in a bubble dimension and if I left the library I would die, and that being what had happened to the librarian because I hadn't seen them in an hour (it's a small, local library. You can see the librarians desk from where I sit to work)

Now obviously they weren't dead, they were just in the little office that I couldn't see into.

I'm also lucky enough to be a very self aware psychotic, so I reached out to my support network to make sure I got home safely. But none of them could actually get me OUT of the library and I was still absolutely certain that if I stepped off the carpet and onto the tile, I would die.

So I got up, I made my way to the desk, I found the librarian and I said "I need your help. I'm having a psychotic episode and this is what I currently believe. Could you please come out from behind your desk and stand on the tiles so I can see it won't kill me?"

And they did. They didn't shame me, or laugh, or tell me it wasn't real. They said "Yeah, that must be scary." And thanked me when I admitted I'd thought them dead and been really upset about that because I liked them.

And then stood there on the tile, while I stood on the carpet, for ten minutes while I chatted shit and tried to build up my courage to step on the tile, just in case. Including telling me that if this happened again and I needed to call someone, to disregard the usual 'don't call people in the library' rule and just do so after I promised I was going to be calling my husband the second I was on the tile so he could safely walk me home.

(& so no one worries: my husband got me home safe, and a friend came to check on me a little while later and brought me food and I'm fully Cognizant and out of it now)

I cannot imagine another place where I could approach someone and say that and not get the police or an ambulance called on me. Neither of which I needed or would have been helpful.

I cannot imagine another place where a member of staff would stand somewhere for ten minutes to make sure I felt safe enough leaving.

I cannot imagine another place where I would not only be explicitly welcomed back, but be told "If this happens again here, disregard our normal rules to take care of yourself."

I cannot imagine another place on this earth that I would feel safe enough returning to, 3 days later, after an episode like that.

Libraries are a fucking Godssend and should be protected at all costs!

[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[citricacidprince]

POV: Your estranged brother shows up at your door with a pair of pre-teen twins, wwyd? 🤨

In honor of The Book Of Bill coming out and my friends getting massive Gravity Falls fixations (Which HELLLL YEAHHHH 💥💥💥) I decided I wanted to redraw my first ever Timestuck AU doodle because that AU has my heart and soul and my time traveling loving heart can never truly abandon it 💛

(Also looking back, YIKES my art style was a little funky, thank you Psychonauts for making my art look nicer <333 (this is also your sign to play Psychonauts I guess lol))

Blank versions without the text cause I really like how these came out, I think they’re pretty :]

[prolibytherium]

I will say I get the vibe that a lot of peoples interest and support for strikers is a bit too much for a vicarious ‘burn it down’ thrill, rather than for the actual goals of a strike.

Like UPS has agreed to come back to the table and it is very possible they will concede to Union demands and avert a strike. And if that happens (so long as the union does not make concessions on its key demands) it’s a good thing. It’s a victory for the laborers. It is the same ultimate conclusion that a strike would intend to produce except without the workers having to go on (not so great) strike pay for a week or two.