#community construction

[a-gay-poptart]

I have found the best ally

Straight and cis people will say that they are allies, but you will NEVER measure up to my dentist.

Me: "Hey, is it ok if I can change my name on my info from [DEADNAME] to Aspen?"

Random woman that I wasn't even talking to in the chair next to me: "Honey, if that's the name you had at birth, [DEADNAME] is your only name."

My dentist, very slowly turning her rolley chair towards the woman: "Shush."

Random woman: "Excuse me?"

Destist: *closes privacy curtain while staring bullets at the lady*

Me: *pissing myself laughing*

My dentist while changing my name in my info (reminder that English is not her first language, she immigrated from Russia): "There, Aspen, you have pretty boy teeth. Smile and make all girls swoon."

Me not having the heart to tell her I'm not transmasc but I'm Agender, and still pissing myself laughing: "Thank you [DENTIST NAME]."

Edit: Ok, this has gotten alot of attention, but right now my other posts is what really needs attention. I have a few fundraisers for people trying to evacuate Palestine and Gaza, but also a diabetic who needs her insulin shot. Please please please, go to my page and at the very least repost those posts, have the day you deserve and free Palestine🇵🇸

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[liberate-women-now]

Amazon Description: "Nobody seems to understand that Hannah is not a girl. His parents ask why he won't wear the cute outfits they pick out. His friend thinks he must be a tomboy. His teacher insists he should be proud to be a girl. But a birthday wish, a new word, and a stroke of courage might be just what Hannah needs to finally show the world who he really is."

The idea that there are certain clothes, behaviors, activities that determine whether you are a boy, or a girl is just reinforced with the idea of gender identity. This book basically teaches young children that wanting short hair, not liking pink, wanting to actually play and have fun, not wanting to be "pretty", not wanting to wear "girl" clothes, makes you a boy.

It is so hard to explain the very simple idea that gender is oppressive. Of course kids aren't going to like being taught from birth that you must wear pink, no you can't play that sport, those are boy clothes!, etc... And no, the answer is not to say someone was "Born in the wrong body!" when they express dissatisfaction from forced gender roles. Straying from gender roles doesn't mean anything is wrong with you, your body or mind. You can cut your hair, wear different clothes, play sports, or whatever, none of those things make you a different sex.

[juliesque04]

gendies yet again discovering that gender is fake and most people's "true selves" don't align with the strict boxes we've created BECAUSE SAID BOXES ARE FAKE

[quaranmine]

collapses on the floor and Dies

[neonspectrumdreams]

Systems with hundreds or thousands of alters are valid.

Nonhuman alters are valid.

Fictives are valid.

Even the research literature on DID has documented these things. But even if you're not traumagenic - YOU ARE STILL VALID.

[blighted-lights]

staring dead-eyed into the distance as if witnessing some unseen tragedy. au where ravage was in the mines pre-war and met megatron before meeting soundwave. what if. what if ravage was with megatron from the start. what if.

this is the only thing i'm gonna be thinking about for the next few days sorry (more thoughts in tags)

[fjordfolk]

i will say this: the signal i see being most ignored in small dogs thats heeded in large dogs is "don't touch me."

[iristhedarkwitch]

🎶Mira the red nosed reindeer

Struck a very shiny pose

And if you ever saw her

You would even say she glows.🎶

[veerbles]

currently extra emo about pynch immediately post-trk. freshly re-traumatized and grieving; unspeakably sad about each of their personal and joint losses and yet unspeakably happy about what they've saved and what they've gained with each other; abruptly burdened by their respective responsibilities (school - opal - college applications - the future as a whole menacing concept) with no time to process; stumbling headlong into a serious relationship ab ovo with no communication skills to speak of and quite frankly an abysmal track record with letting others in and sharing vulnerabilities and leaning on people for support.

they're teenage boys and also they're mentally scarred all over but also they love each other so much, it's all very foreboding. they save gansey and then adam goes back to school and ronan drops out of school and somewhere between november and summer break they have to learn how to talk to each other without anger boiling over as a defense mechanism and how to share their most painful memories and dreams and fears without running away on instinct and how to handle adam's physicality issues and ronan's alcohol issues. but also how to do normal, teenaged relationship things like not be awkward about sex and pda and being queer in a small southern town and how to manage that universal desire to spend literally every single moment together alongside the fear that the other person is getting sick of them, and how to tell people they're together without it becoming a Thing, even though in high school it's always, always a Thing. and during all of that adam has to get into an absurd number of ivy league schools while working multiple jobs and ronan has to dream a new cabeswater and semi-parent a child and they both have to face repercussions of losing cabeswater and it's all so, so much. truly, that gaping hole before the epilogue haunts me in my sleep.

[p3pperr]

New ocs!

Color TV's

Construction lamp that's still under construction!!! Get it.? Cuz. They're a construction light?. .. wip!

Sorry for not posting I've been fighting mental health

[liberate-women-now]

This is the direct result of allowing males into women’s restrooms. How do you know they’re “cis” and not questioning their gender? How can you say they didn’t have the right to be in that bathroom? If all they have to do to be a woman is to say they are one, they have a pretty good defense to fall back on. Males are still males.

[freaky-wasatch-range]

"mormonism is american exceptionalism" has gotta be my least favorite anti-mormon take out there like you could talk about literally anything and THAT'S what you're going with????????? like you can talk about our weird relationship with manifest destiny and colonisation (extremely valid talking points!!!!!!) but to act like some kind of specific allegiance to the united states as an institution is inherent to our doctrine is so..... silence......

[ruvviks]

think about like. home renovation. fixing / installing appliances. fixing up brickwork in an exterior wall idk stuff like that. + bonus points for saying where you're from

[gtbutterfly]

hide - gt one shot

hey, so I tried writing a one shot in an hour. I want to write more one shots like this in the future, so feel free to let me know whet you think of this one and what I can improve. criticism is appreciated.

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It had just begun and I was already out of breath. We were frantically running around looking for places to hide. We were in a forest during early fall on a cool night, all the leaves were on the ground, crunching under our feet. I ended up hiding in a bush, next to a friend of mine. I didn’t know where anyone else hid. It was dark outside, so no matter where, it should have been hard to find them, at least, for most humans. Soon, almost thirty seconds had passed. We couldn’t quite hear the footsteps in the distance, but we could feel them in the ground.  The vibrations were like feeling the face of the drum when it’s hit. They buzzed through our bones as the source of them got closer. Soon, we could hear the creature's footsteps thumping as they hit the ground. My friend was nervous, he had his hands over his mouth to cover the sound of his heavy breathing, which didn’t work very well. His breathing got louder and faster as we heard a scream in the distance. It just claimed its first victim. Then, the vibrations and footsteps got closer and closer. I could barely see the outline of the creature, standing as tall as the trees, their eyes scanning the ground and glimmering in the moonlight. I ran. I started sprinting as fast as I could from the bush, not wanting my partner's breathing to give me away. 

“Hey!” he yelled at me, shocked at my fleeing. I heard them scream as they were caught moments later, but I didn’t dare look back to witness their fate; I kept running and running, trying to distance myself from the large being.

I kept running until I got to a ditch in the ground. I got down on my stomach to hide from the entity that was chasing me. As I looked up from where I was at the naked trees above me. Someone else was hiding in them, sitting on a thick branch and clinging to the trunk. My guess is that they thought since the creature would be looking on the ground, it would be smart to hide up high. Unfortunately for them, it followed the direction I ran in. The white highlights of its eyes were visible from the dozens of yards away where they were standing, and glaring straight at the person in the tree with no emotion at all. The person in the tree panicked as it started to move towards them. They tried to climb down so they could run, going down branch from branch, but they grabbed one that was too weak to hold them. They let out a blood-curdling scream as they fell. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see them hit the ground, but they never did. I never heard the sound of bones cracking, or they’re body hitting the ground, or their groans of pain. I opened my eyes. The creature caught her. She was in their hand, shaking but unhurt, as it looked down at her. I quietly got up and started running again the the creature was preoccupied. I counted the number of victims that the entity had claimed. The only people left were me, and some other person. I happened to run into them while sprinting through the forest. After we both processed the pain of the impact, they whispered.

“What are you doing here? This is my hiding spot,” They asked,

“I’m trying to avoid them, we’re the only two left,” I whispered back,

“Well go somewhere else,” they said, “I don’t need you attracting them to me,” Just then, the entity was heard stepping towards us. I looked behind me to see it smiling, practically a couple of steps away from us with its size. “Damnit!”

We both started running as fast as we could, the creature basically seconds away from grabbing us off the ground. Unfortunately, the person I was running aside from had always been a faster runner than me, and I had been running this whole time, so I was already tired. It looked like I was a goner, about to be snatched up by the creature at any second. But then, the other person tripped on the root of a tree. I immediately passed them and heard their yelling from behind me as they were picked up by the entity. I was the last survivor. The winner. All I had to do was get home-

THUD! “Owww!”

I rolled my foot on a rock and fell to the ground. I skinned my arms trying to stop myself from falling. Slowly, the entity stood over me. I started breathing heavily as its white eyes glared at me from above. My arms ached in pain as I held them. It got on its knees, staring at me with its large eyes. It opened its mouth…

“Oh my goodness, are you ok? Your arms look like they need to be bandaged,” the giant said, looking worriedly at me. They helped me up with their index finger. 

 “I fine, big guy, just some scraps,” I said, dusting myself off. “That was a pretty good game. You really good at hide and seek,”

“I didn’t go too far again, did I” they asked, embarrassed,

“Of course not, you did great,” I said. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the giant’s pocket;

“Hey, is the game over? Can we come out?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, of course,” The giant pulled their “victims” out of their pocket and gently placed them on the ground with his palm. 

“Bro, why did you run away like that at the bush?” The person I was hiding with earlier asked me.

“Your breathing gave us away,” I said,

“Would you have done that if we were really being chased by a giant monster?” he asked,

“Well, probably if I'm being honest.”

“Scew you,” He said, turning away from me. The girl that fell out of the tree looked up at the giant.

“Thanks for catching me back there, I’m not good with climbing trees,” She said,

“No problem, anytime,” the giant said, smiling at her. The last person besides me to get caught scoffed,

“Why do you always have to be it when we play games like this?” They asked the giant. “Uh, because I’d be really easy to find?” the giant shrugged,

“Fine, let's go again, and have you be one of the hiders this time, just to make sure.” they crossed their arms.

“Nah, it's getting late, let's go home.” one of my friends said. 

“Yeah,” said someone else.

“Need me to carry you guys?” the giant asked us. We all nodded. So they picked us all up again, and we went home.