#need to make that a tag with how much shit I change

[desire-mona]

more as someone who made that switch last year on my own:

- i know being a hater is fun or whatever but i really really do need to emphasise how not at all important it is. all being mean publicly will get you is people being even more mean except its at you

- ^ more on this, the anon function looks sooooo appealing, i know it does and i understand. but 99.9% of the time nobody at all will think youre cool or in the right for sending anon hate

- you dont need to have a moral reason for not liking things! things can just piss you off!

- for you page means nothing at all and there's no tag for it, people will find your post if you tag it with what its about

- listen to music while you scroll if you want that audio visual scrolling experience

- tag games are the closest equivalent i can draw to playing with filters u see on ur fyp, join them if you want cuz a lot have open tags AND NOBODY CARES ABOUT A STRANGER JOINING A TAG GAME

- your mutuals WILL move on to other fandoms at one point or another, unmutualing over fandom change isnt as much of a thing over here so dont sweat it if you change yours as well

- block tags and search terms liberally, i know that feature didnt work on tiktok but it does here. USE IT. you have the power to not see something if you dont want to.

- people. love. asks. you will never ever be weird for sending one and if you send enough for long enough then people will send them back to you. if you want an interaction then you need to initiate it

- notifs of people liking and reblogging your reblogs isnt as annoying as the same repost notifs on tiktok i PROMISE

- please have fun with your layout

- the ads suck shit and they will make the experience so much worse but you can revel in the fact that there is no tiktok shop

- scroll the tags! do it! scroll your fandom tags!!! sort by recent and look through!! you are not confined to the for you page!!

- backing up op, post cringe. please post cringe. people are much less likely to be mean to you on here (in my experience) than over on tiktok. post it even if its bad ESPECIALLY if its creative. please. please.

- no saving posts option on here, take advantage of the fact that you can see all the things youve posted under a tag and set up a system.

For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

[frog-necromancer]

Betting on a Losing Dog

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Chapter 6: Till death do us part

Logan/fem!reader

Summary: An improvised (very soft and sweet) wedding before everything goes to shit. Oh and some angst of course. (Begging you on my hands and knees to leave comments please please please I love you)

Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Tags:

#drug abuse and addiction #swearing #angst #anger issues #main character death (it’s Logan sorry babes) #fluff and smut #kissing #alcohol abuse  #graphic description of violence and injuries #heavy angst #biting #thigh riding #oral (f receiving) #p in v sex #unprotected sex (wrap it up)  #attempt at humor #spending time as a family #intrusive thoughts #some gore #hurt no comfort (maybe a little comfort) #found family #marriage!?!! #self harm (skin picking) #throwing up #depression  #smoking #references to Christianity and religion #video game references #road trip

Till death do us part

The following day was a hazy blur. Neither F/N nor Logan spoke a lot, only a few words here and there and Laura stayed mostly quiet too. Sometimes she would throw out profanities in Spanish. Or at least F/N thought that they were. (If you speak spanish I’m sorry…)

Hours blurred together and F/N couldn't tell how much time had actually passed. It couldn't have been more than a day, she thought. It hadn't been night, right? Last thing she knew was that it would take two more days, but she didn't know how long ago that was.

Logan didn't take breaks, his gaze fixed on the road, but F/N could see his eyes fluttering from time to time. She was worried, but her mind was too hazy to do something about it. She felt terrible to numb herself at a time like this. At a time where Laura and Logan needed her. Logan hadn't changed, but neither had she. 

It must have been about a day when they passed an old chapel at the side of the dusty road. The building had seen better days, with a rotting facade and a couple of dirty broken windows. The once clean white paint was beginning to chip from the wood, making the building look almost moldy. 

“I…I want to light a candle…for Charles and the family and…and the others.”, F/N spoke, voice quiet and rough from not speaking for so long. She could see that Logan wanted to protest, to argue that they needed to keep driving, but she could also see how tired he actually was. “Since when do you believe in that stuff?”, He mumbled roughly, but there was no actual snark to his voice. F/N paused, did she believe in that stuff? Did she actually believe that lighting a candle would do anything but be a fire hazard? 

Probably not. 

But Kurt believed it with his whole heart. 

He would have done the same for her. And she had been putting this off for way too long. 

It didn't actually matter: “I don't know. But I want to do it” (Guys listen I'm an atheist that grew up Christian. I'm just leaning into the whole Christianity allegory. Please don't be offended!) Logan let out a little huff, tired eyes fixed to the dusty road ahead and for a moment F/N thought he wouldn't stop. That he’d keep ignoring her. 

But then he turned the wheel and a moment later the pick-up stopped just in front of the rundown chapel. 

“Make it quick.”, Logan muttered, resting his head on the wheel. F/N nodded, jumping out of the car. Her steps were a little unsteady but she would manage. Laura got out too. F/N sent her a gentle look, eyes just the tiniest bit teary: “let's pick some flowers for” She paused, who were these flowers for? For Charles? For Kurt? For the Munsons? “For everyone we've lost, alright?”, She finally spoke. Laura nodded softly. 

—

A few minutes later they both were holding a bouquet of wild flowers they had each picked. Laura's was a little smaller, but she looked very proud as she held it high to compare it to F/N's. They both were colorful and pretty in their own way. 

The mood was solemn, but at the sight of Laura sniffing the beautiful flowers, F/N couldn't help but smile. It was a sad and tired smile but a smile nonetheless.

“It's perfect Laura.”, she spoke with her hoarse voice: “Let's see if we can get into that chapel.” Laura nodded, rushing over to the double doors of the dusty building. F/N pushed against the wooden door, but there was a big metal lock blocking it. “It's locked.”, She sighed softly. 

Laura looked up at her, determination sparkling in her fierce brown eyes: “No! No!” She shook her head quickly, and before F/N could stop her or protest, Laura had extended her claws and cut down the lock, sparks flying as she cut through the metal. She grinned up at F/N who was not in the mood to lecture her about damaging other’s property. Instead she gently ruffled her head. “Thank you, Laura.”, She murmured, finally pushing the old doors open. 

The rusty hinges squeaked and dust danced in light that flooded through the dirty windows. It smelled of mold and dust, but the place had a strangely calming atmosphere to it. 

Their steps echoed in the building, this place had definitely seen better days, but at the same time the small forgotten chapel had an almost cozy flair to it. 

“Let's put the flowers down for a moment, maybe we can find some old candles” Laura nodded, putting the flowers down on an old wooden bench.

In a dusty carton box behind the altar, F/N found some old tealight candles. They were a little damaged but they would do. 

—

F/N blew on the stone altar to remove some of the dust, she couldn’t hold back a small cough as she tried to make the area look somewhat nice and less like straight from an end of the world movie. 

There was an old wooden crucifix. The small Cross had fallen over and the head of the Jesus figurine had broken off. F/N carefully laid it down, balancing the head on the uneven wood to make it look somewhat tactful. It was a sad display, but she did what she could. This was for her friends. Even if no one listened. 

Maybe this was for herself too.

She placed the candles in the middle of the altar, pausing when she realised that she didn't have a lighter. She was about to break the news to Laura when she saw an outstretched hand holding a cheaper plastic lighter beside her. “Thank you Logan.”, She muttered quietly, reaching for the object. Logan grunted in return. She hadn't even noticed that he had left the car, too deep in thought as she prepared the altar.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to light the candles. Her fingers felt weak and sweaty but she needed to do this alone. Logan was aware of her determination. He wouldn't offer his help. And she silently was thankful for that.

A lonely small flame danced upon the altar. Wordlessly, F/N placed her bouquet at the foot of the stone table. And for a moment they were silent. 

“I- I'm sorry…Kurt…Charles…”, Her voice  was barely above a whisper and on the verge of breaking: “Morph…Jean…Ororo…” She had to pause, take in a shaky breath before she could continue: “I- I had years to think about what to say- I had a speech prepared that I thought I'd one day hold at your graves… but now…I can't remember a word.” She paused, taking in another shuddering breath and Logan was a little worried that she'd fall over. “I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. I miss you all so so much”, she finally concluded, a lonely tear slipped down her cheek. Logan's eyes were burning, his heart heavy.

—

Silence filled the abandoned chapel, except for the occasional thud of Laura hitting the dilapidated wood benches with her foot claw, knocking out pieces of splintering wood. 

Logan had sat down next to her, head in his hands while F/N was still standing in front of the altar, head hung low.

“I-”, F/N finally broke the heavy silence, sighing softly. Laura was still holding onto her flowers, abusing the poor benches with her claw. “I always thought we would get married in a place like this” something between a sob and a laugh escaped her cracked lips at her little confession, it felt silly. 

She tasted blood.

Logan looked up at her in surprise, he hadn't expected her to bring up something like this. “Kurt wanted to officiate the wedding…bothered me about it for weeks…”, A teary smile had formed at the fond memory: “I told him it would never happen…” Laura had stopped kicking the bench.

“...but if it ever did, he would be the only one who I'd let perform the ceremony…”, She took in yet another a shaky breath, her throat felt raw and her eyes were burning.

“F/N”, she didn't turn around, she didn't think she could look at him right now without bursting into tears. Logan's voice was gravely yet incredibly gentle, filled with regret, pain and something like hope: “Would you…still like to get married?” He asked slowly, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. 

Finally F/N turned to him, her E/C eyes filled with surprise and anxiety: “Logan- this is not-” He stopped her: “How about right now?” Determination flashed through his hazel eyes. “Logan- I don't know- how much did you have to drink?” Logan shook his head, his voice firm yet filled with love: “Not enough to not know what I'm doing. Do you want to get married? Right now?” 

F/N blinked, her mind racing with possibilities: “Logan there's no one to perform the ceremony…” She began to weakly protest, but Logan was having none of her excuses: “It doesn't matter. You're here and I'm here and that's everyone that matters right now…no offence kid.” He sent Laura an apologetic look, the girl shrugged: “It's okay.”

F/N blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears that sprang to her eyes yet again and make sense of her muddled mind: “I- Logan. I- I don't know what to say. I thought you didn't want to-” 

When she looked at Logan his eyes were filled with adoration and love and F/N knew right then and there that this was the right thing to do. Finally she nodded: “Yes, I want to.” her voice was barely above a whisper and Logan let out an audible sigh of relief.

“Let me do this the right way.”, He mumbled, awkward yet determined as he slowly got down on one knee. His bones hurt at the quick movement, although he would never admit it.

His hands dived into the pocket of his dirty jacket, fumbling with something before he finally pulled out a small black box made of plastic. “It's one I picked up at that one gasstation we held at …nothing fancy but-” he stopped himself, coughing awkwardly.

“F/N, would you like to marry me?”, He finally asked, his expression filled with careful hope, gazing into her glossy E/C eyes. They were so beautiful, so soft and filled with love. He could get lost in them. He wanted to so badly…

F/N nodded quickly, her hand shooting to her mouth, she couldn't believe this was actually happening, something between a sob and a gasp: “Fuck! Yes! Yes, Logan!” Was all she got out. Logan gently pulled her hand into his and slid the ring onto her finger. He had to suppress a frown at the picked skin around her nails. The F/C nailpolish had begun to chip off days ago. 

The ring was cheap and fit poorly, it was way too big for her, but at that moment F/N would have been happy with nothing. 

His hand in hers was everything she needed.

Logan pulled her into an embrace, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. He was smiling, tears at the corners of his eyes, this was a bittersweet moment. F/N didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she could hear Laura's quiet “Ew” but they both ignored it, too caught up in the ecstasy of the moment to care about anything.

“So…what now?” F/N asked as they loosened the hug. “We get married, of course”, Logan smiled faintly. It was obvious that F/N was still sceptical, but Logan gave her hands a reassuring squeeze: “Give us a moment, darling. How about you wait in the car.” F/N was about to protest but Logan sent her a stern look. He wanted to do this. For them. For her.

—

F/N was sitting in the car, knees pulled up to her chest, as she mindlessly played with the car window. Pushing it up and down and up again. 

They were in the middle of nowhere and she wondered who even built this church in the first place, there was nothing around it for miles and miles. Yet, she felt weirdly happy and excited, yet any moment she wasn't thinking about the present she was thinking about the past and future and the thought alone made a pit open up in her stomach. She felt like throwing up. 

—

An hour or two passed. She couldn't quite tell. Her phone had run out of battery a while ago. Too caught up in the moment to even care. 

A knock at the window pulled her from her thoughts. It was Laura, a crooked flower crown that looked dangerously close to falling apart adorned her dark head of hair. “You look pretty.”, F/N hummed, an automatic smile springing to her chapped lips. Laura nodded: “Logan made a crown for you too…” It was then that F/N noticed the second crown clutched in Laura's hands, made of the same flowers as hers. Maybe it wasn't exactly the prettiest, but it was the thought that counted. And that alone made F/N's heart swell with love. 

Laura grabbed F/N's hand, pulling her out of the car. “Down.”, She ordered, voice commanding and so much like Logan's. F/N kneeled down so that she could place the flowers on her head. 

Laura's hand found its way back into F/N's, pulling her along to the entrance of the chapel. She pushed the old doors open with ease, the wood creaked at the sudden movement. “Come in.” Laura said.

When F/N stepped inside, her eyes immediately fell on Logan in the front right before the altar. A single red flower in his unruly greying hair. That was definitely Laura's idea and he looked almost cute. 

His eyes were filled with adoration as F/N walked down the aisle, holding Laura's hand in hers. She was a little unsteady on her feet, taking slow steps. 

It was far from perfect but it was them. 

She came to a halt in front of him, a soft tender tugged at his lips, the gentle glow of the setting sun drew soft shadows on his rugged face. “F/N.”, he murmured, voice just as soft as his eyes. “Logan.”, Her face mirrored his and his heart skipped a beat. She looked exhausted and yet she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his way too long life. 

He cleared his throat, not quite sure where to start now that she was standing in front of him. He felt stupid all of a sudden, what the hell was he doing? Was was he thinking???

“I uhm wanted to look up wedding vows but my phone's dead so…”, He paused. 

“He had to pull it out of his ass.”, Laura helpfully added, and F/N couldn't help but chuckle softly, the first chuckle since Charles had died, Logan noted. 

“So…uhm yeah I- we had to improvise and I don't have another ring so uhm just imagine the ring exchange part…”, He cleared his throat again. Logan wasn't one to easily become nervous but right now he definitely was. He also hadn't had a drink since morning so that was probably another reason. 

Laura nodded, she had put on her little sunglasses for this for whatever reason. “You wanna marry her?”, She asked curtly. And F/N couldn't help but think about how Laura probably had never heard of weddings before, let alone knew what the ceremony looked like. 

Logan nodded softly, “Yes, I want to.” His voice was rough yet filled with a tenderness that was reserved for F/N alone. 

Laura nodded, sunglasses bobbing on her nose. She turned to F/N: “You want to marry the old mean man?” It was clear that Laura wasn't exactly saying what she and Logan probably had discussed earlier, that she was going off script, but Logan didn't say anything, simply giving her a look.

F/N hummed and nodded, E/C eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. “I want to.” Laura nodded reverently, as if she was taking this very seriously: “Kiss. Kiss. Bésalo ahora” she exclaimed and Logan and F/N didn't need to be told twice as they fell into each other's arms. 

Their lips connected in a short yet loving kiss. Logan cupped her face, stroking his rough thumb over her cheek. “My wife”, He murmured, eyes filled with hope that F/N had thought was long gone and buried. “My husband”, Her voice mirrored her exhausted face but her eyes were filled with adoration. 

Maybe things would be alright. Of course both of them knew that they weren't technically married. That it was all just a farce. They had made a silent agreement to simply let it be. Who had even made the rules about what was marriage. 

Till death do us part, F/N thought.

Hand in hand they walked out of the church, with Laura throwing scratchy flowers at their heads. F/N felt absolutely exhausted and in the back of her mind played the memory of Charles’ death in a dreadful loop and yet in this very moment she couldn't help but smile. A genuine smile, laced with sorry and loss but a smile nonetheless.

[somepunaboutspace]

Ding ding ding, Metta redesign again (last time hopefully)

Before you ask, he does have his goofy ass tail ribbon things, I could NOT be bothered-

Extra human ver under cut

This isn't as much as a general redesign as it is a fic-specific design. Himb

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[gemini-queen42]

Batb: Other Than Human - Themes stuff (& why I Called It That)

That's right folks, the self-indulgent "throwing any concept I like at the wall and haphazardly mixing together what sticks" au rewrite Thing has Actual Themes! That kind of happened accidentally but they are so real for that so let's get into it.

The Main Narratives Themes Trio of the story now all also embody expanded themes about being an "Other", when being a person is not enough to be properly considered human- more specifically of a neurodivergent/queer girlhood type flavor.

Summary is that it's called "Other Than Human" because the prominent theming is about being considered something other than human due to not fitting the mold of the 'norm'.

[This is a long one so details & specific character stuff are under the cut<3]

Amalure has the greatest departure from her original counterparts thematic placing, so we'll start with her. Amalure retains Gaston's social standing, reputation, etc. But it's of course not quite the same- because she is a woman, and she is not revered for being the picture of ideal womanhood/femininity. Instead, she excels in masculinity, but remains firm that she is and always will be a woman. So, to justify the desire & awe people have for her, they dehumanize her: She doesn't need to follow the Rules because she is outside of them. Amalure is not a person: she is a symbol, a figure, an object. A legend, a folksong, a modern myth. Her skills are not skills they are blessings, inherent, a mundane magic or supernatural. Despite having grown up in Villeneuve for her entire life, she is considered exotic, and is practically, if not actually, fetishized. And through all of this, the status quo and social order gets to be retained without question, and she gets to exist as the exception that proves the rule, rather than the Undesirable that she'd be marked as otherwise.

Amalure is fine with this, because this dehumanization is her status quo: She doesn't really view herself as a person either, she is defined by her relationship to other people, by who she is to them. Amalure has never been a person to anybody: Growing up she was never just a girl, never just Amalure: She was a girl with a mans brain, an embodiment of her fathers greatest achievements, an embodiment of her mothers worst mistakes, she is her fathers daughter or her mothers daughter, but not her own. (and she never both, it is either or, mother or father, never both, never parents.)

Princess Eve/The Beast is the other end of this, of operating through her dehumanization. Upon being cursed, she adheres to what societies have oft wanted to happen to their Undesirables: Hide away and never be seen by the public again. It is entirely self-inflicted, as most of her suffering truly is. She operates not through others dehumanizing view of her, but her dehumanizing view of herself and its warping of how she believes others view her. Because, well, the servants still view her as a person. I mean, they're still human- under the new object forms. And the separation of humanity that is easy to slip into on matters of royalty is awfully minimal as well; they watched her grow up, and she grew up among them.

The girl's bratty, spoiled, temperamental, and is a ball of horrid consequences of the shallow views and ideals learned from surrounding nobility. But she's also the girl that fell asleep listening to Cogsworth explain the many technicalities to managing servants; because she was stubborn in asserting her authority as the mistress of the castle, and thus she Must have say over its goings ons. But the majordomo's voice can be awfully soothing when he's not high-strung on anxiety, and it's hard to pay attention when you don't understand what's being discussed, so its all going in one ear and out the other. And She's Lumiere's 'Evie', who was so amused when Lumiere would draw on a little mustache when dancing the male roles so the princess could learn some duo dances, or because she didn't look very "waiter-like" (because Eve wasn't entirely sure what a maître d' did, but it seemed to have something to do with waiters), and who got annoyed every time the dance teacher/maître d' would warn her not to hurt her body in her pursuits, because it seemed so silly, why would anyone do that? And she's the girl who dragged Mrs. Potts to have tea with her, because she made the best tea and as princess she would have only the best; and if you're going to have tea you may as well have a tea party, and you can't really have a party of one, but two isn't much of a party either so she's going to drag Babette away from her duties too, since the maid was so elegant and thus would be perfect.

Honestly, the girl probably would've turned out fine if she was raised by just the servants. But they weren't the only forces in her life: she's a princess, so she's got to host and interact with important people and learn how to Be noble which isn't something any of the servants can teach her. And it is under the pressures and eyes of nobility, is in mixing and learning their social rules, that learns the lessons that will lead to her curse: That to be considered human and treated as such, one must look human. And to be such as a woman meant to look beautiful, like the ideal. As a woman, to be worthy is to be beautiful and vice versa. And even if she does not, she must have some way to serve men. Otherwise, she is nothing. Eve met these requirements well, and where she did not yet her authority as princess covered. So when a beggar woman is at her doorstep, the princess turns her away: because she is old, ugly, so long past her 'prime'- there is no worth to her anymore. There is no point caring for her future.

Helene stands as both the middle ground and inverse to the other two. She is an Other by virtue of her mind, she is Objectifiable by virtue of her beauty. She sits on the precipice between Undesirable and Desired, seeming nearly apathetic to where she lands despite popular encouragement to embrace or smother aspects of herself. Helene is quite sure she's a person like anyone else, thank you, and is frankly frustrated and a bit weirded out that others seem to have a hard time getting the memo- she doesn't like or want to assume the worst, though, so maybe she just missed another confusing untold social rule or something. I mean, the local triplets really do seem to be advising in good faith- they really do think of her as one of them to an extent (for reasons Helene is yet to know); they just don't understand her.

When Amalure pursues her, there's an unspoken aspect to the deal of marriage she proposes: Helene will get a secured place on the in of the community, a secure standing the promises people no longer questioning or trying to encourage her to no longer be herself. But Helene just isn't interested in Amalure like that, and she also sees what the real trade-off of that security is; that uncomfortable dehumanization that is exactly what Helene doesn't want to deal with anymore. If Amalure is fine living with it than she is free to do as she pleases, but the huntress doesn't seem to understand what Helene could possibly have a problem with- and it's not like they can discuss it, because it's unspoken, and you're not supposed to speak the unspoken things, because they're unspoken for a reason- even if you don't know what that reason is. Helene knows that rule, at least.

When Helene meets the Beast, she regards her as she does any other. It's plain as day that the Beast has a humanity to her, whether she's really "human" or not- she thinks and she feels, and that's enough for Helene.

Because Helene grew up raised by a single dad who she got most of her brain workings from, and he is a man of compassion and science. Off he'd send his beloved daughter to go and question and figure out the world for herself, to experiment and learn and become whatever she desires. Off to bed he'd send her to tell her fairy tales and have their lessons of love and compassion and humanity understood as she drifted off to sleep. Helene was never Odd with her father, never Other, in fact they were so easily two of a kind. It was so jarring, hearing people imply Tyndare less than sane; his logic paths were so easy to follow- but apparently his voice gruffs enough that others have a hard time understanding what he's saying sometimes, so that's where things seem to get lost in translation she guesses. People became jarring in other ways as she grew up too, because suddenly there seemed to be lots of social things she was supposed to know or be but didn't and wasn't, and it became very apparent very quickly that she was an Other among her village.

Overall: Eve & Helene get to go through these themes through the main plot, and post curse-breaking is when Eve gets to properly deal with the internalized issues and whatnot. Like she's learned beauty doesn't matter when it comes to love, and shouldn't decide whether or not someone should be cared about, and Helene loves her despite her having been beastly and despite her being a failure of a woman- (because she no longer fits the feminine ideal after the curse is broken, and frankly she never will again.) But she's still a Failure Of A Woman and Helene deserves Better Than That! So there's still work to do.

Amalure remains static on this aspect of the narrative until after the battle at the castle, where she does survive! .. barely. and it's later, in an argument with her mother that same night, bleeding out on the kitchen floor, when she asserts that she's her daughter too, not just her fathers. she has always been her daughter, always will be, she is the daughter of both of them, because that's not something that just switches or turns on and off- and it's an entire rant that I will not recite here, but the important part is the assertion that she is, always has been, always will be, the daughter of both her parents at once- that's the first little step for her arc of recognizing her own individual personhood and whatnot.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive been unhealthily fixated on kubosai for the past few weeks, i just have no idea how to put it into words. kuboyasu aren and saiki kusuo are in love btw

[actual-corpse]

Saw a YT vid with the title, "Fandom Can't Handle Asexuality"

You're right, they can't... Because it doesn't fucking exist to them.

[oversizedclothesdemon]

I am in a trans shitposting group on another platform. Someone posted a meme saying "society when girls dress masculinely: (man smiling) society when boys dress femininely: (man frowning, contrast increased and lighting darkened)" and that already was off-putting because society absolutely does not like it when girls dress masculine, because society doesn't like it when people step out of gender roles *at all*; I looked in the comments to see if anyone had pointed it out--

--And there was this woman who was going to pretty much any comment pointing this out and yelling at them for it, denying trans men's experiences with transmisogyny (and I'm pretty sure misogyny in general) and claiming it was exclusive to trans women only; then claiming that anyone pointing out the issue with those statements were attacking her for being a trans woman and were being transmisogynistic.

She also made two regular comments about how people were attacking her for "voicing her opinion."

The kicker (painful) was

it wasn't even her post !!!

Nobody else but her was instigating anything either she was the one starting shit on other people's comments and being snarky even when the comments were just passive statements and not even directed at the OP it was horrible.

[montygatorguy]

idk if anyone else has experienced this but ive seen some older stex fans complaining about the newer fans who found the show through the revival like “oh they dont know how to act they just don’t respect the show” but honestly is think these older fans like this are the ones who don’t know how to act cause sometimes they’re just really mean for no reason. like some people just talk about how much they hate the revival and i completely understand not liking it but dont go around and be rude to people who enjoy it. ALSO why are you complaining about new people joining your fandom 😭 this is a forty year old musical. if you dont like people in a fandom you can just block them but why are you complaining about new people engaging with a piece of media

[reblog-house]

I hate it here

[your-lovely-ghost]

Day three of holding everyone’s laundry hostage until my father takes a shower.

The last of my father’s beloved white socks have fallen to the filth. There is little hope, and even less in terms of rest. The battle is ongoing, and it feels often that I am fighting alone. Morale is low; my ally in this conflict, mother, is injured. I long for the days when I can rest. When this war will cease, and all will be clean again. The dishes done, the people bathed, the laundry washed and folded. Alas. We know the struggle will never end.

I am Sisyphus, and my father’s horrid stench and apathy are forever my boulder.

My father is a war profiteer, and I am a hapless young recruit greeting a doomed mission.

Last shower date: December 25th, 2023

[voulezloux]

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[anirudhpisharody]

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[orcelito]

So yeah I don't think I'm gonna manage ITNL update tonight. Too tired for writing brain. But I'm gonna keep working at it. Maybe tomorrow, if I'm lucky. If not then, then Monday.

The good news is I have Three days off next week (decadent!) So I'm gonna have more time for. Things.

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

I like how I didn't even like Drayton that much at first but just. One day. Randomly. I realized "oh shit actually he's just like me fr" and I've been so obsessed ever since like HE'S ACTUALLY ME. ACTUALLY. FJSJDJWJDK