Tumblr keeps cutting off my blog description. The name's Raptor, gender is Some Sort of little Dirt Gremlin, occupation is artist and part-time cryptid (which is basically the same thing anyway lbr). They/them pronouns. Bizarre, but charming. Kind of like a normal human, only weirder and worse. please read my BYF
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i need you guys to understand that it is completely possible and encouraged for transmascs to talk about their oppression while also not maintaining that misandry is a real axis of oppression (because it's not) and if you get mad at transfem bloggers for pointing this out you do sound like a whiny MRA. i feel like im going a little bit crazy every time i see people attribute forms of oppression to misandry like it's 2024 not 2014 why is this so hard to understand
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WAIT
WAIT
I GET PIXEL ART MONEY TODAY
I CAN BUY A LITTLE TREAT!!!!
I've had a real fucking long day and my shoes are squelchy wet and I Don't Even Have Enough Money for a little treat. Do you guys think I'm gonna pull through
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I've had a real fucking long day and my shoes are squelchy wet and I Don't Even Have Enough Money for a little treat. Do you guys think I'm gonna pull through
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#i name the area rather than a nearby town#sometimes I say the largest recognizable town but that's bc I was born there#although i grew up somewhere else#depends on why I sort of assume they're asking#like if it's the dialect im like [big city] but if it's about my Life I'm like [countryside region of country]
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Related to the discussion of racism and antiblackness in fanbase, art, or general social spaces, I think something a lot of white people really need to consider and confront is our feeling of entitlement to comfort, and having a choice to prioritize that comfort over paying attention to and saying something about the racism around you.
Because when the topic of having “safe” fun and comfortable spaces that are separate from spaces where you have to engage with these things and actively learn comes up, who does that separation get to exist for? And who doesn’t get the option to exist in a space that is exclusively the former with none of the latter?
You have to ask yourself, do you value the comfort you get by metaphorically putting earplugs in and blinders on, more than the safety others do not get to experience because of the things you ignore? Because we live in a world where the established norm is for that comfort to be valued over others safety, and if you can’t confront that you can’t begin to unlearn it.
Not saying anything new here ik, and it got a bit rambly sorry, but I was just thinking about it with this conversation.
Hm! Indeed.
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wake again after rest
#;;;;;;;;_;;;;;;;;; I LOVE YOU WASPS...!!!!!#bugs tag#feelings tag#nature tag#wasps tag#comics#bugs cw#parasites cw
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awesome. we have a beetle problem
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Constantly getting posts on my dash telling me to "stop doomscrolling", very presumptuous of you people I'm literally just looking at bugs
#wawa#yeah I've been really busy (looking at pictures of baby goats) just real busy with work meetings (looking at pictures of baby goats)#obviously I'm keeping up but like. I'm on tumblr to look at bugs. ok.
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Oy! I dropped a lesson back on the 3rd that I'd really appreciate a natural boost on!
Apparently talking about violence towards Blackness is something Tumblr is trying to dodge... But we should eradicate that chosen ignorance.
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A 22 yr old in my org got drunk tuesday night and kinda shit on the fact that I'm running a community cleanup for our chapter. Said something along the lines of "i didn't join up to pick trash." Which really bothers me and it took me a while to figure out why. The whole point of the community cleanup is that we're returning to the neighborhoods where we knocked doors for A4 to help clean up their streets and provide material improvement for free in an effort to build inroads with those neighbors.
Like... if your socialism doesn't include picking uo trash, I'm guessing it also doesn't include doing the dishes, babysitting, or anything else that is important but not prestigious. Idk man, fuck off with that shit. You'll pick up trash and you'll like it until you understand why picking up trash isn't anyone's job but your own. I hate that attitude. If helping and doing activism was always fun and visible and impressive, everyone you know would already be doing it.
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Had me a whole little morbid slapstick routine going on today during an assessment of the apartment I'm trying to sell
I cut my finger on a sharp knife cutting onions yesterday. Small wound, bleeds a bit much, got bandaged right away, not a problem, it happens. This will be relevant later.
So the apartment is a bit of a mess because it's an old thing that needs maintenance that I, disabled, on benefits, have not been able to provide. One of these things is that a window is missing a latch for being held open, so I've improvised with a loop of string. And I was opening that window to let a bit of fresh air in and looking at the string and being like, man, that doesn't look so good, huh. But eh, it's not worse than the other stuff, it's fine, I don't want the wind to grab the window and slam it this way and that, I'll leave it. And then I reach to open the window, and somehow, I think through the power of my nail on my thumb, I cut my wound open and I bleed on it. I bleed on the string.
This now looks like a horror movie prop, I'm removing the string.
First things first tho, we gotta wash the wound and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. I do that, no problem, I can easily press my thumb over the wound. Like so 🤌
The doorbell rings. It's the assessment guy.
I let them in while still holding my hand like so 🤌
I rush to remove the blood-crusted piece of yarn tied to my window
I'm now holding a piece of blood-crusted yarn in one hand (still somewhat wet) while my other hand is held like so 🤌
I make polite smalltalk and give them the info they need. I've already moved out of the apartment, and the cleaning crew my mom hired not-exactly-with-my-explicit-consent (that's a talk for another day) have removed everything in the apartment. There is no trash to throw the bloodied string into. I just have this thing in my hand.
After a few minutes, I'm like, ok, probably safe to stop pressing against the wound now! I can stop walking around like I'm trying to discreetly meme this man. You remember the meme where you're like 👌 upside down, I never understood that one but that's how I was walking around.
So i try to un-🤌 my hand.
My fingers are stuck. My fingers are stuck together. I'm applying a decent amount of force but the blood has dried and my fingers are stuck together. I'm sure i could unstick them if i really tried but it's one of those shallow kind of angled cuts where a thin layer of skin is sitting on top of an open gash like a lid, and I'm not confident that the coagulated blood that's between my fingertips is going to give before the coagulated blood holding the cut closed does. Still I try a little more for good measure.
The assessor asks me when the new dishwasher was installed. That would be last year, I say, hiding my looney tunes stuck together 🤌-hand at my side.
I did eventually manage to get to the sink and gently rinse my fingers until they got unstuck without the use of violence while the assessor was in another room and they either didn't notice or was polite enough to not say anything.
We get the assessment done. I'm still holding a piece of blood-splattered yarn.
Who knew a few drops of blood equal in size to approximately two lentils could cause so much trouble.
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Microsoft Office, like many companies in recent months, has slyly turned on an “opt-out” feature that scrapes your Word and Excel documents to train its internal AI systems. This setting is turned on by default, and you have to manually uncheck a box in order to opt out.
If you are a writer who uses MS Word to write any proprietary content (blog posts, novels, or any work you intend to protect with copyright and/or sell), you’re going to want to turn this feature off immediately.How to Turn off Word’s AI Access To Your Content
I won’t beat around the bush. Microsoft Office doesn’t make it easy to opt out of this new AI privacy agreement, as the feature is hidden through a series of popup menus in your settings:On a Windows computer, follow these steps to turn off “Connected Experiences”:
File > Options > Trust Center > Trust Center Settings > Privacy Options > Privacy Settings > Optional Connected Experiences > Uncheck box: “Turn on optional connected experiences”
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Putting my political cap on, though, since that situation this morning made a good example: hey white folks, y'all wanna know a secret hack? A surefire way of making your allyship to your peers of color more trustworthy in spaces where you want it to be known but don't want to feel like you're bragging about it?
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What do you MEAN just because I'm flaky and inconsistent and constantly jumping ship on interests and styles and mediums and platforms and generally fatigued and unable to commit to anything, I can't build an audience for my little jester dances? Isn't being charming and quirky enough for people??
I really wonder what I did in a past life to end up as a little funny jester boy who cannot keep an audience to save its life. This is some greek mythos level punishment shit.
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okay i made another quiz but this time it’s which monster you’ll get to hook up with. reblog with your result!!
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