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everyone trying to own trump about the "he doesn't know sex isn't determined at conception" thing really fundamentally does not understand what the point of that was, and learned basically nothing from his first term. he is not invested in scienve, biology, or any rational discussion where his provably false beliefs would be subject to scrutiny. he is signaling to everyone in the country that it does not matter what you say, he will never care and he will take every action to enforce these views and embolden his followers with the same rhetoric. you cannot logically talk to a person like this when they are reasoning with emotion, not logic. you cannot dunk the transphobia away. someone post the vonnegut quote.

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it's crazy that you used to be able to look up specific clips from a tv show on youtube. now regardless of your search terms you get 6 unrelated promo reels from the show's official account, 6 unrelated clips of literally anything else youtube thinks you might click on, 6 unrelated promo reels from the network's official account, 6 more completely arbitrary recommendations, 6 show trailers and publicity videos of the actors by content mills called 'pop glutton' and 'comedy chunk' and finally raw gameplay footage of a mobile freemium slots game and a video essay called Liberals Can't Belive It: 10 Times Hitler Was Shockingly Woke

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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Source: Lesbians On The Loose ( October 1994 • Issue 58 • Vol 4 No 10)

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Source: Lesbians On The Loose ( October 1994 • Issue 58 • Vol 4 No 10)

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Source: butch/femme; Inside Lesbian Gender - editor Sally R. Munt , photo editor Cherry Smyth

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:-)

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I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

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Murph's characters always end up as my faves. I didn't fully render because! I was tired :)

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hi yes hello what the fuck is metrosexual lmfao

It's hard to explain to zoomers just how insanely homophobic the early 2000s were. If you were male, and like, washed your hair regularly, people would call you a faggot.

So, dudes who washed their hair and wore button ups developed the term "metrosexual" which meant "I care about my appearance but I am attracted to women and don't have sex with men."

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I really want to read a hardcore stereotypical werewolf story where it’s the Alpha’s POV. He’s a huge muscles testosterone driven beast of a wolf man and then this new girl joins the pack and he just knows she’s The One, His Perfect Mate. He tries barreling toward her with all of his dominant power and just gets a flat no.

His Alpha powers don’t work on her. They clash repeatedly but each time he tries to push it she drops him. At first he thinks her belligerence is just to get him to try harder but he’s never good enough. He is confused, bewildered, but wildly in love. Maybe she’s the true alpha?

He then starts deferring to her all the time and she’s like, whatever, okay. He hangs around her a bunch and they slowly form a friendship when he stops all his mind games.

Then she says she’s gonna leave and he loses it. He confesses all his heartfelt longing and desire and his masculinity and power is undone by her. That she can be the new Alpha if only she’ll stay with him forever.

And she’s just like, “Uh, you know I’m gay, right? I’m leaving for a few weeks to help my girlfriend move down here, she’s been away at school. And you know actual wolf pack structures have leaders, not a tyrant, right? Anyway, see you in a few weeks dude.”

And the sequel can be all the same events from her POV, just getting constantly harassed by this huge dorky bully. She calls her girlfriend all the time and they laugh about his latest bullshit.

Her girlfriend comes to visit for spring break while he wallows for a whole week in a depressive state after the resounding smack down he received for trying to push her against a building. He emerges from seclusion just after the girlfriend heads back and doesn’t even realize.

At one point someone else asks her, “Why don’t you tell him?” And she just stares them down and says, “Because no is a complete sentence.”

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Credits: Moakley

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Reblog if you're a cuddler.

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Technically, they're only called "Rabbits" when they're still beneath the earth's crust. Once they erupt (from their burrows), the proper term is "Bunnies".

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thinking about that one wordless calvin and hobbes sunday strip thats just calvins dad ditching his work to go play in the snow... its going to make me cry

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itt ergonomic keyboard