over christmas when i came out fully to my mom she did tell me i was beautiful and gave me some of her old jewelry and told me she was excited to have another daughter and that was all wonderful, but the part that meant the most to me was when i told her "i want to get my facial hair taken care of sooner than later, the whole "girl" thing is a lot easier to swallow when im shaved" and she examined my use of the phrase "it's a lot easier to swallow" and said "Scout, I didn't have a good relationship with my mother. you know that." (i did know that, my grandma was NOT good to my mother) "but your grandma kim [friend of my grandma's, unrelated by blood in any way, but was adopted as a grandma through familial osmosis] was the greatest woman who's ever been in my life. and up until the day she died, she had a beard and a moustache [which is true, my grandma kim, a cis woman, had VERY thick facial hair]. if you kept your facial hair for the rest of your life i wouldnt think of you as less of a woman" and ya know what? THAT'S the part of her support that made me cry.

my grandma kim was an amazing woman and she had peach fuzz that she didnt give a FUCK about. and everyone loved her.

you can have your own fuzz too, and that doesn't make you not a woman.

kintsugi (all my scars are golden) // prints, etc

"Christ on a cracker" well actually I think you'll find Christ is the cracker. And also the wine. But you wouldn't know that you fucking protestant heathen

I love how American Christians are so unfamiliar with their own belief system they're making this a joke about jesus being white and not a joke about transubstantiation. I'm not even Christian and I know this.

My disabilities do hold me back. And I’m tired of pretending they doesn’t.

I am learning to accept that’s okay. It’s okay if I can’t do things. It’s okay if I can’t do a lot of things. I will do what I can but never at the sacrifice of my peace or health. I am just as worthy on days I don’t get out of bed as I am on days when I’m productive. My worth never changes, even when my capabilities do.

It doesn’t look that exciting, but this linen is from the New Kingdom (ca. 1492–1473 B.C.)

Thinking about it for too long makes me feel absolutely insane.

everytime zuko goes out he leaves iroh a note that says “gone insane, back later”

When he does this at the palace Iroh just goes to the pond cause he’s always lying in the water with the turtleducks

in full fire lord regalia just absolutely submerged in the pond

Zuko just out there with the turtleducks vibing like

leave me alone uncle, im vibing

thank you so much for illustrating exactly what went through my head when i made this post

if Candice has a picture phone why did she never just take a photo of what phineas and ferb were doing and text it to her mom

if she did this doofenshmirtz would just be like you see perry the platypus i sold my old computer at the pawn shop but i forgot to delete all those embarrassing photos from the christmas party, which is why i’ve invented the pixel-replacinator! and then as candace is going to text her mom the photo the phone gets hit with the beam and she looks down and she’s just texted her mom a photo of doofenshmirtz in a sexy elf costume or smth. candace can never fucking win the universe bends to facilitate her psychological torment

You’re telling me this isn’t already the plot to an episode ‘cause I could’ve sworn

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

A couple ditto lava lamps.

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

shit the western media won't show you

We were all taught in school that if something like this happens within our lifetimes, it is of the utmost importance that we call it out and don't just go along with it or look away

now theyre like "oops, we didnt mean it"