One thing that's likely not visible to all younger queers is that little kids shows have gotten radically queerer in the last 10 years.

I'm not just talking about Owl House, Kippo etc, much as I love them.

I mean like stuff for kindergardners.

Characters in Strawberry Shortcake and Superhero Girls and more have gay parents just unremarkably in the background. That was unthinkable 15 years ago.

But the thing that shocks me utterly is the casual inclusion of nonbinary characters.

Dee and Friends in Oz, Polly Pocket, Craig of the Creek...it seems like half the shows my daughter watches have nonbinary characters just seamlessly included. Not even a Very Special Episode. Just...here's the scarecrow in charge of scarecrow village who uses they/them pronouns that everyone just uses without comment.

I was almost 30 before I found the word nonbinary. For my kid to just grow up with this is astonishing.

Conservatives are so mad because it's INCREDIBLY hard to just put this kind of inclusion back away. Once something is normal, and clearly not causing anything bad to happen, it's hard to convince people to be scared of it.

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

False! “Sightly” is a positive word, so the default way for things to work is good as well.

The true most ordinary object is beautiful, horrible sounding, very smelly, intangible, and delicious.

I still don’t think it matches anything in existence but to truly understand a thing one must know its true nature.

"touchy" is also a word! however it's mostly used for things that aren't objects, like subjects of conversation. it either means "oversensitive and irritable" or "requires careful handling/wording, delicate"

i think the second one works well for our hypothetical object. so we can use that.

therefore, the Default Object is:

and i still cannot think of anything that matches this

behold, the default object!

Anishinaabedog! Ganawaabandamok oshki-mazina’igan enishinaabewibii’igaadeg! Gigashkitoon noondaman gakina omaa Ojibwe People’s Dictionary, adaawen o’ow mazina’igan ji-agindaman.

Check out this new book and collection of audio in Ojibwe! You can listen to the stories free at the link above, or buy the book to get the stories in English and Ojibwe.

personalized, wearable, and interactive Indigenous language revitalization robots

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AKI EZHINAAGWAK - GEOGRAPHY (IN OJIBWE)

Note: there are some features on this map that either don’t have words in Ojibwe (because they are from a geography Ojibwe people historically weren’t familiar with) or because I don’t know them. I did not make this chart, unfortunately it was on reddit with no attribution. My apologies. 

wajiw - mountain misaakwam - iceberg gakijiwan - it is a waterfall gichi-mikwam - glacier ishkodewadinaa - it is a volcano ziibiins - stream gichigami - sea boodaajiwanibiise - it is a geyser dootoogakimigaa - it is tundra zaaga’igan - lake bikwadinaa - it is a hill basadinaa - it is a valley waabishkiki - swamp wiikwed - bay waazh - cave basakamigaa - it is a canyon zaagiing - at the inlet ziibi - river desaabik - mesa baatekamigaa - it is a desert babiikwadaawangaa - there are sand dunes neyaashi - point jiigibiig - on the sohre mashkode - prairie, plains minisikaa - there is an archipelago  minis - island aazhibik - cliff mitigwaki - forest aazhawaawangaa - it is an isthmus mashkiig - marsh ziibiikaajigan - canal

Eureka Seven really said growing up is not about becoming cynical and detached it's about learning why caring is so important and optimizing the ways in which you externalize that care

literally who is doing it like gritty, icône de l'extrême gauche américaine?

@doingdathockey @ruffboijuliaburnsides OBSESSED WITH GRITTY

Fun fact: This is actually sort of a spin on a common therapeutic exercise! Imagining a childhood version of yourself experiencing your own hardships/thoughts/feelings/emotions is a highly effective way to distance yourself from your internal state, view it more objectively and approach things with more self compassion and a constructive outlook.

Anishinaabemowin LGBTQ Pride Month Vocabulary!

inawemaagan - relative (gender neutral) inawem - be related to someone wiijiiwaagan - partner (gender neutral) niijii(kiwenh) - my male friend (spoken by a man) niijiikwe - my female friend (spoken by a woman) ninjiwaam - my friend (gender neutral) wiidigemaagan - spouse (gender neutral) nindikwem - my woman, my wife ninaabem - my man, my husband eyekwe - Two-Spirit, a trans woman niizh ojichaagwan - Two-Spirit niizh manidoog - Two-Spirit naawe-nangweyaabe - Two-Spirit, ‘one who holds the center’ ikwekaazo - s/he pretends to be a woman, s/he is like a woman ininiikaazo - s/he pretends to be a man, s/he is like a man ikwewaadizi - s/he has a woman’s nature ininiiwaadizi - s/he has a man’s nature wiijikwewan gaa-misawenimaad ikwe - lesbian, wlw wiijininiiman gaa-misawenimaad inini - gay man, mlm wiijiiw - go with someone, accompany them, “go out with” someone beshwaji’ - be close with someone zaagi’ - love someone zhawenim - love someone, treasure someone mazhi - have sex with someone apiitenim - be proud of someone, hold them in high regard ishpenim - think highly of someone, respect them zhiingenim - hate someone, disapprove of someone ojiim - kiss someone giishikijiin / giishkigwen - hug somoene aabitoojin - embrace someone wiidigem - marry someone, live with someone as a partner owiijiiwaagani - s/he has a partner mazhiwe - s/he has sex bi-zaaga’am - s/he comes out (slang) zoongide’e - s/he is strong-hearted mashkawizii - s/he has internal strength ishpenimo - s/he is proud of h/ self, s/he has self-respect miigaadinoke - s/he starts a fight miigaazo - s/he fights gotaaji / zegizi - s/he is afraid gaazo - s/he hides h/ self odikwemi - s/he has a wife onaabemi - s/he has a husband jiikakamigiziwin - celebration bimaawanidim - there is a parade, they march in a parade nagweyaab - rainbow gikiwe’on - flag agwaakwa’igan - a sign posted somewhere dibishkoose - it is the anniversary minikwewigamig / ziiginigewigamig - a bar wiidigendiwin - marriage, wedding mikwendaagwad - it is remembered

Why did you give the last of your food to that poorly disguised mimic? You were finally at peace with letting go, but now this odd thing won’t leave you alone and is even turning itself into various items in an attempt to aid you.

The mimic is a young one, and you knew that from the moment you laid eyes on it. It was disguised as a crate, but the angles weren’t quite right. The corners were a little lopsided, and if you looked hard enough you could make out the creature’s mouth.

A sigh escapes you as you toss over the last of your rations, not even bothering to stand up as you do so. What’s the point? You think. I’ve been trapped in this cave for days, nobody is looking for me, and the monsters are closing in. Why should I bother even trying? I could just fall asleep now, and let this little mimic eat me too.

The thing is… it doesn’t. It eats your rations, but when you lay down and try to sleep, it doesn’t attack. You do hear it move closer, but you don’t open your eyes until you feel something nudge your hand. As you barely open your eyes, you can see that the mimic has morphed itself into a crude sword. You can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re cute, but I don’t have anything left to give you.” You don’t have anything left to give for yourself either, but you don’t say so.

The mimic doesn’t seem to take no for an answer. It becomes a dagger, then an axe, then a staff, as though it’s trying to determine what your preffered weapon is.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not working. I’m not going to pick you up and take you into some other part of this stupid cave system. Nice try, though.”

You turn away from it and attempt to sleep again. As you do so, you find yourself shivering. You really wish, as you doze off, that you had a blanket.

When you wake, much later, you’re surprised to find yourself covered with the warmest blanket you’ve ever had. You quickly sit up, eagerly hoping that someone had cone for you, but the cave is empty. When you look at the blanket, you notice the imperfect edges and the janky seam across the middle.

“…why haven’t you eaten me yet?” You ask the little mimic that’s now laying on top of you. “What’s wrong with you?”

The mimic, still in the form of the blanket, slithers off of you, but it does not respond. Instead, it begins taking the form of weapons again. When it turns into a crooked staff, you reach out, despite yourself. Your fingers wrap around it and you use it to haul your aching, injured body to your feet. “I guess there are probably nicer places to die.”

You know you won’t get far. And you don’t. Especially not without light. The mimic doesn’t seem too bothered, though. When you collapse again, it scuttles off. Perhaps this was simply where it wanted you to take it. Perhaps now you can finally succumb to your exhaustion.

Then, a few minutes later, a misshapen clay cup bumps against your hand. It’s full of water, and there’s a crack in the middle like a jagged mouth. You pick up the cup and you drink, telling yourself it’s only out of desperation. When you set the cup down, that little cracked mouth seems to smile.

This goes on for what feels like days. The mimic helps you limp along through the tunnels, transforming into whatever you may need at any given time. Every time you fall asleep, you expect not to wake up. Yet, you do, usually with a mimic blanket wrapped around you. It brings you food and water when you can.

The biggest surprise comes when one morning, you find you’re pleased to have survived another night. You’re happy to have the mimic keeping you warm. It’s a new feeling, and a confusing one, but it’s not unpleasant.

The other monsters that you know are down here seem to leave you alone for the most part. You aren’t sure why. It crosses your mind that maybe it has something to do with the mimic. Then again, maybe they’re just waiting for you to die. Death is gradually beginning to sound less and less appealing.

The day you catch a glimpse of sunlight down a long and narrow tunnel is the first day you finally feel like your old self again. Your pace quickens, and you don’t need to lean on the mimic’s staff form quite so much. The illusion shatters when you reach the light’s source. A small gap, high above. You curl up on the floor and cry. When you finally have the strength to look up again, your mimic has become a ladder.

Getting up is hard, in your state. Climbing, even more so. But the ladder is the biggest and best transformation the mimic has done so far, and if it wants you to get out, then you can’t let it down.

You feel it push up under you when you reach the gap. It helps you squeeze through, and then… freedom. Fresh air, and sunlight. You lay on your back on the stone, and you pass out.

You wake up at sunset, with a blanket draoed over you. A blanket with a jagged seam down the middle.

i still can't get over the sheer AUDACITY of iroh going to ba sing se. like did it work? yes. but ONLY because the dai li was too busy following around some bald kid looking for his dog to notice him

like i cannot emphasize enough how fucking stupid this plan was. the siege of ba sing se ended 5 years ago. people know what iroh looks like, to the point where he once got recognized by a random army captain at a hot spring and almost got his hands broken about it. and yet he rolls up to a city that has a vested interest in recognizing him and secret police force with zuko. zuko. like i could buy that no normal citizen would look at their tea shop guy and assume he was secretly an evil general, okay. but it's one thing to just be Mushi from the Tea Shop With an Unfortunate Resemblance to General Iroh, and another fucking thing entirely when Lee the Tea Server Who Looks Weirdly Similar to Prince Zuko is standing right next to him literally twenty-four seven!! like at least get different jobs hello????

every decision iroh makes is the decision of a man fully prepared to commit to the bit. will this succeed? who knows. but it will be very funny if i pull it off

oof! ouch! hang on there's something stuck in my shoe *I remove my shoe and turn it over and a small wooden structure tumbles out* well fuck. looks like someone built a little birdhouse in my sole

you're welcome fuckmaster unlimited

“whats wrong” I will never be kissed in midst of a picturesque meadow on the astral plane after my partner decided to join an alien consciousness because his love for me diminishes any possible fear of the unknown thats what