I honestly have no clue what I'm doing

I still occasionally get the sir uh no ma’am no sorry sir comments almost 6 years on T and a lot of people don’t get why that happens to me but what people don’t get is that most people out in the world aren’t like expecting to see trans people so if they catch sight of my bra line under my shirt or hear me talk slightly high pitched something short circuits in their brain as they try to rationalize that with the rest of my appearance.

I mean I pass the vast majority of the time. Even without binding or packing. But sometimes you’re gonna cause a little short circuit. And you know what? Usually the other person is the one embarrassed in that situation. Not you. For the most part with strangers what gender they think you are isn’t your problem. If you act like your gender should be obvious to them then they’re the ones who will be flustered. Not you.

Make a confused and slightly judgmental face at them or correct them like uh, sir like it’s obvious when they misgender you and that’ll take care of a lot of your problems, I’ve found.

A lot of the way to combat getting misgendered around normies and conservatives is just to act like they’re stupid for thinking you’d be anything other than what you are. There’s mannish looking women and womanly looking men out there and everybody knows that and if they make wrong assumptions about you that’s egg on their face. Like asking a fat person when the baby’s due. The embarrassment in that situation lies on the person asking that question. Not the fat person.

The same principle applies to when a stranger misgenders you. If you act like it’s obvious and you’re confused why they’d think you’re the wrong gender then the crowd is more likely to be with you.

Also if a stranger ever walks up to you and asks if you’re a man or woman you’re within your rights to say “What kind of question is that?” or “Why’s that your business?” and walk away from them.

STOP no more live-action remakes. We're going the other way now. Animated Casablanca. Animated The Godfather. Animated Oppenheimer. Animated Fight Club.

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.

Let OP talk, they’re absolutely right.

to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be

Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley?  I guess so. But why do I have to know if you’re going to be with me? I’ll be with you. Even if you can’t see me. What do you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.

The Land Before Time(1988) dir. Don Bluth

#Children’s media used to be about making you feel the entire depth and breadth of the human emotional spectrum#All while your 7 y/o brain struggled to make sense of if all. But it was like an emotional vaccine#Comprehending loss at that age didn’t make it any easier to bear with age. But atleast it was familiar (conserving these tags by @jonairadreaming because yes)

Unpopular opinion, but you can acknowledge that certain events are tragic and feel compassionate sympathy for those involved while simultaneously knowing that unless there is something you can do that will directly, tangibly help the victims, it’s really not your business and there is no point in you worrying about it, letting it effect your mental health and arguing about it with strangers on the internet. The attitude of “don’t worry about it and mind your own business” might seem callous in today’s culture, but we were never meant to carry the weight of all of the world’s myriad tragedies.

If there is something I can do, I want to do it. I will always pray for the victims of tragedy. But if there’s nothing else I can physically do aside from be outraged across the globe, that’s not helping. That’s performing.

Seriously, I think this is a big hole in a secular society. If you take away prayer - an opportunity to acknowledge pain you can't do anything about, and give it to Someone who can, then release your emotional attachment, knowing it's in the hands of the infinitely compassionate and righteous Almighty - then what are you filling that space with? Hollow fury and endless anxiety over what's far beyond your control? Performative activism that boils down to "whoever's more emotionally wrung out over the greatest variety of injustice and tragedy is the better person"? Or callous ignorance and a fruitless attempt to not let the sharp edges of this world touch you at all?

Your time is almost always better spent serving the people around then doom scrolling the world's tragedies. Your kids, your parents, volunteering at your local soup kitchen. You cannot save the whole world, but you can help the people around you in a deeper way.

Things to bring back in books:

Some excellent additions from the notes:

the problem with being creative is that you start to feel very guilty when you haven’t created anything in a while

do you get upset when a field isn't ready for harvest at all times? your seeds are doing mysterious things in the dirt. but you have to leave them hidden in the dirt or they won't grow

Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

god i love making animatics in my head i wish drawing was real

During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.

Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.

I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.

When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.

So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.

poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they “need”.

My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as well.

“Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses.”

“I think I’m trying to make a point about something but I’m not sure”

Yeah you are.

You’re trying to show that saying ‘someone else’s fiction isn’t able to harm you’ is wrong, actually, look, it harmed you! when in actuality, you just harmed yourself.

I am fascinated to see what your comment to the author was.

“Hi, I read the warnings for this fic, then read the fic and it triggered me for some reason and caused a month long a psychotic episode, and then I read your fic again on purpose, knowing that it triggered me before, and gave myself a panic attack, and you know I’m obliged to tell you this, next time can you just change half of your fic and give it a happy ending so I won’t trigger myself, thanks”

No one needs to read that on a work they put time and effort into.

I was reading a fic that involved a medical procedure that gave me a panic attack out of nowhere, but that wasn’t on the author. That was a me problem.

It’s a me problem that is so far divorced from the author and what they wrote that telling them about it would be cruel.

And that was a me problem that I didn’t even know I had until that point - I can’t imagine =knowing= that I’m about to read something that would trigger me and STILL blaming the author and their fic.

No one needs to read

that on a work they put time

and effort into.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

La virgen...

A wizard in real life

THIS IS WHY CLOWN MAGIC IS REAL MAGIC AND SHOULD BE TAUGHT AT THE WIZARD COLLEGES LIKE EVERY OTHER CLASS INCLUDING NECROMANCY @wizard-council-bureaucrat

WE ARE NOT LETTING THE CLOWNS INTO THE WIZARD COLLEGES. DO YOU WANT THEM CROSS-TRAINING IN NECROMANCY? AGAIN?

god forbid clowns do anything 🙄

“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.

Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.

These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”

from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’

—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015

One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.

Mind how you go.

if tumblr explodes you can address a letter to my url and place it in any hollow log. to be clear i will not receive it. but it is an action you can take