Been working too hard to quit now.

The sheer energy. The beauty of this woman. The women hugging in the background. The man in rainbow parachute pants. This whole video is art.

This is what world peace looks like

can ppl pls reblog this version

Well damn. I was also like wtf is this stupid slime tank and then I read the rest and my mind got blown

Trans people just existing is no more sexual than when cis people just exist.

#the allegory to Black boyhood Lou brought to this character is simply unmatched by any other adaptation of pinocchio. it's That Good.

This is an awesome use of what is probably a master's degree if not a doctorate and I am 100% thrilled that she shared it even though it was embarrassing and she squeaked.

Thank you, adorable scientist, for making people's lives better.

As an Australian, THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING GODSEND.

Listen, fellow trans women, I love you all, but if you think that trans men or transmascs are an oppressor class you need to log the fuck off because you are being brainpoisoned by discourse-mongers. That is a legitimately rocks for brains take

There is a HUUUUUGE gap between "transfems experience a unique intersection of oppressions which are not experienced by transmascs", which is true, "some passing trans men benefit from male privilege", which is true, "trans people are not immune to transphobic rhetoric and this can sometimes take the form of transmascs engaging in transmisogyny", which is true, and "transmascs should be treated as equivalent to cis men because trans men are men and therefore as men they are a danger to trans women" like do you see where the gigantic leap of logic comes in here?

There is something personally offensive to me about accounts that go out of their way to post about transmascs being dangerous or untrustworthy or transmisogynistic when the primary danger to trans women right now is the goddamn United States government. Like we've got people in the white house who would outlaw all HRT if given the opportunity and you're gonna post about trans men?? I don't even mean this in a "we have bigger fish to fry" sort of way I mean this is the sense that building solidarity is one of the most important things you can do when faced with a hostile government and society. It's not just that the claims being made are bullshit and transphobic it's that the whole thing feels actively self-destructive toward creating any kind of community that's of any use to anyone

make a minimum of 20 posts a day, be annoying as fuck, repeat things you said a few weeks ago, destroy your follower’s dashboards, never kill yourself

been having health issues, in a foul mood, I DEMAND YOU TELL ME A STORY whilst i languish in bed like a sickly victorian lord wasting away from consumption (as my stoic but broad-shouldered valet gently wipes the sweat from my trembling brow)

i used to work at a Dollar General, and whenever we had stuff going on clearance we'd break out this long plastic table and set it up by the door. it was set up in such a way that a lot of people missed it walking in but took a little peek at it as they walked out. during one such clearance event a couple of elderly women came through my line to be checked out, as i'm bagging their items one of them noticed the clearance table. she was three apples tall and wearing a little floral dress and made the cutest little old lady sound when she saw the sale, "oooh ho ho! don't mind if i do," she said as she ambled over to the table, leaving her partner in groceries there to finish checking out. the woman in front of me was taller, and looked like she was strong all her life and could still probably throw down if she wanted. she watched her floral counterpart wander to the clearance table and said, "just can't take her anywhere," wholly exasperated, and then added, "but i do. she's my best friend, you know." and because small talk is part of the customer service gig, i asked if they'd been friends for a while, to which she replied, "we've been living together for thirty years." she was still watching her friend at the table while i bagged her stuff, and at this point she was smiling, reminiscing, i guess, "there isn't anyone i'd rather spend the rest of my life with," she said, "i'm so glad i got rid of my husband." and i was only half invested in this conversation since i was still scanning and bagging items, but that had me absolutely locked in. out of curiosity, i asked if she was divorced. singular beat of silence. "no." which had its implications, so i simply noted that it was probably a good riddance, and she happily agreed. she never outright admitted anything to me, of course, but yeah. that's the story of the elder lesbian who came to my store and admitted to the probable murder of her husband so she could live with her girlfriend.