Sup y'all! Welcome to the blog! The name's Neo! A little about me: I use he/she/they pronouns! I'm 22, ace and queer, mexican american, anything else you're curious about you can ask me! Also the host of a system, so you'll find some others folks posting from time to time Icon is my own art and the backdrop is from Peter Jenkins of NASA
Sup everyone! Doing a little bit of a re-brand, so consider this a bit of an introduction post!
First off, names changed from catboy-hal to cosmicskittlez
Also real quick changing pfp! The new picture is of Neo (I'm the fusion of Hex and Skittles)
Also, this blog isn't just for me anymore! The system mates up in here have a taken a liking to this here webbed-site so they'll be posting on here too pretty often! Tags for posts from us will go as such-
Skittles and Hex's old posts are under #rambles and #hex talks respectively, Agoti is #surprise its agoti, Tabi is #tabi, and we'll be sure to update with others should they get em!
As for sideblogs, so far only one alters got one! Ruv's is @itsruv .
But that's all for now, cya all and happy blogging!
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Examples of being strange about plural identities:
Treating fictives like they're your blorbo as opposed to a whole guy.
Deciding for yourself how a fictive or factive should relate to their source, if you think fictives & factives *must* be different from their source in some amount, you are not normal about plural identities. If you make moral judgements on an introject for the contents of their source material, you are not normal about plural identities.
Looking at spiritual aspects of plurality with undue skepticism and doubt when they don't apply to you.
Talking down to a fictive or factive for having a "problematic" source, and assuming that everyone gets to pick exactly who they are.
Refusing to use everyone's individual name when asked, or only recognizing one person in the collective.
Gatekeeping and fakeclaiming. You're not normal about plural identities if you insist all plural people need to have trauma. You're not normal about plural identities if you think someone has "too many alters" or perceive their conversation as "roleplaying".
Dictating what someone is or is not able to experience based on your personal understanding of their history.
Reacting to someone's plurality by imagining and feeling sorry for the trauma you assume they went through.
Finding the idea of plurality scary. Even past the evil alter stuff, if you think someone switching without you noticing is frightening, you are not normal about plural people. If you read or watch horror based around a killer with DID or a tulpa who kills its creator, you are probably not very normal about plural identities.
Any "eww" or "cringe" reaction to someone talking about themselves.
Dismissing experiences because you personally don't view them as valid or real.
"unalive" should just mean the opposite of undead. if undead means a dead thing thats alive, unalive shuld mean an alive things thats dead. no i dont have any examples. ☝️yet
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the one thing I really liked about the phm fandom (the like, month, it lasted. “It” being respecting non-partnering aspecs) is that the character widely headcanoned as aroace was not, in fact, the stoic and closed off one. It wasn’t the “emotionless”, distant, strict person. It wasn’t Eva Stratt.
it was the bubbly one. It was Ryland goddamn Grace, the man who felt with his whole chest, the man who wore his heart on his sleeve, the one who cries his eyes out on-screen multiple times. He feels openly and freely. And he is still aroace.
The few times I encounter aroace headcanons it’s usually the characters like Eva. Nothing wrong with those people being aro, but that’s almost all that there is in fan content. Being aroace isn’t a personality. It’s an orientation. And anyone of any orientation can have any personality. And finally, finally, I get to see it.
omg yay i get to put someone underwater like in those discourse posts i always see!! (do NOT fucking go harass this person or i will personally eat your hands)
now because sometimes i like having a conversation i decided to reply
"you don't know what transmisogyny is" oh honey
the link i gave her with Julia Serano on the acronyms:
also, i got blocked after providing this source! the exact writer these people LOVE to throw around!
unsurprisingly, people's willful bigotry and ignorance is truly boundless
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Oh 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂! You didn’t tell me you had a beast in your home. You’ve got a little goggyee. Eh- BOGGY. A poopy dog. A buppy- a little 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 ƊOƐGGУ. I’ve never seen a reell dog before! We only have Lego® Dogs on Lego® Island. 𝒪𝒽! Oh FUCK! Oh fuck nooo! This red bastard’s got teeth! Sharp teethh. He’s going to tear me into little Lego® pieces. I’ve never been so scared in my life! WHAT THE FUCK this is like a jumpscare from Five Fuckers at Uncle Festers. GET ME THE 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂 OUT OF HERE!
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
You get home from work. Finally. The sun's already set outside your apartment window. At least your apartment has a window.
You discard most of your work uniform in the corner with the other laundry and click on the TV before landing in your couch with a heavy sigh. The blue light of the TV floods the otherwise dark room.
"Joining us today for an exclusive interview is Red, four time Pokemon League Champion, who also famously disbanded criminal organization Team Rocket at least twice! Thank you so much for tuning in."
Pokemon league champion, huh? You think to yourself. You used to want that. A child's dream - it was silly, really....
You'd heard of Red - of course you have, you don't live under a rock - but this was the first time seeing them up close, no filter. They looked tired. They actually looked about your age.
"Now Red," the reporter continued, "You've already told us about your travels through the world, your experiences as Champion, and your fight against Team Rocket and similar criminal organizations. I know we're almost out of time but there's one last thing we'd like to hear from you - do you have any words for the future generation of Pokemon trainers? Any advice for those just at the start of their journey?"
The Champion waited a moment before answering: "Yes. I meet a lot of people. A lot of people who used to want to be trainers. And I understand, it's not for everyone. But, people say 'Oh, you're still going at your age?' or 'Oh, I wanted to when I was younger,' or 'Oh, I couldn't now, I'm too old.'" Red shook their head sadly. "These people are my age, maybe even younger. They're wrong. It doesn't matter how old you are and it never did. It doesn't matter if you never got a Pokemon from the local professor at ten years old. It's not just for children. It's for everyone. The bond between people and Pokemon is not something you miss out on just because you had to grow up."
Red pauses again, and you realize you're paying more attention to the program than you thought you were.
"Pokemon are everywhere. The world is filled with magic. It's never too late."
"It's never too late..." you repeat under your breath. Something about the Champion's words clicked inside your brain. The world is full of magic....
As if on cue, sounds from within your apartment catch your attention: Rustling in your garbage can, scrabbling inside the wall, clawing at your window.
Cautiously you approach your trash can. It smells terrible, but then again it always does. You slowly lift the lid, and the rubbish inside shifts to reveal a green bag with white eyes. You knew that Trubbish were born from waste and preferred unsanitary environments, but you didn't think it'd been that long since you took the trash out.
The Pokemon shuffles to try and hide and knocks the bin over in doing so, spilling itself out onto the floor. You chuckle a bit.
"I guess now the trash can take itself out," you joke. The Trubbish seems upset by the quip. "Oh no, no, it's ok," you correct yourself, trying to spare its feelings. You find this creature, born of rubbish against its will, to be relatable. After all, you didn't ask to be in this trash heap either.
"It's ok," you repeat, more softly this time. "I'm. I'm trash too."
The stench from the trash can starts to dissipate as the Trubbish's... bag ties? ears? perk up at the attempted sympathy.
[A bond has been formed.]
~~~
[INVESTIGATE WALL]
You'd always blamed the noises coming through the walls on the neighbors, but this is too close to deny: it simply isn't a human-made noise. You locate a crack in the wall that you hadn't noticed before. The sound is getting louder. The sound is getting closer.
A piece of drywall crumbles away. You have just long enough to think Damn, I'm not getting my deposit back, before a very startled Rattata leaps through the newly made hole and bowls you over. You land badly on your ankle and let out a cry of pain, crashing to the floor.
That's definitely sprained... you think, holding your injured foot as you lie there in temporary shock. The Rattata seems apologetic. It vanishes back into the wall for a moment.
You swear. At least you have a compression bandage in your first aid kit. While you contemplate how best to stand without putting yourself in further pain, the Pokemon reappears, carrying a small blue fruit in its mouth. It drops the fruit beside you and rolls it towards you with a paw.
An Oran Berry, you recognize. Of course - Pokemon eat berries when they're hurt. Touched by the gesture, or perhaps not wanting to hurt the little creature's feelings, you take a bite.
It tastes terrible, but you power through it; you've eaten worse. Either by the berry's healing properties or the Pokemon's kindness, your pain eases a little.
[A bond has been formed.]
~~~
[INVESTIGATE WINDOW]
You go to your window and struggle for a moment to pull up the tattered blinds. You see two glowing eyes in the darkness. A Pokemon? They certainly don't look human, anyways. As a matter of fact, they seem familiar. The impatient scratching continues.
You open the window. A small, cat-like Pokemon hops inside, as if indignant at being kept waiting. You recognize this pokemon by the notch in its ear as the stray Glameow you've been trying to befriend.
It hisses at you. Which, for this particular Pokemon, is typical. As you go to shut the window you notice that it's favoring one of its legs while it walks.
Is it injured? Did it come to you for help? You were pretty certain this pokemon hated you. But, sure enough, you notice a cut on the Glameow's leg as it hops up onto your couch, as if it already lived here.
The Glameow seems to be avoiding eye contact. It occurs to you that it may have had no where else to go. You rummage through your cupboards to try and find a remedy. You remember seeing on the news that lemonade can be used in place of medicine for Pokemon who are injured. Moo Moo Milk is better, but you don't have any. You stopped buying it because it always spoils before you remember to drink it.
You had exactly one can of lemonade left. You crack it open and pour it into a bowl. The Glameow hisses again when you offer it, but soon gives the liquid a sniff before drinking it slowly.
You never realized how quickly Pokemon could heal. After it finishes its drink, it allows you to pat it on the head...
... for about two seconds before it hisses again. Still, the little Pokemon doesn't try to escape. It simply curls up on your couch and falls asleep.
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"transandrophobia isnt real! trans men suffer bc theyre trans, not bc they're men! just how like black men suffer because they're black, not because they're men!" loud incorrect buzzer. first of all, black men suffer because they're BLACK men *and* because they're black MEN. do you not know about the hypermasculization of black boys, for example? a black boy does something vaguely negative, and headlines are all "Black Male Attempted To Kill Young White Girl" and then it's a 15 year old black boy standing up for himself when some middled aged white woman calls him slurs.
Now, onto trans men. Just one example: when a trans man (or masc) wants to start T, he is met with "no, dont get on t! testosterone makes you aggressive!" "testosterone makes you hairy!" "testosterone makes you ugly!" "testosterone makes you xyz!". this experience is unique to trans men and mascs. trans and cis women dont go through this, and neither do cis men. this is called transandrophobia, which is transphobia unique to trans men and mascs, or a type of transphobia that mainly targets trans men and mascs.
