3D IMAX of My Mind

I, a hearing person who likes subtitles just as a preference, shouldn't have to read a subtitle that's obvious nonsense, go back a couple seconds, and listen again in order to figure out what's going on. An accessibility feature should not be the most half-assed part of a professionally made production. Scripted media has absolutely no excuse for not having subtitles or having subtitles that aren't perfectly verbatim. Professional captioning services should be ashamed of the shoddy work that they put out. Captions should be treated as a part of the production, just like filming, editing, audio balancing, etc - and anything that releases with missing or bad captions should be seen as unfinished

When the pairing is so good that it doesn’t matter if you see it as romantic or platonic. What matters is that you see them and know that one is not complete without the other. Frequently bought together. Do not separate. If you separate them one of them will bite you

phone in bed show me what I need to see

can we go back to acknowledging that ignoring someone’s chosen pronouns is always misgendering, even when you’re using neutral ones instead

tumblring for these 6 people always in my notifications

your strengths are harder to see than your weaknesses because the problems you're good at solving don't appear as problems, because you're so good at handling them before they become problems... unlike the relatively rare problem that becomes a crisis, which demands undue attention. it's sort of like a reverse survivorship bias. the problems that become noticed as problems, the moments where you notice your capacity has a gap, are only the ones that aren't cut off at the pass by your strength and capability, before they become problems. so if all you focus on is problems then all you'll see is your weaknesses. which isn't accurate

One of my favorite little bits in Hadestown is when Hades sings, "and I could use a canary" in "Hey, Little Songbird", because he sings it to Eurydice, but the thing is, female canaries don't really sing. They chirp and whistle, but its the male canaries that sing more elaborate melodies. So then, in "Way Down Hadestown Reprise" and "Flowers", when she's down in the mine, no one is listening to Eurydice (the female canary, down in the mine), but once Orpheus comes- Orpheus, who's gifted, who's touched by the gods themselves, who's a male canary in a mine- people hear and listen to him.

realizing i could never perform transsexuality in a satisfying way to the cis consciousness nor could i ever be the right kind of transgender to be accepted and freeing myself from that allowed me to exist in my gender in a way that satisfies me and makes me feel good. you will never win. there is no good or acceptable transsexual. free yourself from the concept that you can win and have fun in your body

your grandfather is still going to misgender you and men are still going to hate you regardless of whether or not you wear eye makeup whether or not you pass. stop amputating yourself in hopes of a gold star for bleeding right

part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.