insufferable

earnestly wishing for a transmasculine jax is an example of how most of us non-transmisogynized trans people seem wholly unable to grasp that 1-the trans experience is not symmetrical because of transmisogyny 2-half the time, "transmasc [transfemine(-coded) characer]" is also just blatantly transphobic

IF the character depicted is a "guy" being horrible to people, depressed and extremely reactive due to being a closeted trans woman experiencing the horrors, that's relatable and interesting. if the guy is a trans man then, for one, you just made fictional man who's a dick #329847928423, congratulations, and also, that doesn't give the best image of transition does it? you can aim to represent trans men who are assholes in art, god knows there's plenty of them around, but a trans man that's so clearly uncomfortable with masculinity yet obsessed with performing it and is tortured by his friends because of it? um. what does that intend to say exactly.

allow me to get cynical for a second and say that sometimes a lot of people seem to want to slap a trans sticker into some blorbo instead of an actually compelling story about us

all of the numbers that are divisible by 17 sound so absurd. 51? 68? 85? ridiculous. 102? absolutely not. and don't even get me started on 119

34 and 136 i can believe, but i feel like i shouldn’t. it’s 102 in a trench coat

did we just run out of posts to make

no, i haven't made a post about every number yet

I'm sorry to let you know that 100,000,001 (one hundred million and one) is divisible by 17 and because of that, so is every 16-digit number that is four digits repeated four times e.g. 1234123412341234

id lie right to willy wonkas face. “did you drink fizzy lifting drinks” of course not. And then id hit him

This is why you won't inherit the factory.

i dont want the factory. I want to see fear in his eyes

i enter the shower. hours pass. i emerge from the shower, having mixed all of my soaps and scrubs and lotions and conditioners and shampoos and body washes together in the tub in precise alchemical quantities. i smell like 314 different herbs and spices. my hair will not need washing for the next 500 days. my skin has developed protective chitinous scales. i step out of the tub and immediately slip and fall on a stray puddle of mane 'n tail and sprain my pussy

I know people like to clown on aspects of classic Disney films that don't feel grounded in reality. But I've worked both front and back of house in restaurants of varying quality. And if I found out our line cook or something served a full plate of spaghetti to two dogs in an alley, I would consider that like. Like not good. But possible.

I've said it before, I will say it again. Tramp was shown latter in the movie to be a ratter. It is not at all farfetched to think that he might have once hunted a bunch of rats that threatened the restaurant and so the head chef considers him a valuable ex-employee and friend.

This is painfully American

*packing my suitcase for a 3 day trip* hm, but what if I need my terracotta warriors..

i don’t want to be angry anymore i’m never going to hate again unless someone says something really stupid or if i see something i don’t like at all or maybe just whenever i feel like it

FUCKING ÖTZI THE ICE MAN FOR ICE 🧊🥶

The Jewish museum in berlin really does a good job of balancing appropriate moments of solemnity and taking the piss

Polar coordinates are against my religion god didnt intend for math to be done like this