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Tribute to my late grandma who was born in the year of the dragon. It’s my first Chinese New Year without her and I miss her so much.

When my parents divorced and essentially abandoned me for their new families, it was my grandma and grandpa who made sure I still felt loved. Without their care and guidance I probably wouldn't be here today. 

Thank you, Grandma, for everything and more. 

I hope everyone enjoys this little Crow Time update about the commonality of love! Even stars have travel buddies, that's what constellations are for.

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AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

(IMPORTANT UPDATE: Kosa will not necessarily pass on the 26th. It only has the support to pass in Senate, and we STILL HAVE TIME. That being said, time is of the essence.)

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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Reblog if you support internet activism and Palestine.

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Reblog if you value the internet in any way at all whatsoever.

CHECK THIS PETITION, TOO! https://www.change.org/p/stop-the-kosa?recruiter=1331807538&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=sms&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_initial&utm_term=psf&recruited_by_id=57368c40-d0fd-11ee-98f7-2175430f819f&share_bandit_exp=initial-36809664-en-US

(Also, please reblog with at least "stop kosa" as a tag and not "kosa". I made the mistake of not adding just "kosa" as a tag...)

Pressed Flower Wings

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!

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i wanted to learn how to hunt ruffed grouse and train bird dogs so i sent an email to my local chapter of the ruffed grouse society explaining that getting into wildlife groups is intimidating to me because I’m trans

and all they saw was that someone under 60 wanted to learn to hunt grouse & several months into my mentorship I was told that like 7 old guys argued over me until they had to pick a number between 1 and 100 to decide who got to personally mentor me.

and he said “I was actually suggesting lunch first for your comfort on the assumption you wouldn’t want to get together with a man you’ve never met, in the woods with a gun.”

[ID: Anonymous asked: can you PLEASE elaborate on how coming back from sea makes you feral //end ID]

i have to stress that my brother is usually a calm and collected individual who makes a joke too loudly drunk sometimes but otherwise is pretty unassuming. however, he did his apprenticeship as a ship mechanic during covid, and was genuinely trapped in a container ship’s engine room for six consecutive months. in the first week of coming back, my brother has:

- taken a beer i calmly handed him, slammed it back in one go, and thrown the bottle as far as he could before i could even react

- in general consumed all food with the ferocity and disregard for social custom of a street dog to the dismay of my mother

- responded to a poor mcdonalds worker in a customer service voice said “sorry, busy day today” with “how is that my problem” (i tipped them very well and apologized profusely)

- overall reacted to people making polite conversation with a challenging and provocative tone misplaced in. a fucking grocery store

- developed a habit of random manic laughter, especially while doing things like driving, going on walks or other main land activities

- climbed a wall, a fence, and a silo on three seperate occassions without any warning or announcement

- RIPPED a fucking street post out of the ground and ran home with it.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Which made me oddly happy. I started imagining a world in which we replaced the phrase “politically correct” wherever we could with “treating other people with respect”, and it made me smile. 

You should try it. It’s peculiarly enlightening.

I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking “Oh my god, that’s treating other people with respect gone mad!”

One day I had a couple come in. When I initially asked who wanted the foot cuff Vs the handcuff, she insists that he gets handcuffed. I chain them up, give them their starter hint that the trolley will be immediately important, leave and go to the office.

Whereupon I watch as the woman turns to the man and says "Gareth, give me your leg."

Gareth bends down, removes his prosthetic leg, and throws it over to her. She drops onto her stomach as far forward as the footcuff allows, grabs her boyfriend's detached foot, and uses it to fish the trolley over.